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The Revelation of Emrys, Chapter 16. CollisionsMerlin ducked under the low doorframe of the small room, wiping blood from his hands. It had been difficut to heal the young man, but he had managed it. Now he was planning on trying to find Arthur, hopefully to find him busy with some task or other. His attention was divertd, however, as he past the small alcove that led to the tunnels. He wasn't sure what it was, but something was pulling him towards there. He followed his instincts, cautiously stepping into the tunnel and making his way down. He had scarcely been in the tunnel for three minutes when he heard faint groaning.
"Hello?" he called down, quietly.
"Help..." the voice was faint, and coming from the side tunnel just ahead of him. Merlin ran towards the voice, instinct telling him that it wasn't a trap, and found himself nearly tripping over a young knight. Kneeling down, he knew that he needed to get him to Gaius. There was a knife sticking from his back that had staunched most of the bleeding, and the knife didn'
The Revelation of Emrys, Chapter 15. PreparationsMorgana winced slightly as the echo of Morganite seemed to pull at her from deep inside her body. The unpleasant sensation, that she seemed to be being wrenched in half, lasted for nearly ten minutes, as she stood, fists clenched on the dresser, for it to abate. It was the sixth time she had gone though this in the last two days, and she had no intention of doing it again. After all, seven was considered to be the most poten magica number, so seve of her should maximise her abilities quite sufficiently. There was also the fact that each time she used it, she felt weaker and less powerful. It was not something she was used to feeling and she hated every second that left her feeling vulnerable.
The pain uddenly ceased, catching her off balance and making her sway slightly as she fought to regain it. As soon as she was sure she could stand without falling, she turned and couldn't help the smile that sprea across her face. This copy of her was just as good as the others, a perfect mirror i
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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