History Doesn't Repeat Itself But It Does Rhyme 소설 & 이야기

A dark, disdainful chuckle rose above the chorus of disdainful mutters and seemed to echo loudly throughout the chamber as the ancient voice spoke again. "Well, well, well... It really seems as though history is repeating itself, doesn't it?" the ancient voice almost purred but the thinly veiled fury and disgust in his tone was very much apparent. A hushed silence descended on the chamber as the tension in the room rose. "The apple truly doesn't seem to fall far from the tree." The voice continued, as Leopold exploded with rage.

He told them the hidden history of the Harmony. At first, the crowd was confused. This was not the story they knew. This had… flaws. But Kael kept going. He spoke of the beauty of a second try. The strength that comes from learning you were wrong. The freedom in accepting that the song is never finished, only abandoned for a better version.

“But no, I’m not entirely materialistic. I have hopes for this country and its people.” “Making sure we remember our history is one of those?” I questioned. “Absolutely,” she stated with conviction. “I told you I moved around a lot growing up. I spent my adolescence feeling like I belonged to no pack and all of them all at once. Above anything else, I am Lycurian. Our history is in my blood. In all of ours. To forget that history is to forget the morals and beliefs and lessons that have made us what we are. Without that history, we risk going down a shallow and weak path.”

Something they hadn’t done in centuries. Now we just had to hope that history didn’t repeat itself in other ways. That this would be an example of there being good things resulting from repetition. Because I’d already seen in one lifetime what Thea’s victory historically looked like. And that one had ended with all of our deaths.

13— Dazed. “The fact that people do not learn from the mistakes of History is the most important lesson of History.” — Aldous Huxley “Try to hurry up, little bird,” he said before leaving. “No!” I shook my head a little. Sometimes, when we think we have choices, we realise that we have none. Because what is lotted cannot be bloated. We have our ups and we have our downs, yet we stick together with the memories in the hope of coming out of such disquieting situations.

“The devastating loss from each side was too severe, not to mention the elven choice to leave this realm. The history was too bleak in the end, the historian decided to erase the history altogether.” “What a reckless decision,” I muttered the words without thinking first. Everyone around me turns their attention towards me. I cleared my throat and continued. “I mean, don’t you all think so? History was there for us to learn. To learn means we can do it better, not for us to repeat it again.” “Yes, of course, that’s why the historian needs to erase the bad history in the first place.” Said Dianthus to me. “Then, how come we learn it if we never know that the event existed in the first place?”

Tears well up at the thought because I’ve fallen for him. “I’m fine. I’m just really worried about Keia.” “Well, let’s go check on her and ease your mind.” That’s the last thing that will happen. I struggle to find peace of mind. Ease is not my forte. I thought I had found it with Thomas, but who am I kidding? The past can’t be relived. History is history for a reason. No, history is repeating itself, and I won’t let it happen. I refuse.

I shook my head, “They have weapons and military. They’ll fight back.” His smile was grim. “That’s where the demons come in, my dear.” He exhaled through his nose, lips turning down. “Perhaps I told you all this too soon. I wanted to help you ease into it, but I’m beginning to wonder if I made a mistake. Since the beginning of time civilizations have risen and fallen. Emperors, Dictators, Kings, and Queens have come and gone, paving the way for new kingdoms, new rulers, new beliefs. This is just another turning point in history. Tell me you understand that.”

My roar breaks loose, raw and guttural, before dissolving into broken sobs. I loved her. And she married him. The thought alone rips through me like a curse. It’s exactly what happened to Grandpa. He loved Alexa’s grandmother, but in the end, he never got her. The same damn history repeats itself, the same cruelty binding me to bloodline and fate. I drag myself to the car and lean back against the door, my wails hollow in the empty night.

Caierre looked up at him, at the old man's careful, guarded expression, and felt something cold settle low in his chest. "He said history would repeat itself." Caierre held his gaze. "What does that mean? What happened before? You know. I can see that you know." ~~ The old man didn't answer. Not because he was choosing silence this time, Caierre thought—but because the ground had started to move.