NO MAN, no matter how great, can truly know his destiny. One cannot lose their path in the great stories that unfold before them, thus risk a glimpse into the way beyond. The arrow of time points in one direction only, and like everyone else, one must live… live and learn. Only then is the path revealed…
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The
EMRYS CYCLE
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Author's Note: This started off as FanFiction in the vein of the stellar BBC Merlin series and sort of evolved from there. Incorporating ideas from the less than stellar Cursed series on Netflix and equally disappointing, yet underrated aesthetics of Guy Ritchie's King Arthur: Legend of the Sword. I'm intending this to be the first of a series, the first few following Merlin's story called "The Book of Emrys", then hopefully to the stories of King Arthur and his Knights simply called "Arthur".
In this universe, I shall be substituting some concepts and place names, as much as possible to root it more firmly in fantasy though I do still sort of want to keep it half in our world as well: Romans will be seen as simply Imperials, Britons as Celts, or Imperial-Celts for the Romanised natives. The Saxons, Jutes and Angles will more or less be referred to as the Viking Confederation. Picts simply as the Painted Tribes. Others will be explained as they are revealed.
