Once upon a time,
none of the humans survived,
and all of the Dragons lived happily ever after,
which they were going to do anyway.
Twice upon a time,
the Elves started a certain conflict
none of the humans survived
and the Elves bickered throughout Eternity,
as was their Destiny
(and also,
their preference.)
Thrice upon a time, I went drinking with Hobbits,
and lost my shirt,
my innocence,
and my magic ring.
I really miss that ring.
Time after time,
we revisit the good stories,
the old stories,
and decide they weren’t good enough,
and we need to write new ones.
Sometimes we’re right.
Sometimes we’re wrong.
Sometimes we’re just taking the piss.
I won’t tell you which thing is happening now, but as a hint:
I’m never right.
