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
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...