The Diaries of Merlin the Great
Summary: A random diary of Merlin, who travelled to the future, back, to the past, back, and then promptly died..we think. :o
A/N: Umm...just a random thing. Lol.
Disclaimer: Umm..I don't like hairy old guys. Sorry.
6th August 1325 AD
I am Merlin. Merlin is me. Who art thou Merlin? Oh right. Yes. Me. Hmmmm. Today is the 6th of August, 1325 AD. Is it? Jumping through timeitself seems to drive you mad. This diary was given to me as a present for Christmas from Confucius thirty years ago. At the same time, I wish he had bought me earmuffs instead. Oh well. Currently I am back in my time. What is my time? I am all over the place. How could that be? Thy is only succeeding in confusing thyself. I am known throughout the entire time line of the world. I am Merlin, Alexander the Great, Godric Gryffindor, Adolf Hitler (I think I was tipsy when I did this) and a few years ago I went to the future and became the Headmaster of the school I founded under the name Albus Dumbledore. I am of course the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchery and Wizardcraft. I think.
You might think I've lived a long time. I have lived exactly one thousand, six hundred and seventy eight years old. I have no fear of dying. I am immortal. A gift. A curse. A something. Albus Dumbledore once said that writing down your thoughts made you think more clearly. But I am him. How does that work?
I am getting side-tracked again. Silly me.
I was born in Atlantis, the world under the sea, a son of the governor in 211 AD, near the Dawn of Time. My father always hated me, as I was apparently 'weak' in his eyes. The breaking point for him was when I bought him fluffy green slippers for Bel Tine. I could never understand why he threw me out of Atlantis. The slippers were delightfully pretty. Hmm, now that I think of it, I celebrate both Christmas and Beltine. Strange. Listen to the old man rambling on... Hmmm speaking of which, I should go now. Bye bye Diary!
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