Harry Potter and the Berserker

Chapter 58 Divine Right of Kings

Disclaimer- Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Berserk is owned by Kentaro Miura. I own nothing.

The sun was shining brightly overhead. It was a clear sign that the long, wet season of spring was, at long last, coming to an end and making room for the promised season of summer. Spring had been a painfully long season this time around and while it was preferable to the cold and harsh winter, few crops grew even with the immense rain and trees were late to start blooming once again.

Summer was looking to be the promised time, a gentler time. Crops would grow and flourish in the rich fields and bring forth a multitude of surplus supplies to last all throughout the fall season, the time of great harvest, and then through winter once again. And then it would repeat all over again. The same seasons, the same routine, same migration routes, same plan as always.

It was indeed like a cycle in that regard; moving in a state of repeat. The seasons were in a cycle and so too was the life of the families who lived to see those seasons through. The families who worked the fields, who sold the crops, who domesticated the beasts, who built new homes, and all of lived and died in that same wheel of motion that spun for all families throughout the land. From the poorest beggar to the highest of rank; they all fell to that circle.

From the east, a cold wind blew. It could be interpreted as a sign that the lingering spring and cold winter were not through just yet in their conquest to stay in relevance for a few more weeks, but the breeze only served as a complement to the hot sun in the sky above. It was refreshing, no more, no less and utterly pointless to believe that it heralded some premonition of darker tidings to come. Truly absurd indeed.

Dark times were always ahead of them. They were always ahead of them, and they were behind them as well. Just the same as they were present in this very moment in time. Much like the changing wheel of seasons and people, the same could just as easily be applied to actions done to and committed by the very people of those cycles. The actions could always vary, there was no end to any offense be it small like a couple of children flinging pebbles at one another, or something as drastic as the rape of all the women in a village. They all happened. Some were much worse than others, but they still happened all the same. People lived and died, but the deeds would continue to be done.

That was human nature, perhaps. With all the mistakes made over time, people would never learn that they were not breaking the wheel at all, just conforming more and more to its already immense power. And how to fight the wheel if there was a way? Swords? Oh, they would be preferred any day of the week, but an idea is an idea for a reason; so it cannot be killed. Even if the idea is evil by a normal sense of the word, it still exists in the hearts and minds of humans alike.

It seemed like such a dull and meaningless topic to even bring up, but that was philosophy and it always had an attraction to those of a keen mind and thirst for knowledge. And there was a respect to be had for any who took to believing in or even crafting their own theories on the behavior of people in this world, not that it held the same appeal to all. Some were lions, others were sheep, but not all lions believed the same.

That was the thing about philosophy; it could take a topic as mundane as the weather and start making all sorts of comparisons about its nature and to how the world works. It could be amusing to see just how creative it could become if one had enough time to properly think it over, but it just took away from the moment. Perhaps one such theory or phrase existed that said to live for the present and just enjoy the moment while it lasted. Since dark and troubled times were always to exist, a moment of true peace and tranquility was to be valued. Even if peace just made one complacent and dulled their skills, humans had to relax at one point or another.