The book’s composed of page after page of ink drawings of plants with descriptions of their medical uses. My father added a section on edible plants that was my guidebook to keeping us alive after his death.For a long time, I’ve wanted to record my own knowledge in it. Things I learned from experience or from Gale, and then the information I picked up when I was training for the Games.
When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike, even our father couldn’t tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently.
Oh haaiii it’s another Merlin piece — I can’t help but feel a bit guilty! It’s simple with Merlin cos I’m in the fandom, but with other shows, I have to mull over the character until I find something that I can latch onto and use to make the piece memorable. But I think I’ve finally got something! *fist pump* For next week. Meanwhile, let me tell you about how Merlin came to be the silent guardian of Camelot…
After the Battle of Camlann, Merlin disappears into the woods without a trace. When Aithusa finds him, he is slumped against a fallen oak with vines and leaves growing over and around his still body. His eyes have lost their blue from having to live off of magic while slowly losing his humanity in the process*, and his hair has long turned snow white from grief. But slowly, determinedly… Aithusa nurses Merlin back to health, and together they look after each other and Camelot.
Since then, travelers passing though the woods would tell of a strange ball of blue light, or the small raven that lead them back to the right path. There are stories of a funny old man who offers food and shelter for the night, and his hovel that disappears at sunrise. There is the boy that magically appears out of nowhere, who would keep children calm and entertained with clever little tricks until their parents came for them. Even rarer are the encounters with a croaky old woman whose remedies never failed to aid those truly in need of them.
Merlin lets the rumors spread far and wide because they help in their cause. Already bandits and mercenaries dare not come near Emrys’ woods. "For the enemies of Camelot, there are only curses and imminent demise.” To this day, legend tells of the Ghost Guardian and his Dragon of Mist, forever roaming the woods, always watching, waiting for the return of the Once and Future King.
*You can thank Demi for this wonderfully depressing mental image! \o/
It’s important for our generation to know how powerful even one voice can be.
Kuroshitsuji Ch. 53: Ronald Knox
"You think I’m a vicar with a bleeding face?" "I think you’re damaged, delusional and believe in a higher power. In your case, it’s yourself. And somebody loves you… Oh, if I had to punch that face, I’d avoid your nose and teeth too.”
frodo’s journey to destroy the one ring
I have so many ideas. Some are simple, like take down traffic lights and eliminate the post office. The bigger ones will be tougher, like, bring all of this crumbling to the ground.
[on expanding her career to become a film director] It is more satisfying. You are more of a participant in the conception. I like having control. I think I have the capability. I’m a storyteller and an artist and I love what I do. So I want to be part of it more and not just show up and say my lines.