A Wild Tale
Tonight, the Wild Man waxed poetic, spoke in verse, told me a tale the likes of which I have never heard.
He told me of great cedar forests. He told me of a city that surpasses all others in splendor, that shines like brass in the sun. He told me...
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Tonight, the Wild Man waxed poetic, spoke in verse, told me a tale the likes of which I have never heard.
He told me of great cedar forests. He told me of a city that surpasses all others in splendor, that shines like brass in the sun. He told me of a companion, a brother in battle, a second self. He told me of epic battles, fantastic journeys, and the hunt for a terrible monster. He told me of tragedy and of death. He told me of an ancient flood and the search for immortality across the furthest reaches of the world.
He told me all of these things and more. I sat in awe.
We lingered in silence for a full hour after he finished. Then he turned to me and said, “Of course, the details changed somewhat when they carved it into the stone.”
That’s exactly how he said it, too. Not “written on the page” but “carved into the stone”.
I’ll never forget it.