WHY DO THEY H A T E M E?
there’s someone I’m waiting for
Obsessed with the idea of protecting his king, Merlin has been chasing Mordred ever since he was a child. In his desperate attempts to alter fate he ended up making it happen, and destroying Mordred’s life in the process. What Merlin didn’t know was that because of his actions they were both condemned to imortality, and now they keep meeting each other over the centuries, Merlin, with a mind distorced my grief and Mordred with a heart filled with revenge.
I’m always charmed by realism because it’s what comes naturally to me. But I love fantasy too. Escapism is vital I feel, and the idea of being transported to a world which doesn’t actually exist really excites me. Why should we feel restricted by reality?
Après moi, le déluge
After me comes the flood.
hmm good luck kiss before arthur goes to battle??