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—
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.
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?
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.
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!
For The Daily Post’s prompt: Futures Past.
34 thoughts on “It’s the Druid’s life for me”
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……..)
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!
Happy birthday, Katie!!!! (I’m fashionably late, darling)
Me as well! Thank you so much!!
Hope you had a wonderful birthday! D doesn’t know how good he’s got it 😉
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!
A day late… Belated happy birthday!! 😀
And I’m very late in replying – thank you so much!! 🙂 It was a great birthday!
Happy Birthday – you made me laugh over breakfast!
🙂 I do my best – thank you so much for the wishes!! 🙂
Happy Birthday! Indiana Jones, nice choice. 🙂
I thought so, too! And, it’s true!! I so wanted to be a girl Indy, for a very long time (still kind of do).
D’s so old I can’t even begin to imagine him as a child, but you’re not! Have fun! Happy Birthday 🙂
Thank you, Susan!! 🙂 It was a great birthday!
Happy birthday. Hope D got you something nice.
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!)
True. Too long and it means they’re up to something.
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?
Sure. Let me know what you’re thinking.
Wonderful – I’ll shoot you an email tomorrow morning. I really appreciate it!
You’re welcome. I’ll get to it as soon as I can.
Thanks, Charles – and no rush! I’m looking at October, so you’re all good! 🙂
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
It has been wonderful David – thank you!
And, he’s still learning – he’s a long road ahead on him on that count! 🙂
Then have a wonderful birthday Katie! 🙂
Thank you so much, Sue! 🙂
Have fun and don’t let D hog the mead 🙂
He can try, and he will fail! 🙂
Woman after my own heart 😉
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