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Celtic Studies

Task #6: Gwynn Ap Nudd (Wales) - King of the fairies and the underworld.

Write about a charismatic character.

Word Count: 402

Broken promises

and broken deals

vows made in desperation

only to fall on deaf ears

doesn't matter she's dead now,

doesn't matter he's dead now,

there's still someone left to manipulate.

There's another orphan to corrupt,

another orphan to raise in pain,

in sorrow, let him be abused,

broken and beaten,

both in body and mind.

He'll be receptive to your ideals,

he'll grow to hate the right people,

used to further your agenda.

Only... he's not what you planned,

too sweet, too caring,

where did you go wrong?

Dead parents, a world that

confuses him, that leaves him

with questions you won't answer.

He should have been the perfect

sacrifice for your endgame,

but instead, he's something else,

something stronger than you could ever

have imagined.

Who?

Who could have despoiled your carefully

crafted plans, who?

The eyes tell all, windows to the soul,

and his sparkle with love,

her love. Her!

You'd thought you'd have a blank slate,

a puppet for you to puppeteer,

but she's left her mark on him,

a mark you never knew was possible.

He's not yours to control,

she's made certain of that,

no, he'll grow up in ways you can't

predict, he'll do things you won't understand,

until finally, in the end, your own little

soldier will turn on you,

will bring you to your knees,

as he asks the right questions,

as he untangles your lies,

your little deceptions,

freeing your most trusted

servant from his vow,

freeing the world from your

corruption as he pulls

back the veil and reveals your

true colors to a world where you

were once revered.

Now, now the world knows the truth,

as your puppet becomes a real boy,

as he takes his rightful place,

saving the world,

but not as you'd planned it,

but in a way you could never

have predicted,

a way of love,

a way of mercy,

a new world order

one where everything you

did no longer matters

as you fall, slain by

a man to whom you couldn't keep your word,

a man who knew the truth

who finally managed to break his silence

and save the boy

from you, from the lies you'd

tried to spiderweb across his mind.

They cried at your funeral.

They played their parts,

until they no longer had to,

until the true light was revealed

and your name became

synonymous with

lies and deceit.