It’s the Druid’s life for me

Posted byKatie SullivanPosted inDubh an Suile, The DialogueTags:, ,
Even as a wee lad, the Druid knew his path . . .
The Druid, it seems, has always known his path . . .

A: Hey, D. What did you want to be when you grew up?

D: What did I want to be?

A: Yeah – I mean, even way back then, at the dawn of time, you had to have aspirations, dreams.

D: I take exception to that “dawn of time” comment . . . 670 was not the dawn of time, A.

A: . . .

D: Well, it isn’t.

A: Fine. It’s just slightly after the dawn of time—

D: A—

A: You’re avoiding the question, D: what did you want to be when you grew up?

D: You say that as though it’s something different than what I am, now that I am, ostensibly, grown.

A: Oh, I don’t mean that at all – but did you really know, at the tender age of-of. . . you know, this is why I had such trouble writing that book of your beginnings – you as a cherub-cheeked lad with a halo of dark curls really messes with my vision of you now.

D: . . . Your vision of me now?

A: Did you just learn how to italicize, or something?

D: Maybe. It works though.

A: Maybe.

D: (Eye roll). Regardless of your vision of me now, in my cherub-cheeked days I was made keenly aware of the gifts I possessed, despite my mother’s insistence I have what she called ‘a normal childhood’ away from the machinations of the clans and the druids. Yet, I was the second son of the clan chief, and had a gift that was prophesied before my birth.

A: And then there’s that honor thing – it didn’t let you even challenge that prophesy, did it?

Just looking at this, I can't imagine D as a child . . . it's just not right. (D as imagined by Green Embers)
Imagine, D as a child – all cherub-cheeks and curls. No, I can’t do it, either.
(D as imagined by Green Embers)

D: You call it honor, but I would say it is integrity. It would not have allowed me to challenge my fate, even if I had wanted to. I did not want to, A. The gods touched my soul – it was my privilege to receive the training necessary to use their gifts. I was born with the responsibility to lead, and it was an honor to fight at the side of my brother and father in defense of our people.

Although, I will say that I veered from the path the gods decreed more often than I care to admit – I am human, failingly so. Yet, even my wanderings were necessary to becoming the man gods insist I become.

A: Indeed –  frankly, you left me exhausted after I wrote just a fraction of you story. You’re a little intense, D. But, I have a question.

D: Just one?

A: How do I fit into this path of yours?

D: I’m still fairly certain you’re my punishment for some slight against the gods, although its origins continue to elude me.

A: Nice.

D: I do my best. But enough about me, what did you want to be when you grew up?

A: Indiana Jones.

D: . . .

A: Hey, you asked.

D: Indeed I did – and with that, folks, we bid you a fond adieu. It’s A’s birthday today, and I’m sure she’s going to post some of her hijinks on that twittering bird and friendly facebooking – keep a weather eye on the horizon, and it will all be over soon!

A: Cheers, D. And thank you all for reading – have a great weekend!

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For The Daily Post’s prompt: Futures Past.

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Published by Katie Sullivan

Descended of pirates and revolutionaries, Katie Sullivan is a lover and student of all things Irish. Born in the States, she is a dual US/Irish citizen, and studied history and politics at University College, Dublin – although, at the time, she seriously considered switching to law, if only so she could attend lectures at the castle on campus. She lives in Milwaukee with her daughter, two cats and a pesky character in her head named D (but you can call him Dubh). Her first series, The Changelings Saga, a young adult historical fantasy trilogy is available on Amazon. She can be found writing with said character at her blog, The D/A Dialogues.

34 thoughts on “It’s the Druid’s life for me”

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  3. I’m late, too, but I hope your birthday was awesome, Katie. Did you do anything fun? (Like leave the Druid at home and go out on the town without him??? Think of the torture you could inflict……..)

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    1. I’m late in replying (this is what happens when I suddenly think reading in the sun is far more entertaining than turning on the computer – belated responses and a lovely sunburn/tan! 🙂 )
      I had a bayou-voodoo-zombie-mexican sugar skull-themed party (not my choice, but my ‘surprise’). It was a lot of fun. D was safely tucked away for the night too! Hope you’re having a blast on your travels!

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    1. You are so right! I should so do a post where I send current D back to the land of his birth. He’d be crying for his author in a heartbeat! 🙂
      And, thank you – it was a wonderful birthday!

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    1. Thank you! He did well – if one considers blessed peace from pesky characters a present (which I do – but only if they don’t stay away too long!)

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      2. Yeah – or the muse has fled – but most likely that they’re up to something.

        Speaking of up to something, I have a release date for Changelings, and I was wondering if I could pick your brain about what you do to get ready for a release. Would you mind terribly if I shot you an email with a few questions – just to help me plan out my game-plan?

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  12. Hope you’re having a Fantastic Birthday. I love that the Druid has had to learn like the rest of the current male population that there’s no getting the better of a woman in an argument.
    xxx Huge Hugs xxx

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