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But now, let me introduce this post and its author:
I come from a somewhat large family as most of you know, and so far every one of us (once we reach a certain age) love reading, writing, music and history. Maxwell Benjamin (he's the 6'3" brother) is no exception. (Although he is also a fan of football and is actually pretty good at playing it. Not to boast or anything. ;)
This guy is my sixteen-year-old brother (his birthday was just last month) and I have yet to convince him to start a blog and help out the ratio of guy vs. girl bloggers. (Help me convince him, will you?) However, even with having to complete high school this year and working on getting a few college credits under his belt, he said he would write this for me. I now turn it over to him:
First off I am perfectly happy to admit the Rebekah is my sister. I don't think there is much else to say except that Edward William Greenpool is my pen name. My book:
The Virtually Unknown History of Britain
is not actually finished yet, but I am working on it. I hope you are amused by this snippet.
Of Pegasi :
You may never have seen a Pegasus in real life, but you certainly have heard of them. They are good-natured animals who have had a pact with the Britons ever since before the days of King Arthur. The Pegasi’s chief staple is the unicorn, much to the chagrin of unicorn lovers around the world.
Pegasi are the noblest of creatures. They look like horses with eagle’s wings and have a wingspan of over 35 feet. The first universally acknowledged sighting of the Pegasi by a true Briton was when Erthol sailed the Stormy Channel (alternately referred to as the English Channel). The Stormy Channel got its name because of the Pegasi who would occasionally decide to go swimming. Also they had a great distaste for foreigners and rarely befriended them, choosing rather to sink their ships.
Erthol crossed the channel in search of adventure, and adventure he found. (I will have a whole chapter on his adventures later so right now we will only deal with his adventures regarding the Pegasi.) When Erthol landed a herd of Pegasi 300 strong met him. He was held prisoner for 15 day before he was finally granted permission to stay with them. (This was an extremely rare privilege, but if the Pegasi had not looked on him as a possible friend he would not have reached the shore.) Gradually he began to speak English (the language of the Pegasi) and made a deal with their herd that involved being friendly and hospitable to one another. Erthol stated in his autobiography (which was translated by a Roman Soldier about 200 years later): “I would not have survived with out them.”
The pact grew stronger between Pegasi and man when the Romans attacked. In attempt to recall to the mind of men that there were allies in Britain yet, the Pegasi mustered their forces (the total count was 3785) and suddenly attacked the Roman ships at sea, cutting off their retreat. They then destroyed any enemy ships on their way to reinforce those troops who had already landed. Though the Romans remained in Britain for a while, the real war was over. Strangely enough, when the General of the Roman Navy heard what had happened, he commanded on pain of death, “By all means don’t tell anyone. Julius will think us all great cowards for fleeing before a heard of birds. Tell him only that the channel is prone to storms.” And thus the Pegasi, for no real apparent reason, escaped entering the history books.
For many years the Pegasi fell out of favor with the race of man. Then one day, a boy named Arthur found a few in the forest around 500 AD. He made friends with them, but then he disappeared for several years and when he returned he was a king. However, the friendship between the Pegasi and men still grew stronger. This time was critical for their relationship not because of anything remarkable that happened (besides everything that happened during King Arthur’s time that you can read about in other books) but because nothing terribly remarkable happened. There was time for friendships to develop, and in later times the remembrance of their friendship with Arthur was all that convinced the Pegasi to come to the Brits’ rescue. In fact many of the Pegasi and people still believe that King Arthur will return one day, and I say the sooner the better.
Many occasions throughout the history of man have seen the Pegasi protect Britain from one enemy or another. They all refuse to give any record of the Pegasi to appease the pact made so long ago by Erthol. For example, the Vikings ran from one end of the island to the other killing large amounts of Pegasi and humans, so in 985 AD the Pegasi mustered their forces and drove the Vikings out of Great Britain all the way back to Norway, and then clear out of France as well. But the Vikings couldn’t write so that event was left unrecorded.
Another example: the Spanish Armada ran straight on into a fleet of 3,500 Pegasi who sank most of their ships, carried those that surrendered far off, and left only a few to go home and say that a great storm had destroyed most of their fleet.
200 years later, one French sea Captain’s journal stated that: “our surprise strike was under way but a great mass of flying creatures destroyed all the other ships and my ship alone escaped to tell Napoleon.” Napoleon, naturally, didn’t want the world to think that his fleet had been sunk by a flock of birds and decided not to record the event at all.
Adolf Hitler, during World War II, ordered his Luftwaffe across the Stormy Channel to destroy the United Kingdom once and for all. Wave after wave of German planes were shot down by those few worthy Britons who could handle an airplane. Soon however, as the Germans predicted, the Royal Air Force began to give out. As the Germans flew what they thought would be the victory lap across Britain to wipe out the few remaining fighter planes and ground bases, 5,400 Pegasi came out of nowhere and smashed the band of planes before they could do lasting damage. When the Germans realized what they were up against, they gave up trying to take England by air.
Therefore Pegasi are probably the only reason that England is the only island that has never been, and will never be as far as we are concerned, conquered. Their loyalty and valor greatly exceeds that of any other man or beast.
If any of you doubt this story you must simply go to England for they still live in large herds near the Scottish boarder. However, if you land in London and start asking people to take you to the Pegasi herds, they won’t tell you. Either they don’t know that they exist, or they have been sworn to secrecy about their whereabouts by the Pegasi themselves.
And, I'm back. Hope you enjoyed that little snippet of my brother's book. :) I know I did. We'll be enjoying more snippets sometime soon. The next one is "Of Unicorns" (my personal favorite so far) and then "Of The Loch Ness Monster" among a few others. Didn't know Pegasi (plural of Pegasus) played such a big part in English history? Well, now you know. ;)
He'd love some feedback (like the good author he is trying to become) and so please leave him a comment or two about what you thought!
If anyone else is interested in making a random blog post on here, shoot me an e-mail (points to the "My Contact" page) and I'll get back to you. Promise. ;)
Hope this post made you smile. :)