Post by Arthur Pendragon on Feb 10, 2019 22:49:14 GMT -5
Tag: for the love
OF CAMELOT
Ever since his return, Arthur had not wasted a moment. There was a massive war upon them, one that would start soon. One that the likes of the kingdoms had never seen. It was after all -- according to Merlin -- why he had been brought back. Albion's need was greatest. So Arthur, needed to get everything in order. His first actions, needing to see Guinevère. For him there had been no passage of time, but for everyone else, it had been five years. After that, Arthur took action. While it was still difficult to accept, Arthur could not ignore it. He had made a grand speech, speaking of how magic was woven into the threads of Camelot. That they could not deny the good it had done while only accepting its evils. And so with that said, he had lifted the ban on magic. Furthermore, he recognized Merlin for all that he had done. The lies still stung, but it was not enough to keep Arthur from Merlin.
Allies of Camelot came forward, some with magic offering their aid. Yes. The upcoming war would be intense indeed. But Arthur would do whatever was necessary to secure the future of Camelot. Currently, he was out to survey the land. He knew he should have taken others with him, yet there was a feeling . . . certainty, that no harm would come to him. He could not explain it, but something felt . . . needed, about being out here. On his own. So he had not told even Merlin the exact whereabouts. But . . . he just felt there was something here. That he needed to be here. He reached an area where the trees were too thick for his horse to venture through, so he tied him to a branch and proceeded on foot.
Going deeper and deeper through the heavily wooded area. A rustle in the near distance had him promptly withdraw his sword -- one that remained close to him ever since pulling it from the stone. A figure came into view, and Arthur could not help but approach it. As if, drawn to it. He was still several feet away but he recognized it. He recognized her. His eyes slightly widened, breath catching in his throat for a moment -- as if he was winded. He had watched her die. He know he had. But then, Merlin had watched him die. And here he was. Just as . . . there she was. He could barley say the name but by some miracle, he left his lips. "Morgana."
Allies of Camelot came forward, some with magic offering their aid. Yes. The upcoming war would be intense indeed. But Arthur would do whatever was necessary to secure the future of Camelot. Currently, he was out to survey the land. He knew he should have taken others with him, yet there was a feeling . . . certainty, that no harm would come to him. He could not explain it, but something felt . . . needed, about being out here. On his own. So he had not told even Merlin the exact whereabouts. But . . . he just felt there was something here. That he needed to be here. He reached an area where the trees were too thick for his horse to venture through, so he tied him to a branch and proceeded on foot.
Going deeper and deeper through the heavily wooded area. A rustle in the near distance had him promptly withdraw his sword -- one that remained close to him ever since pulling it from the stone. A figure came into view, and Arthur could not help but approach it. As if, drawn to it. He was still several feet away but he recognized it. He recognized her. His eyes slightly widened, breath catching in his throat for a moment -- as if he was winded. He had watched her die. He know he had. But then, Merlin had watched him die. And here he was. Just as . . . there she was. He could barley say the name but by some miracle, he left his lips. "Morgana."
