Disclaimer: Methos does not belong to me, I only wish he did.
Author's note: 1.this is inspired by: BethCairelle, who's story: Monologue, I have just read, and I found it extremely well-written. 2. I've been, wanting to write something about Methos for a really long time.
Reviews: Much welcomed.
Summary: Methos sits and ponders his very existence.
Who Am I?
For every quickening I take, I know who that person is, what they have done, how they have felt as they've loved, and lost, their passions, and fears, their likes and dislikes. I know as well their deepest thoughts; desires. I absorb every memory. A nagging question keeps coming back to me: Who Am I?
Am I the Destroyer of Nations, preying upon all people, stripping their lands of every living soul? Or am I, this meek, and mild-mannered watcher, who merely observes the goings-on of others for a living? Am I Methos, keeper of myths, taker of heads, and the oldest of my kind? Or am I a compassionate, simple man, just attempting to stay alive?
I have come to one simple conclusion: I am all of these things, at the same time. I am the Destroyer of Nations; I preyed upon all people at one time in my life. I am a meek man, this Pierson fellow, merely observing others. I am Methos, keeper of myths, and yes I am the eldest of my kind. But more than that, I am a simple man, attempting to stay alive. I see myself as evolved from all of these things, into a sort of caretaker of man. The Destroyer in me, has become a defender, the meek man, has courage and a backbone. The Keeper of Myths has become a keeper of history, the history of Human Kind history. So what do I do with this gift, this immortality, which I have been given?
I live. I live like the next duel is going to be my last. I love with all of my heart; because that I have learned is the way to true happiness. So, does this make me any different from you mortals?
No, I don't think so. I think I'm just like you (all accept for duel part). I love, I hate, I fear. I have friends and enemies. I have bad days just like the rest of you, and good days. But at the same time, unlike you, I have eternity to learn from my mistakes. What lessons have I learned from my time on earth?
As I said before: To Love, with all of your heart, fully and completely your friends, and family. To unconditionally accept them despite their flaws, because my friends, a mortal life may be long to you, but to me, it's only a blink of an eye. Life is short, so my message to you: Live it!
Fin
Author's note: 1.this is inspired by: BethCairelle, who's story: Monologue, I have just read, and I found it extremely well-written. 2. I've been, wanting to write something about Methos for a really long time.
Reviews: Much welcomed.
Summary: Methos sits and ponders his very existence.
Who Am I?
For every quickening I take, I know who that person is, what they have done, how they have felt as they've loved, and lost, their passions, and fears, their likes and dislikes. I know as well their deepest thoughts; desires. I absorb every memory. A nagging question keeps coming back to me: Who Am I?
Am I the Destroyer of Nations, preying upon all people, stripping their lands of every living soul? Or am I, this meek, and mild-mannered watcher, who merely observes the goings-on of others for a living? Am I Methos, keeper of myths, taker of heads, and the oldest of my kind? Or am I a compassionate, simple man, just attempting to stay alive?
I have come to one simple conclusion: I am all of these things, at the same time. I am the Destroyer of Nations; I preyed upon all people at one time in my life. I am a meek man, this Pierson fellow, merely observing others. I am Methos, keeper of myths, and yes I am the eldest of my kind. But more than that, I am a simple man, attempting to stay alive. I see myself as evolved from all of these things, into a sort of caretaker of man. The Destroyer in me, has become a defender, the meek man, has courage and a backbone. The Keeper of Myths has become a keeper of history, the history of Human Kind history. So what do I do with this gift, this immortality, which I have been given?
I live. I live like the next duel is going to be my last. I love with all of my heart; because that I have learned is the way to true happiness. So, does this make me any different from you mortals?
No, I don't think so. I think I'm just like you (all accept for duel part). I love, I hate, I fear. I have friends and enemies. I have bad days just like the rest of you, and good days. But at the same time, unlike you, I have eternity to learn from my mistakes. What lessons have I learned from my time on earth?
As I said before: To Love, with all of your heart, fully and completely your friends, and family. To unconditionally accept them despite their flaws, because my friends, a mortal life may be long to you, but to me, it's only a blink of an eye. Life is short, so my message to you: Live it!
Fin