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  I adore fairytales, imagined and not so imagined characters.
                                  A happy forever love.

As the remaining Celtic tribes struggled against the Roman invaders.
Young Prince Conor discovered his father's tribe has been overtaken by
power-hungry King Carl and his evil wife Queen Britany.
As Conor flees his land to find refuge in the land of his fathers beloved friend
and his daughter Miranda, he meets someone who will lead him to a destiny,
he never expected.


Dastan: " I do not wish to harm you,      Conor: " You have a high opinion of
but if you reach for that sword,                 your own swordsmanship,
I will stop you before you stab me."        Dastan of the Desert Sands.
                                                                       Shall we put it to the test?" 

Dastan: " Why risk damaging to such fine weapons, when we could settle the
matter with a wager of skill, a throw of the knife?"

Conor: " I accept the challenge, Prince Dastan."

Dastan: " You seem to know who I am, but you have failed to give me equal
pleasure to know yours."

Conor: " Forgive me, my Lord. Conor, Prince of the Celtic tribe.
Your dagger, it has lost all its sand, everyone knows the legend of the sand,
even as far north as my home."

Dastan: " A dagger that can turn back the time."

Conor: " What else does the legend say?"

Dastan: " Only that it is worthless now that it is empty."

Conor: " Do not dispair my Prince, I know someone who can be of help."

Dastan: " You do, Then take me to him."

Conor: " It is a she, Sir."

Dastan: " Surly you jest, a wench? no doubt a sorceress in the bargen."

Conor: " Yes a woman, but no sorceress, she is of noble birth, a Princess."

Dastan: " Very well then, take me to your princess."

Conor: " She is not my Princess, my Lord, although our fathers wished it to
be so. The female loveliness does not pleasure me as much as the sight of
the male figure."

Dastan: " Friend, those are words that warm my heart more then the sun
could heat the shifting sands of the desert. Come closer,
I wish to see the color of your eyes."

Conor: " They are just plain as the earth you stand upon, not like the brilliant
blue which has reached the depth of my soul."

Dastan: " Nothing plain about the earth my friend, it gives life, it is warm,
changes with the seasons but is loyal, loving, a mistery but eager to be
explored to be caressed taken care of, it takes but gives back so much more.
Come, I will show you."

The traveled for several days towards their destany when Dastan suggested 
a nights rest. The lush trees, a carpet of colorful blooms the surounding mountains
and the cristal clear lake a welcome haven for two tired travelers.
Conor was in full agreement.
They spend the day chasing each other in the madows, swim and catch some fish for
their evening meal. Loved each other and held each other throughout the night.


"ANA behibak, my Prince.                    "Moleannan, tha gaol agam ort.
I love you, in my language."                 Beloved, I love you too."

                       Conor: " Ani shel ahuvi sheli."

                      Dastan: " What does it mean, Conor?"


Conor : " I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine."

                                           The End






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Jul. 31st, 2009 01:42 pm (UTC)
I LOVED this Torry. I was trying to equate something Heath did that impressed me with magesty. Like the image of Jake as Dastan. I was thinking more of William from AKT. I hadn't thought of Conor but I think you hit it right on the mark.

And you know the Ani L'dodi? From the Song of Songs?

You're a Jew aren't you :D

Hugs and love
Aug. 1st, 2009 08:34 pm (UTC)
Ah, Linda maybe 1/8? I love the history and I read everything I can get my hands on.
I'm glad you liked the drawings the Song of Solomon not what a Celtic Prince would normally know about or would he? he was familiar with the legend of the sand and the sword of the far east. In my head at least. Perhaps ancestors of Jack and Ennis? LOL
Love you too,
Jul. 31st, 2009 05:58 pm (UTC)
Ciao Torry!!!
Hope you’re having a great summer, dearest.
I love this atmosphere, it recalls me the stories from One Thousand and One Night. :)
*Conor: " They are just plain as the earth you stand upon, not like the brilliant
blue which has reached the depth of my soul."
Dastan: " Nothing plain about the earth my friend, it gives life, it is warm,
changes with the seasons but is loyal, loving, a mistery but eager to be
explored to be caressed taken care of, it takes but gives back so much more.
Come, I will show you."*
Awww… those words are utterly beautiful and they fit so, so well Conor’s and Dastan’s gazes in your last two drawings!
Thank you so much for this tale, sweetie!

P.S. think my wonderful beta is back from her holidays now, so my next Postcard entry should be ready pretty soon. And well, you are going to see how I used two more of your marvelous drawings. Let’s hope you’ll like my take on them! :)
Lots of hugs and kisses
Aug. 1st, 2009 08:43 pm (UTC)
Ciao Tina, I was thinking the same one more tale to tell the king to keep the slave girl alive.
I'm glad you like it as soon as I saw the poster of The Prince of Persia my mind saw the Celtic Prince and the rest is here.
Unfortunately posting the pictures on the computer left out many intricate details I worked so hard on.
Thank you for commenting, I always love to hear from you, and I'm looking forward to the next Postcard.
Jul. 31st, 2009 05:58 pm (UTC)
Beautiful story and beautiful drawings. I really love the dialogue between them. :)
Aug. 1st, 2009 08:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you dear, I so appreciate your comments, since I'm not a writer it means so much more. I hear congratulations are in order for you, I bet you will do wonders with 3D, so much of your art has that effect already.I wish you the best of luck , the talent you alraedy have and continued happiness with your partner.
Love to you both,
Aug. 3rd, 2009 04:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much again - I hope this time this course will be the right word to the job of my dreams... :)
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Aug. 1st, 2009 09:01 pm (UTC)
Dearest Judith, hope I catch you before you off to the beach, I hope you have a marvelous time and enjoy the spa, you will love it and feel relaxed enough to hear your buys talking to you again, and they will. Maybe you can even climbs them sailing towards the setting sun? The lovely tan of their bodies a pleasant contrast to the white of the sails and the happy smiles on their faces. Their eyes electrified with all the love they have for each other, hands reaching out to each other and ....
Hmm, I'm jealous, they are your boys and the won't tell me more so its up to you.
Love you,
Jul. 31st, 2009 11:58 pm (UTC)
That is just beautiful! What a lovely story - and of course, the drawings are marvelous, as usual! :)
Aug. 1st, 2009 09:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you Vicki, my love for these two men will never stop. I love to sketch them, the story is a bit way out there, but like I sad I never outgrew fairy tales and I still tear up reading to the great-grand kids, earning some very odd lucks from them sometimes. LOL
Hope you have a wonderful weekend missed you.
Aug. 1st, 2009 02:47 am (UTC)
What a clever idea, I love the story, and your beautiful artwork as always. Very striking. I love them both, your beautiful Prince Dastan, and Prince Conor. I hope you write more. :)
Aug. 1st, 2009 09:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I am so pleased you like it.
I'm getting a bit more confident with my sketches but the words, ugh, I don't know what gets into me sometimes.
But wouldn't it be nice if the two had met. In Wyoming, Ennis and Jack meet, fall in love and travel to distend lands. Find an old relic by accident or is it? An old sword decorated with brilliant gems the handle is of blue glass and contains white sand. Jack looks at it closer, a feeling of longing overcomes him. He takes Ennis in his arms holding him close. Suddenly the earth turns faster and faster and Dastan and Conor are in each others arms again. Time has turned back long enough for Ennis to learn even as far back as time began Men loved other men and there was no shame in loving Jack and being who he was.
Love you,
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