The Revelaton of Emerys. Chapter 4, RegretArthur looked in the mirror and saw that the cut he recieved from the Demon blade was getting worse. Many more of the men were in worse shape. It seemed that Morgana had used up all of the stones but the shadow stone, he dreaded what she would use it for, and the Truth Stone... the one Merlin was so afraid of, only now Arthur knew why. He figured that the only good thing that had come fom the situation was that the demon inection in the cut no longer meant he had only a few hours, it seemed to have stopped the infection. He looked more closely at his reflection and noticed that his eyes looked as though he had witnessed a hundred years of suffering. That was not the case, but he had witnessed enough suffering to last him a hundred years. He gave into the sudden urge to smash th mirror, after all, at least it was only a mirror... not those he used to call friends. He needed them, all of them. But he mostly needed the one whose friendship he now realised was one of the most prescious thi
The Revelation of Emerys. Chapter Three DiscoveredMerlin knew something was wrong. He could feel it. And sure enough, when they entered the druids cave, he saw that most of them were looking ill and feverish. He could see that although Arthur hated users of magic, he felt pity for them. It was written clearly on his face. As soon as they entered the cave, the word Emrys was whispered and echoed throughout the cavernous space. Arthur looked confused, and gripped the hilt of his sword tighter. He decided he had no cause to use it however, as nothing seemed to happen. It was only a few moments before a druid made his way out towards them. Merlin recognised him as the one who had warned them about the cup of life, the magic goblet that enabled Morgana to take Camelot nearly a year ago, by creating an immortal army. His face showed no malice, however, or anger. Only the calm facade that he had had during their previous meeting. A few minutes later, they were seated just outside the cave, asking the Druid about the Tears of Beleth. At the f
Revelation of Emerys. Chapter 2, The Fight Begins"Aaaaahhhhh". It seemed to Merlin that the entire courtyard turned to stare as he dragged himself out from under the horse. Then again, most of them had been staring at him for the better part of an hour as he was constantly shown up by the self same horse. Gaius had used a sleeping draught to put it to sleep, as it had gone berserk during the morning and would not calm down. And guess who Arthur had allocated the "tricky task that Merlin was just the man for" Yep, that's right. That's why, in the sweltering mid morning heat, he had climbed over the gate and crept up on the damn horse. All he had to do, then, was creep up closer to it, and hold the cloth under its nose, so that it breathed in the fumes. Half an hour later, when Athur had come down to see what was taking so long, Merlin was making his fifth foray into the paddock, having been chased out by the horse in several humiliating ways. Most involving dung. Finally he had managed to jump onto the horses back, from a bale of hay
The Revelation of Emerys. Chapter One, MorganaMorgana laughed. It was a chilling sound that sent tremors through Mordred. The young druid had been taken by Morgana several days before and had since been subject to whatever form of truth spells or concoctions she could mix. Eventually, he had told her what she wanted to know, the location of the Seven Tears of Beleth. They were legendary amongst sorcerers. The legend tells that a powerful sorceror, who's name got lost amongst the drifts of time, Travelled to the firey bowels of the Earth, amongst the deep dwelling demons of hell, and stole the gems from Beloth, a demon king. It was said, that the stones had power over mortals, and would cause terrible suffering when the power was inflictd upon a host. Morgans did not care for the legend. She was only interested in the fabled power that she would possess. Finally, she would have a means to take her rightful place upon the throne of Camelot. She knew the power must be a true part of the legend. Why else would the druids keeep such It
A vampire's EternityEternity...
When you're alone it seems like forever...
But it's nothing at all when you are together...
A single kiss, from lips blood red,
a curse, a wish, living but dead.
I believed the promises, believed the lies,
the soul deep whispers, the heartfelt cries,
But for all that I am alone...
With sins and evils for which I cannot atone.
Doomed to walk eternally through a dark and friendless night,
Feared, hunted, cursed throughout this eternal twilight.
