Post by Flavia Thorn on May 6, 2011 12:45:10 GMT -5
Flavia had just entered Camelot. She walked slowly through the busy town, taking in her surroundings, gazing opened mouthed at the new sites she was seeing. "It must be market day," she thought. Flavia hadn't been to Stormhold's local market since her parents had died. She had been too busy trying to plan her escape from the now corrupted city thanks to her prat of a brother.
She saw rows and rows of wooden stalls selling a variety of home grown and exotic products. Fruit and vegetables from around Camelot and nearby villages, exotic coloured cloth and clothes from North Africa, animals for sale, food from Italia, Greece, Africa. All in the shadow of the legendary Camelot castle. And finally, the weekly 'entertainment' – the stocks.
Most weeks the stocks were used to give the townspeople fun by allowing them to throw rotten vegetables at well deserving criminals before they were taken off to be executed or some other equally gruesome fate.
That day however, there was a boy in the stocks, who looked as innocent as a newborn baby. He had dark brown hair and the most perfect and striking blue eyes. The stocks are always overseen by one of the prestigious Knights of Camelot; that day the privilege had fallen to a tall blonde haired youth. Flavia was bewitched and could not believe her luck when he smiled and beckoned for her to come over. 'Must act normal' she thought as she went over.
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TAG: Arthur Pendragon
She saw rows and rows of wooden stalls selling a variety of home grown and exotic products. Fruit and vegetables from around Camelot and nearby villages, exotic coloured cloth and clothes from North Africa, animals for sale, food from Italia, Greece, Africa. All in the shadow of the legendary Camelot castle. And finally, the weekly 'entertainment' – the stocks.
Most weeks the stocks were used to give the townspeople fun by allowing them to throw rotten vegetables at well deserving criminals before they were taken off to be executed or some other equally gruesome fate.
That day however, there was a boy in the stocks, who looked as innocent as a newborn baby. He had dark brown hair and the most perfect and striking blue eyes. The stocks are always overseen by one of the prestigious Knights of Camelot; that day the privilege had fallen to a tall blonde haired youth. Flavia was bewitched and could not believe her luck when he smiled and beckoned for her to come over. 'Must act normal' she thought as she went over.
Words - 245
TAG: Arthur Pendragon
