Fickle Fascinations

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Month: November, 2014

Bellerophon the Mighty

My name is Bellerophon, but you are forgiven if you have never heard of me. In my day, I was a great hero, but I have been erased from history within my own lifetime.

Raised with larger-than-life stories of great heroes, I longed to be one myself. My favourite was Perseus, slayer of Medusa. I marvelled at his bravery, his martial skill, his wits. But as I approached adulthood, I increasingly began to doubt my idol. For one, his task was not completed alone. Ever the favourite of the Gods, Perseus was crutched upon divine gifts to complete his deadly task: a cap of invisibility, winged sandals, and the sword of Zeus himself. With such trinkets, how could he possibly fail? Where was his innate heroism?

As soon as I was old enough (in truth, younger than that) I left the comfortable confines of my family home to make a name for myself in the world – to be the envy of all and inspire a new generation. And rather than merely follow my childhood hero, I determined to surpass him.

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The Welcome Inn

Halfway through my ten-hour shift, a massive, flame-bearded man stomps into the pub, drawing the gaze of every patron and briefly silencing the chatter. With considerable effort and little grace, he edges himself onto the stool in front of the beer taps. The message was clear – keep the beer flowing.

‘Um, hi there, what can I get you?’, I say, wringing a damp cloth in my hands.

He barely glances in my direction. ‘Pint a’ heavy.’

‘A-aye, sure thing.’

I whirl around, snatch the first glass to hand, and lock it in position, tilted 45° beneath the tap. He observes with studied interest, presumably judging my technique.

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Vlad the Impaler: Eco-Warrior

More stakes were desperately needed: 20,000 Turks was a lot to handle—even for Vlad—and they were not going to impale themselves. Yet he had pledged to a sustainable programme of deforestation, the main condition of his appointment by the elders to defend the realm. Victory at the cost of Wallachia’s sprawling woodland was no victory at all.

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