Reblogged from strangegoingsonintheshed:

In a previous chapter of this saga, Walking the Labyrinth, we left the Knight Templar at the centre of the Labyrinth. He stood face to face with the Great Bull and partook of his nature but wasn’t a devotee of Mithras. Another important encounter was with a mysterious angelic being who bestowed a great gift. Their paths will cross again, as both destinies are entwined in ways I have yet to unravel.

My hero has been lingering on the periphery of consciousness, for a reason. Perhaps to remind me to continue his story. He’s survived the massacre of the Cathars and seen much bloodletting over the centuries. Did I forget to mention his immortality? The Knight Templar’s story is one of trials and the facing of and triumphing over adversity. How do I describe his nature? In my mind’s eye I see a master swordsmith fold a piece of steel over and over again, forging an instrument of great beauty, strength and power. This piece of steel is the Knight but somewhere on his travels the sword was sheathed, a necessity in order to return to an original state of being and renew vows.

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