Confrontation Feb 4, 2013 12:17:16 GMT -5
Post by Arthur Pendragon on Feb 4, 2013 12:17:16 GMT -5
Arthur wasn't sure how long he had been walking for. It could have been days, it could have been months. The more likely answer was days. Yet without food and water, he felt himself weakening at an alarming rate. He had emerged from the water, confused and disoriented, and was now forcing one leg in front of the other, eager and desperate to return to Camelot. Why had he been in the water? How long had he been there for? So many unanswered questions raced through his mind, and the hope of answers as well as the need for the comfort of his home, was all that kept him moving. His memory returned to him in flashes, recalling the battle, and Merlin's reveal, as well as Morgana's death -- which brought some ease of mind knowing that her great threat was eliminated. And that perhaps Camelot could rest in peace once more.
He just didn't understand what happened from the time he slipped into darkness, to when he rose from below the lake. His unwillingness to stop only caused his energy to decline at a rapid pace. Until he reached the peak of physical exhaustion and his body no longer held the same determination as his mind. He collapsed to the ground, struggling to keep his eyes open, for he feared that if he closed them . . . he would either wake up at the bottom of the lake, or never open them again. His vision blurred as he slipped further from consciousness, but he heard voices in the distance. Was it his mind concocting these hallucinations? Or was there really someone near? What if it was a threat? Arthur tried to reach for the hilt of his sword -- the first thing he noticed when coming out of the water -- but he couldn't. His arm would not move no matter how hard he willed it too. These voices, if they were indeed created by his mind, suddenly became more severe as an image of a man loomed over him. Arthur could barley see him, and yet there was a strange familiarity about him . . . something about his presence.
He was an elder man, clad in a robe with a hood and . . . that was all Arthur could remember, for once again, he slipped into an unconscious state, despite his efforts not to which yet again, proved to be futile.Once again, the passage of time in which Arthur was unconscious was not known to him. This time, when he opened his eyes, he was not gasping for breath. Instead, he saw the roof of a cave. A cave? Or some sort of cave like dwelling? Arthur attempted to sit up but his body protested as he felt every limb ache in pain. Still, he could not just lie here. His confusion made him restless and he felt the need to gain answers. He sat up, moving a little bit at a time, and it wasn't until then that he noticed how he was dressed. His chain mail had been removed, leaving him in his shirt and trousers. His boots were on the side, and his sword was . . . no where in site. He felt a slight panic, being without a weapon. A weapon that marked him as the king of Camelot.
Although, if they wanted to kill him, then he would be dead already. If it was a ransom, then his hands would be tied. Instead, he was in a place of comfort, with sheets under him, pillows under his head, a blanket draped over him and a small fire to keep him warm. This was not how a hostile group treated a prisoner. So, where exactly was he and who exactly was he with. Finding the curiosity too great to bare, he reached over for his boots and slipped them on. Then, he forced himself to his feet, groaning at the pain this action caused, but fought through it, has he reached for the wall of . . . wherever they were, needing it for support and balance. Though had to pause before he moved any further. He needed to make sure he would not appear weak in front of the others, even if they had seen him at his weakest state. He had to show that he was strong and stable, even if he didn't feel like either right now.Setting: Somewhere in the woods, at a druid camp
Time of Day: Late Afternoon
Timeline: A few years after The Diamond Of The Day II
What If: Mordred and Arthur met again after their presumed deaths