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It all started on the MSN.
Dresta: Did you know that the Kaali meteorite crater is about 5000 years old?
Calime: Are you insinuating something?
Dresta: Well, it did occur to me too...
Calime: I do not need any more plot bunnies!
Dresta: *insert evil laugh*
Dresta: Hmmm...The newspaper says that Estonia is the country with the highest density of meteorite craters per square kilometer in the whole world.
Calime: *laughs* Writer: Methos, would you like to go visit home again?
Methos: Are you kidding me? It is a very unhealthy place - cold, dark, damp, and the rocks keep falling from the sky.
It all went downhill from there...
So I give you my latest madness a work in progress:
Part 0/?
Title : Sleeping Sun
Disclaimers: Duncan, Methos and Joe don’t belong to me, but to some bighat production company Over There. I could not afford the upkeep anyway, as I suck at getting blood out of the laundry. The Kalevala does not belong to me either, per se, but as a person of Fenno-Ugrian descent, I might claim that it is my cultural heritage. Or something. All said, I get no financial gain out of it (rather the opposite, ’cause the thing does tend to interfere with my various jobs); no sense in sueing me, because when the bank has extracted the mortgages, all that is left is just poor little me, and I make a lousy body slave ( I’m lazy, bratty and might take spanking as a reward).
Warnings: First and foremost, this is a work in progress. It is subject to change and I cannot guarantee when it will be finished. So far I don’t think there is much in here that requires warnings, well, not very dire ones at least. Just, as it is a Methos-origins story, don’t expect a lot of Duncan or Joe in it. They’re just listening to the old guy. And don’t expect me to try to give the late Neolithic/early Bronze Age people any ’historically correct’ speech patterns. I wasn’t there, and it’s Methos retelling it. Some of the story may be historically/geographically correct, but fortunately not much.
Notes: The Kalevala was compiled by Elias Lönnrot. The English translation quoted here is by John Martin Crawford.
Oh, and this is for
dresta11 , because it is really her fault.
The title is borrowed without permission from the song by the Nightwish, from their album ‘Oceanborn’ . Lyrics of the song for those that are interested are:
Sleeping Sun
The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest
For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my night
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime
I wish for this night-time
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you
Sorrow has a human heart
From my god it will depart
I'd sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go
Two hundred twenty-two days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet's play
Until there's nothing left to say
I wish for this night-time...
I wish for this night-time...
Dresta: Did you know that the Kaali meteorite crater is about 5000 years old?
Calime: Are you insinuating something?
Dresta: Well, it did occur to me too...
Calime: I do not need any more plot bunnies!
Dresta: *insert evil laugh*
Dresta: Hmmm...The newspaper says that Estonia is the country with the highest density of meteorite craters per square kilometer in the whole world.
Calime: *laughs* Writer: Methos, would you like to go visit home again?
Methos: Are you kidding me? It is a very unhealthy place - cold, dark, damp, and the rocks keep falling from the sky.
It all went downhill from there...
So I give you
Part 0/?
Title : Sleeping Sun
Disclaimers: Duncan, Methos and Joe don’t belong to me, but to some bighat production company Over There. I could not afford the upkeep anyway, as I suck at getting blood out of the laundry. The Kalevala does not belong to me either, per se, but as a person of Fenno-Ugrian descent, I might claim that it is my cultural heritage. Or something. All said, I get no financial gain out of it (rather the opposite, ’cause the thing does tend to interfere with my various jobs); no sense in sueing me, because when the bank has extracted the mortgages, all that is left is just poor little me, and I make a lousy body slave ( I’m lazy, bratty and might take spanking as a reward).
Warnings: First and foremost, this is a work in progress. It is subject to change and I cannot guarantee when it will be finished. So far I don’t think there is much in here that requires warnings, well, not very dire ones at least. Just, as it is a Methos-origins story, don’t expect a lot of Duncan or Joe in it. They’re just listening to the old guy. And don’t expect me to try to give the late Neolithic/early Bronze Age people any ’historically correct’ speech patterns. I wasn’t there, and it’s Methos retelling it. Some of the story may be historically/geographically correct, but fortunately not much.
Notes: The Kalevala was compiled by Elias Lönnrot. The English translation quoted here is by John Martin Crawford.
Oh, and this is for
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The title is borrowed without permission from the song by the Nightwish, from their album ‘Oceanborn’ . Lyrics of the song for those that are interested are:
Sleeping Sun
The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest
For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my night
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime
I wish for this night-time
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you
Sorrow has a human heart
From my god it will depart
I'd sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go
Two hundred twenty-two days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet's play
Until there's nothing left to say
I wish for this night-time...
I wish for this night-time...