metamorphoses of the spirit do I designate to you: how the spirit
becometh a camel, the camel a lion, and the lion at last a child.
heavy things are there for the spirit, the strong load-bearing spirit
in which reverence dwelleth: for the heavy and the heaviest longeth its
What is heavy? so asketh the load-bearing spirit; then kneeleth it down like the camel, and wanteth to be well laden.
What is the heaviest thing, ye heroes? asketh the load-bearing spirit, that I may take it upon me and rejoice in my strength.
Is it not this: To humiliate oneself in order to mortify one’s pride? To exhibit one’s folly in order to mock at one’s wisdom? Or is it this: To desert our cause when it celebrateth its triumph? To ascend high mountains to tempt the tempter?
Or is it this: To feed on the acorns and grass of knowledge, and for the sake of truth to suffer hunger of soul?
Or is it this: To be sick and dismiss comforters, and make friends of the deaf, who never hear thy requests?
Or is it this: To go into foul water when it is the water of truth, and not disclaim cold frogs and hot toads?
Or is it this: To love those who despise us, and give one’s hand to the phantom when it is going to frighten us?
these heaviest things the load-bearing spirit taketh upon itself: and
like the camel, which, when laden, hasteneth into the wilderness, so
hasteneth the spirit into its wilderness.
in the loneliest wilderness happeneth the second metamorphosis: here
the spirit becometh a lion; freedom will it capture, and lordship in its
Its last Lord it here seeketh: hostile will
it be to him, and to its last God; for victory will it struggle with the
What is the great dragon which the spirit is no
longer inclined to call Lord and God? “Thou-shalt,” is the great dragon
called. But the spirit of the lion saith, “I will.”
“Thou-shalt,” lieth in its path, sparkling with gold—a scale-covered beast; and on every scale glittereth golden, “Thou shalt!”
values of a thousand years glitter on those scales, and thus speaketh
the mightiest of all dragons: “All the values of things—glitter on me.
values have already been created, and all created values—do I
represent. Verily, there shall be no ‘I will’ any more. Thus speaketh
My brethren, wherefore is there need of the lion in
the spirit? Why sufficeth not the beast of burden, which renounceth and
To create new values—that, even the lion cannot yet
accomplish: but to create itself freedom for new creating—that can the
might of the lion do.
To create itself freedom, and give a holy Nay even unto duty: for that, my brethren, there is need of the lion.
assume the right to new values—that is the most formidable assumption
for a load-bearing and reverent spirit. Verily, unto such a spirit it is
preying, and the work of a beast of prey.
As its holiest, it
once loved "Thou-shalt”: now is it forced to find illusion and
arbitrariness even in the holiest things, that it may capture freedom
from its love: the lion is needed for this capture.
But tell me,
my brethren, what the child can do, which even the lion could not do?
Why hath the preying lion still to become a child?
Innocence is the child, and forgetfulness, a new beginning, a game, a self-rolling wheel, a first movement, a holy Yea
for the game of creating, my brethren, there is needed a holy Yea unto
life: ITS OWN will, willeth now the spirit; HIS OWN world winneth the
Three metamorphoses of the spirit have I
designated to you: how the spirit became a camel, the camel a lion, and
the lion at last a child.—
A mostly blue dragon tail with a yellow underbelly. Made with anodized aluminum scales, a full line of chrome spikes down the spine, and a diamond-shaped leather spade tip in blue.
I included a close-up of the tip of the tail to show the lobster clasps that hold the spade tip. And also a photo under fluorescent lights to show how hard it is to get this blue to show up properly in photos. White balance is weird, guys.
Anyway, the stats on this one: it measures 33 inches from tip to top of belt line, and the spade tip adds 2.5 inches. In total it weighs 3 pounds 6 ounces.
I don’t own the GIF or image, and I don’t own BBC’s Merlin. Other than that, enjoy!
“As a symbol of our goodwill, I’d like to present you with
an exotic gift captured a mere two weeks ago!”
The drapes covering your tank were wrenched off, and you hissed at the
sudden light. Gasps rose in the room and
you glared out of the glass of your tank.
is that thing?” The King asked as he
approached your enclosure.
mermaid, Your Majesty.” Your captor
explained. “They’re quite abundant in
our waters, but ones with this,” He motioned to your gold and silver scales.
“Colouration are quite rare.”
you, Richard,” The man told him. “It’s
an honour to be in possession of such a rare artifact.” Your silver eyes flashed with anger. You were an artifact? A…possession?
The man approached your tank.
“And what are you called?” A
surge of anger washed over you and you shot to the top of the tank. You pushed yourself up and sprayed water
right into the man’s face. The court
gasped and a few men in red capes drew what appeared to be long metal sticks.
are in the presence of King Uther,” The man said with a powerful voice. “And you will show the proper respect.” You glared.
are not my king.” Uther’s face
“Arthur!” He barked.
A man with blond hair stepped forward.
“Take her tank and put it in the center of the training field.” You
looked at the snow falling outside and shivered. “Two days. No food. No water.”
Arthur looked at you, before sighing and turning back to Uther.
Father.” He looked over his shoulder. “Gwaine and Percival.” Two men nodded and
approached your tank. You pressed
yourself to the bottom of your shallow tank.
They each walked to one side of your tank and grabbed the handles,
hefting your tank over their shoulders.
