Methuselah. It’s an interesting name, to say the least. A name which belongs to a rather obscure character in the Bible. He is probably known to most as the man with the longest recorded life span in history. He lived a grand total of 969 years; but that was really not astounding, as most people during his time seemed to live well into their nine hundreds.

I was sitting at the dinner table, trying to force the last carrot into my mouth. I despise carrots with all my heart and soul. Hezekiah and Thomas, two of my brothers, were sitting across from me, vying for the last orange root. I wondered at how they could actually fight over such a disgusting vegetable.

A history of the world in my Stargonia book/story.
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A Brief history of Edaled

It all started with a ball of light.

The sun set hesitant beyond the western world
As if it knew the nameless axe was soon to fall.
Clouds gray and dark above the Alexandri’n shore
Reached down on sunset-gilded wings to touch the earth
And watch with baited breath the passing of the king.

He drew his dying breath and split the world in four.
From earthen grave, immortal Bucephalus wept.

It was the date April eighteen, the year seventeen seventy-five,
And so t’was that important day the minutemen woke at night.
In sleep they were disturbed by the cries of William and Paul
Letting the English army’s presence be known that night to all.
The next morning a small group waited, it was April nineteen,
And the Englishmen were then there to fight and be seen.

I walk slowly up the hill. The chilly wind sweeps down from somewhere outside this world, and rushes past me in a flurry of illusive wonder. Out beyond the little patch of green I stand on, the trees stretch out in rolling splendor to the horizon—and slowly, slowly they’re turning crimson, and orange, and gold.

- To Warren. H. Carroll -

He made his way quietly through the hallway, his heart thumping loudly beneath his rich tunic. Smoke from the torch the servant bore was getting into his eyes, and they stung.
The servant stopped at a tall door. “Here is the empress’ chamber.”

The room was dark. It hurt her eyes to have it lighted more than dimly. Her head ached regardless. She was queen, and she was dying. Dying. And had no heir.

It is ever so much harder to appreciate beauty, truth, wisdom, simplicity, etc., when you are surrounded by new cars, huge houses, the latest styles, a million things of convenience, violent and literally disgusting movies, obnoxious and wretched music, and all manner of offensive advertisement.