Translation
Stonehenge
Stonehenge
Stonehenge
Do you know why it was built?
And when?
How?
I will tell you.
Dark and covered in snow, Stonehenge lies on the hill. Dozens of tourists visit it; they take photos or sit in the surrounding cafes. The smell of fresh snow and coffee hangs in the air and the conversations of the visitors disturb the sacred calm of winter, just like everywhere else in the world. Except that this is a particularly great sacrilege here at the foot of Stonehenge. The history of the famous stone circle, buried under thousands of years, has long been forgotten. I am the only one who remembers and so it is up to me to tell this legend.
But for that we have to go far back ...
The scratching of a quill on parchment, the penetrating smell of ink and sweat, the coolness of a room devoid of any jewelry. It is the year 1130, in which Henry of Huntington mentioned Stonehenge for the first time in his history of England. He writes of him as "Stanenge" and I made him regret it. Nobody is mocking Stonehenge, the largest of all protective circles!
But we still have to go further ...
It is summer. Crickets chirp as half-naked men build the stone circle. The birth of Stonehenge ...
It is around 3000 BC, the smell of sweat permeates the air and the work is coordinated with loud shouts. Our story will end here.
But it starts another year back ...
Amesbury in Wiltshire, England: Famine ravages the country, people die by the thousands. Epidemics are spreading and spreading fear and terror. Even more people die because they would rather not eat anything than fall victim to the epidemics. Desperate, they wander to a grassy hill where they have always worshiped their gods. Agreements are made, decisions are made and it is decided to convene a lunar ritual to implore the gods for help.
The moon is high in the sky when the priests sing to the gods for help. Exactly while the moon is pushing its zenith, the priests come to an end. Midnight, the time of the gods begins. The moon is at its highest point and no one is allowed to speak now without the permission of all gods. Because now the gods speak:
"What would we get out of helping you? We are not to blame for the hunger and the epidemics. We demand a sacrifice. If one of you is ready, may he step forward and your suffering will pass."
Oh, I still remember how I felt back then. I didn't feel hunger for a long time and sadness left me with emptiness. And at the same time I felt impotent anger at the gods. Hadn't enough people already suffered? Hadn't too many died already? And yet the gods demanded a sacrifice! I thought she was indifferent, indifferent, and cold-blooded. But I couldn't let more people die either. Nobody made a move to step forward, everyone had someone to hang on, who they had to protect.Just not me. Weeks ago, hunger had stolen my family from me, everyone I knew was dead. It wasn't allowed to die any more! I stepped forward slowly until I was in the middle of the hill.
"So someone found himself. Step through the gate."
Shivering, I walked through the dazzling gate that had appeared before me. I ended up in another world. Soft, flower-covered meadows lined the wooden hut in front of which I stood. The door swung open and a soft, almost loving voice invited me to enter. I followed the request fearfully.
It's been a long time I've been there. The gods themselves taught me to heal plagues and find food. Until the day they revealed to me what I never dared hope for: this place was beyond time and space. While I was trained there for years, not a second has passed in the human world. And I should save people now! Old fear came back to me, fear of losing. The next words of the gods didn't help either:
"We chose you because you were ready to sacrifice yourself. You will not use your gifts to kill. We await the end of the famine."
With these words, they created a gate in front of me for me to pass through. And I did.
It took me a long time to end hunger and disease. But in the end I made it and I became a hero. I had a stone circle built, large megaliths formed the perfect protective circle. As long as my people honored this circle, there would never be another famine like this.
Days later, when all my work was done, I climbed the hill on which the stone circle stood. A long dagger, silver and filigree, appeared in my hand and without hesitation I thrust into my heart. My body sagged dead to the ground, but my spirit will forever watch over this protective circle.
This is how the megaliths were named after me, Stonehenge.
Well, my duty is done, I've told Stonehenge's story. Keep it well and make sure that it is not forgotten again!
A short blink, a fading golden glow.
Another fallen star, just like Stonehenge will soon be.