You were taken out of the throne room and into the cold. They put you down in the snow, and the taller
one left. The dark haired man
Gwaine,” He told you. You crossed your
arms and turned away from him. “What’s
you care?” He chuckled.
it my business to get on a first-name basis with every pretty girl I
meet.” You said nothing. He laughed again. “I’ll try again tomorrow.” You heard his footsteps retreat and then you
remembered the temperature of your surroundings. You sighed and curled up as tight as you
could to retain heat.
It’s going to be a long night.
Someone touched your shoulder, shaking you out of your sleep. “Wake up.”
You groaned and sat up as you shivered violently. “You gotta stay quiet.” You looked up at Gwaine, who was wrapped up
in warm clothes and holding a thick blanket in his arms.
do you want?” He smiled.
taking you inside for the night.” You
eyed him warily. He raised an
eyebrow. “Would you rather stay out
here?” You weighed your options, before
nodding reluctantly. He smiled. “Good girl,” He walked closer and
crouched. He put the blanket down and
reached his arms out. He easily reached
an arm around your back, but hesitated at the sight of your tail.
seen a mermaid before?” You asked
sarcastically. He glared at you with a
do you think?” You found yourself
You said, and snapped your fingers and your tail began to tingle. Your tail slowly shifted until it became a
glimmering silver skirt. Gwaine’s eyes
were the size of saucers. “Don’t tell me
you’ve never seen a skirt,” You teased.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed your legs, hoisting you out of the
water. You shivered and instinctively
pressed yourself closer to Gwaine. He gently
set you down, wrapped you in the blanket and carried you inside. He quietly walked through the halls, checking
around the corners until he stopped in front of a door. He quietly kicked it open with his foot and
carried you inside. There was a small
bed in the corner and a makeshift bed on the ground. He set you on the bed.
you hungry?” he asked you as he took off his coat. You shrugged.
little,” You admitted. He walked over to
a wooden bowl and pulled out what looked like a shiny ball. He threw it to you and you caught it, turning
it over in your hands. “What is it?” You
an apple,” He grabbed another one and sat down next to you. He took a bite. “Try it.” You hesitantly took a bite of the
apple. It crunched in your mouth and the
juice gushed out. You hummed in
good,” You said before taking another bite.
When you were finished you yawned sleepily and Gwaine smiled at you.
miss mermaid, it’s time for you to sleep.”
He got up, took the apple core from you, and gently pushed you down to
lie on the bed. He tucked you in snugly
and blew out the candle next to the bed.
are you going to sleep?” He pointed to
the makeshift bed on the ground. “No, I
can’t let you sleep on the ground!” You protested. He shrugged.
bad; I’m sleeping here.” He laid down
and covered up to prove his point. “You
sleep too. It’s been a stressful day for
you. And I’ll have to wake you up early
so Uther doesn’t find out I brought you inside.” You nodded, laid your head on the pillow, and
fell asleep immediately.
were gently shaken awake a few hours later.
“Time to go,” He said sadly. You
nodded and stood up. He led you out the
door and you crept back towards your tank, careful not to be seen. When you were both standing over your tank,
you removed his cloak from your shoulders and passed it back to him.
you,” You told him sincerely. “For
be back tonight,” He told you. You
smiled, and slowly dipped your feet in the water, gasping at the frigid
temperature. You slowly lowered yourself
down, and when your legs were fully submerged, you snapped your fingers
again. Your skirt morphed back into silver
scales as you adjusted to the temperature.
“You sure you’ll be alright?” He crouched next to you.
You told him. “Cold-blooded.”
does that mean?”
adjust to temperatures easily. Now get
inside before someone sees you!” You
urged him. He smiled. He reached towards your face, but dropped his
hand after a second thought. He stood up
and walked away, but not before waving at you one last time. When he was gone, you sighed to yourself and
sunk to the bottom of your tank.
quiet, for the most part. The occasional
guard would walk by, but you were left to yourself. As the sun was setting, you spotted a lone
figure carefully approaching your tank.
You sat up as Gwaine held up a cloak.
You snapped your fingers, your tail shifted, and you stood up. You took the cloak and wrapped it around
yourself, relishing in the warmth it provided.
Gwaine wrapped an arm around you and led you back to his room. He sat you on the bed and passed you another
apple. As you ate, he sat down next to
you. “Why do you do this?”
are you helping me?” You asked. “I’m
just the shiny new toy.” He was silent for a minute, before sighing.
no one deserves to be treated like property, least of all you.” You put your apple down.
you don’t even know me.”
have to?” He asked. “You were taken from
your home, and you’re on display every day. That’s all I need to know.” You felt tears welling. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked. You wiped your eyes hastily.
nothing, I just—” You took a breath. “You’re
the first person to show me any kindness.”
You smiled shakily. “Thank you.” He smiled back, and gently grabbed your
hand. You stared at each other, and you
both slowly leaned in. Before you could stop yourself, your lips gently brushed
together. You both pulled back and
looked at each other again. Then, Gwaine
cupped the back of your head and pulled you in, more firmly this time. When you pulled back again, he smiled more
brightly and leaned back, pulling you on top of his chest. He used his free arm to put out the candle
and pull the covers over the two of you.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
He murmured against your skin. You didn’t
need any more prompting and fell asleep, dreaming of what the future held in
store for you.
Thanks to Superwhogirl128 for requesting this one!