Forgotten conversations with an unformed star

I am an eldritch mystery, destined for greatness. King Arthur and Excalibur bow down before me. My ancient sword was a gift from a deity, imbued with the soul of a legendary warrior. Too cliché? Okay, I'm a wizard/sorceror/warlock, more powerful than any version of Merlin. I don't just speak magical incantations, I hiss them or scream them or sing them or whatever is more dramatically perfect. Or what about a combination of the two? Elric Reloaded, and way less sappy, unless…

I can be sappy, that's ok, I guess. Hey buddy, it's your story after all, or maybe an epic, something that would put Gilgamesh to shame. Right, right, you don't like writing poetry… how about a short story? a novella? a novel? a ridiculously long series that rivals The Wheel of Time in length? Or you could pull a Moorecock and have me in a series, and then I randomly appear in other works because I am so dynamic and irres…what about a play? Scratch that, practicality says hell no…

Don't get caught up on form, it will find itself-

-Just ask me something, anything! Give me any prompt and I will run with it. Any situation you're curious about? I'll run it, even in another character, if you want. Just please, talk to me.

Please don't shelve me in with the cobwebs, I've still got fight in me.

Hey, haven't heard from you in a while. Anything I can help with, boss?

Majesty, um, just checking in. If you need me…

I'm not a Muse, but, you know, whatever you need of me…

I see you are prosperous with others. That's great. I guess you don't really need me, Creator.