In a land of myth, and a time of magic, the destiny of a great Kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy. His name — Merlin.
Or is it? What then? Loyalty? Love? Duty? Honour?
Is this our mark?
Last year this time (yes, just shortly before Valentine’s Day) I was talking about getting engaged to the (then) prince who conquered my heart.
A lot has changed since then.
For one — it has been nearly a year since we’ve broken up.
LOVE IN A TIME OF DRAGONS.
If you’ve been around my blog for a while, you’ll understand my love and appreciation, as well as the respect I have for these magestic, albeit magical creatures.
You see, unlike Valentine’s Day, love in a time of dragons is never quite planned or convenient.
Ther are always obstacles that need to be overcome, dragons that need slaying, towers that need climbing.
And, metaphors aside, I’ve found that love often is a rather testy thing. It comes at the most inconvenient of times, and just as you have learned not to fear it, it growls and it huffs, and sometimes we get burned.
You see, just as I fell in love with his dragons, he fell ot of enchantment with mine.
Now, a year later, those scars and burns no longer bother me.
The truth is, sometimes we love those who are out of reach. Sometimes we love those who do not want to be loved. Sometimes we fight the dragons.
And, sometimes we fall in love with them. All of them. At once.
Ill-timed as it may be — we simply love Love.
The thing is — not all princesses need saving, not all dragons are cruel, and not all knights are honourable.
Like Merlin, we each have a calling and a destiny to fulfill. Whether we know it or not — ware destined for GREATNESS.
It is my hope that, as that poor vein simpleton of a princess who kissed the frog, you will be brave enough to do and think and dream the things seemingly impossible to those arond you. May you (should you) kiss the frog (so that our hearts, our true self can be known), to discover the prince within, but also the kindness within yourself.
And may you, scary as it might be, even kiss a dragon or two.
May you fall in love with Love, and the Author thereof.
May you learn to accept the growls and the grunts, and to love beyond (and in spite of) them.
We are all broken, my dear. That’s how the Light gets in.