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A tale once begun does not end. It carries on until its finish. But once finished cannot the tale carry on until the end of time, following its characters to the end and beyond? Cannot a tale follow the children of the characters, and their children and so on through eternity? So you must follow a tale through, wherever it may lead, carry the weight of it, and then pass it on. You will never see the end of your tale, no one ever will.
All that we are today, and all that we will be is a tale. How we came here, where we are now, and what we will do in the future, who we will be and what will happen to us, it is all part of the tale. Everyone carries out their own bit of the story, not aware that they are part of the tale. Some others know they are part of the tale, and it can kill them. Others know but pay no heed; they live their lives, the tale being written down in front of them.
There is no way laid before your feet, you make your part of your tale your own. That is what we all must do, just live our lives. When you die you know that the tale will never end, you see it stretching out in front of you for miles and miles. For a moment it is almost as if you see all that has been and all that ever will be. Then you forget it would drive you mad to see everything. All you know is you have lived out your life, and have played a part.
My tale begins long before I was even born. I say it began when the world was born, and when others roamed the countries of the world. I suppose I could say that it began on the banks of the River Tiber, where Rome was built. I even could say that it began on the battlefield where my people were crushed by the Romans. I will not begin my tale there, nor will I begin it when my life began. Instead I will begin on an interesting incident that would change my life forever.
I never really knew how my tale would fit into the larger one; I just knew that my tale had not really begun with my birth, and that it would not really end with my death. I knew but I chose not to let it affect my life. Sometimes I wonder though, what happened if I wasn't there at that time, what would have happened? Perhaps it is for the best that these things happen.
We all have to learn about loss, maybe not the death of a loved one, but leaving your home and family for a new life. All the bitterness, and all the bloodshed help us to realise how precious the moments are when we experience kindness and love, and those are the moments that make us cling to our frail lives more dearly with every passing moment.
I do not weep for my past, because although it holds moments of great sadness it also holds moments of great happiness. It shows how love can overcome obstacles, and it tells of the brave chivalry of a few willing to stand up and fight for their freedom. These were the men who opened my eyes to the true beauty and pain of life. These men are the Knights of the Round Table.
Author's note: So what do you think? I hope you enjoyed, and I hope that you will take the time to review. All critism is welcome, be it constructive or not.