the two halves
Click to viewFrom the very beginning, they are the halves. Before they are known, they are night and day, sun and moon, earth and water, fire and ice. They circle each other, they clash and they blend intermediately. It is a loved, familiar cycle, one that repeats over again more times than the world can truly count. They are the different elements, they are the different Gods, they are the wind and they are the water; but they are always together.
When the opposite elements find their balance, they give way to a new form of their rivalry and love. When fire and ice finally find their medium after thousands of years burning and freezing each other, they give way to Arthur and Merlin.
Unlike their elements, gods, planets before them, they do not know their legacy. From day one, when they open their eyes to the new world and breathe in a fresh breath, their path is not straight. Their path does not have stepping stones. Instead, great green walls of vegetation and magic grow between them.
They are born into separate worlds; they are two completely different people. One; a prince who cannot voice his opinion and does not know knows how to keep his head down and away from the sharpened blade, the other; a most outlawed being, a sorcerer that attracts trouble.
Each day, each minute, they wind their way through the maze of their life and they never understand. They never know. As they get older, the maze winds tighter, grows more and begins to suffocate. Camelot is a big city and it is the maze of their destiny, of their entire existence, that pushes the prince and the sorcerer together for the first time.
It leaves bruises.
And so it begins; the eternal back and forth, the easy hatred and the harder friendship. One cannot exist without the other. They know that, they understand even though they have the secrets piled miles high between them like the maze they wander through. It begins to wither after so many times of saving each other's lives, of lying to kings for a poor servant boy or facing sorcerers for a wounded prince. When they begin to trust, they begin to understand that no one is as important to them as their other half, the other side of the coin.
When the walls finally crumble, when they collapse and the halves' eyes meet clearly for the first time since fire and ice danced together, it is over.
It is nothing like when dark tried to smother light, nor is it like when water tried to drown earth. It is unlike when the sun tried to burn the moon to take control of the land. The halves have a way of knowing how to act in their form, in their life. They realize that no cataclysmic event has to happen because it has already happened, the day they first bruised each other. It will happen again.
Separate, they cannot really be. Separate, there is a piece missing. While the maze stood around them, they did not truly live. The walls were too high, too thick, too close. They could not see.
So, when the walls finally tumble down, the halves can fuse together, can live, really live, again.
When the walls finally disappear, they stare, but they see for the first time.
(To be honest, I have NO idea where this came from. I made the video first, but inspiration struck me just when I was about to finish it and it got turned into the maze of Arthur and Merlin's life and the elements, planets, etc that they could have potentially embody. Again. I have no idea.)