Choose your quest!Among the countless differences between medieval chivalric novels and today's blockbusters there's one detail that makes me like the medieval stuff better, despite its romance and descriptions and blah blah all over. I confess that I like medieval stuff anyways, but still, this was strange to me until I noticed what I don't like in many modern movie protagonists: they are lazy, whining sissies who don't dare to breath until life forces them to do so. When they are given a challenge, they will run off to mommy aka their mentor character and tell them that they don't want to be challenged. Oooo, their life could change. They could be forced to eat fruit loops instead of corn flakes. It is usually their hesitation which, in the end, causes the mentor to die, so that sissy needs to become the hero and save the world. I am quite sure most mentors throw themselves into a hopeless battle so they do not need to pamper a mewling Wangst (please look this up at tvtropes.com, the description thereMore Like This
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Once upon a time, when the forest
was young, I wandered
through sword ferns and the moss
between my toes to a dream in the centre
of a clearing where a large fig tree
speaks to the grass in an ancient language
and sandalwood, soft as lashes,
rises from the seeping earth.
I took haven here, with the animals of the wood,
in search of a faun who had seeded himself deep
in my forehead.
Curled in a hollow of the fig tree's roots,
I awoke to find him licking my toes
sometime after midnight.
His eyes were bright as fireflies
crouched in his face of carved bone.
His legs were the shape of a goats,
but had jutted up from granite gripped tight
in the roots of the forest.
His body was gnarled wood, fingers for vines
and when I took his paw my nose
was filled with the scent of musk
Into my ear his hard lips whispered
of a labyrinth woven
in the trees through which
I should wander:
to prove the blood of the moon ran white
in my skin; slipped his fingers dangerously