Post by Lonely Traveller on Sept 7, 2009 8:15:48 GMT -8
Every time a story is told it will get passed on to another and then another, it will slowly spread like wildfire. Every time the story gets passed on it will alter, the new storyteller will change it to either his liking or to his audiences. This particular story has been passed on age after age, it has been passed on to children as bedtime stories and then they have passed it on to their children. It has been a story to entertain adults while they enjoy a mug of ale. It has been a story to inspire children to work harder and become something better than they are destined to be.
Here I am writing that same story, but this time it won’t be altered, it will be what really happened, the real events which happened ages back, it will be the true story. I am telling this story for the first time and possibly the only time. What I say here is the truth as I know it, from memories stored from ages past. I have lived for a long time, spending most of my life travelling all over the world collecting these memories. Most of what I write is from other people’s memories but my memories also play a part in this story. I have locked myself away from the world for the last decade, studying the last memory I collected. It is quite possibly the most important piece, containing events which I had no knowledge about and showing our hero being a part of much more than the world realised. Now after centuries I’ve decided to tell this story, what impact will it have on the world today? Only time will tell, so let me begin...
Here I am writing that same story, but this time it won’t be altered, it will be what really happened, the real events which happened ages back, it will be the true story. I am telling this story for the first time and possibly the only time. What I say here is the truth as I know it, from memories stored from ages past. I have lived for a long time, spending most of my life travelling all over the world collecting these memories. Most of what I write is from other people’s memories but my memories also play a part in this story. I have locked myself away from the world for the last decade, studying the last memory I collected. It is quite possibly the most important piece, containing events which I had no knowledge about and showing our hero being a part of much more than the world realised. Now after centuries I’ve decided to tell this story, what impact will it have on the world today? Only time will tell, so let me begin...