And then I am free.
Do you know why it was built?
And when?
How?
I will tell you.
Dark and covered in snow, Stonehenge lies on the hill. Dozens of tourists visit it; they take photos or sit in the surrounding cafes. The smell of fresh snow and coffee hangs in the air and the conversations of the visitors disturb the sacred calm of winter, just like everywhere else in the world. Except that this is a particularly great sacrilege here at the foot of Stonehenge. The history of the famous stone circle, buried under thousands of years, has long been forgotten. I am the only one who remembers and so it is up to me to tell this legend.
But for that we have to go far back ...
The scratching of a quill on parchment, the penetrating smell of ink and sweat, the coolness of a room devoid of any jewelry. It is the year 1130, in which Henry of Huntington mentioned Stonehenge for the first time in his history of England. He writes of him as "Stanenge" and I made him regret it. Nobody is mocking Stonehenge, the largest of all protective circles!
But we still have to go further ...
It is summer. Crickets chirp as half-naked men build the stone circle. The birth of Stonehenge ...
It is around 3000 BC, the smell of sweat permeates the air and the work is coordinated with loud shouts. Our story will end here.
But it starts another year back ...
Amesbury in Wiltshire, England: Famine ravages the country, people die by the thousands. Epidemics are spreading and spreading fear and terror. Even more people die because they would rather not eat anything than fall victim to the epidemics. Desperate, they wander to a grassy hill where they have always worshiped their gods. Agreements are made, decisions are made and it is decided to convene a lunar ritual to implore the gods for help.
The moon is high in the sky when the priests sing to the gods for help. Exactly while the moon is pushing its zenith, the priests come to an end. Midnight, the time of the gods begins. The moon is at its highest point and no one is allowed to speak now without the permission of all gods. Because now the gods speak:
"What would we get out of helping you? We are not to blame for the hunger and the epidemics. We demand a sacrifice. If one of you is ready, may he step forward and your suffering will pass."
Oh, I still remember how I felt back then. I didn't feel hunger for a long time and sadness left me with emptiness. And at the same time I felt impotent anger at the gods. Hadn't enough people already suffered? Hadn't too many died already? And yet the gods demanded a sacrifice! I thought she was indifferent, indifferent, and cold-blooded. But I couldn't let more people die either. Nobody made a move to step forward, everyone had someone to hang on, who they had to protect.Just not me. Weeks ago, hunger had stolen my family from me, everyone I knew was dead. It wasn't allowed to die any more! I stepped forward slowly until I was in the middle of the hill.
"So someone found himself. Step through the gate."
Shivering, I walked through the dazzling gate that had appeared before me. I ended up in another world. Soft, flower-covered meadows lined the wooden hut in front of which I stood. The door swung open and a soft, almost loving voice invited me to enter. I followed the request fearfully.
It's been a long time I've been there. The gods themselves taught me to heal plagues and find food. Until the day they revealed to me what I never dared hope for: this place was beyond time and space. While I was trained there for years, not a second has passed in the human world. And I should save people now! Old fear came back to me, fear of losing. The next words of the gods didn't help either:
"We chose you because you were ready to sacrifice yourself. You will not use your gifts to kill. We await the end of the famine."
With these words, they created a gate in front of me for me to pass through. And I did.
It took me a long time to end hunger and disease. But in the end I made it and I became a hero. I had a stone circle built, large megaliths formed the perfect protective circle. As long as my people honored this circle, there would never be another famine like this.
Days later, when all my work was done, I climbed the hill on which the stone circle stood. A long dagger, silver and filigree, appeared in my hand and without hesitation I thrust into my heart. My body sagged dead to the ground, but my spirit will forever watch over this protective circle.
This is how the megaliths were named after me, Stonehenge.
Well, my duty is done, I've told Stonehenge's story. Keep it well and make sure that it is not forgotten again!
A short blink, a fading golden glow.
Another fallen star, just like Stonehenge will soon be.
And then I am free.