A vacuum, devoid of life, love, light,
A vortex of pain, and blood and night.
A hunger that burns, a thirst that's like fire,
Pulsing, flowing, an insatiable desire.
I live in a world of blood pain and tears,
Inhuman suffering, terror and fears...
All because I wanted more,
like creatures of legend, of myth, of lore.
I had choices, and I chose the easy way out,
I chose without knowing what I would be without.
And now I walk the earth, as if a blazing pyre,
A world of fire, of blood... A vampire.
Robin Hood. The Legend Begins. Chapter 1It had been two weeks since the men had rescued Robin fom the clutches of the Sheriff, and Robin was impatient. His wound had, thankfully, remained free of infection, somethiing which sophia- the healer from his village- had said must have been an act of god given all the filth in the dungeons and all of the stress he had put on it. He grimaced at the nearly healed wound, knowing it would leave an unseemly scar across his side, but, turing to look at the small clearing where they had buried three men, he figured he could be worse. At least his wound would heal. He sighed and looked down at the camp. It was clear that the men did not blame Robin, indeed, he had become even more of a hero both to these men and the peasant folk of Nottinghamshire, but he still could not shake off the feeling of guilt he felt at the death of the men. The rest of the outlaws had tried to console him, saying that they all knew the risks, they all accepted that they may not survive. They even congratulated hi
Robin Hood. Fanfic. Chapter Eight. Final ChapterThe camp was lit up with a pale pre-dawn light, and yet the men were already armed and ready for the task ahead. Robins execution was set for midday, but their plan meant that they had to be in place before then, to assure their positions. Even now, it would take the better part of the morning to reach Nottingham, even taking the shortcut though Sherwood. John sat and watched as the man filed out of the camp, leaving him behind with those who also had no part in the plan. He glared at the others in te camp, letting them know his frustration, before eventually getting up and grabbing a knife. He stormed across the camp into the woods, shouting about a hunting trip, and knew that the men would be glad to see him go. He grinned to himself. Stage one of his plan completed. Now he wouldnt have to worry about the men, knowing that they would not expect him back for the better part of the day. He laughed out loud to himself, and set off towards the village he visited the other day, ready to g
Robin Hood Fanfic. Chapter Seven.Robin groaned and opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the throbbing in his side. He glanced down and saw, to his relief, that it was not bleeding, though he knew that if he didnt get it treated soon, infection would set in. He tried to stretch, but couldnt move. He glanced up at his wrists and found the cause. Thick iron shackles covered his wrists, attatched to the wall by iron chains. He knew it was useless to pull against them, but couldnt help giving an involuntary tug to make sure of what he already knew. He needed o make a plan... needed to get out of here. Maybe.. Maybe he could... His thoughts were cut short as a sharp pain racked his body, seeming to emanate from his side. He new he had to stay awake, but the darkness that threatened to cloak him was so inviting... so welcoming... and he was so tired... Robins eyes closed, and his head fell back against the wall, as the pain made him fall, yet again, into a dreamess, pain fueled slumber.
John kicked out at the root
Robin Hood. Before the Legend. Chapter SixLittle John shoved the last of the three guards to the ground, and looked around. Many of the men were grappling with the soldiers, but they appeared to have the upper hand. Quite probably from the element of surprise. He heard Robin shout out again. "Do not fight them overlong, get back to the woods. You know them better than these invaders." John looked around and saw that many of the men in the group were taking his advice. incapacitating the soldiers and running for the safety of the trees. Robin himself was slowly climbing don the tree, his bow firmly trained on the Sheriff, who was glaring at him with undisguised loathing. John edged around the clearing to stand below Robin, "Here," he murmered, just loud enough for Robin to hear. "Looks like we have a lot to talk about, Bandit." He looked up at him, to see a worried expression on Robins face.
Robin slowly made his way down the tree, never moving his aim from the Sheriff. He saw John heading his way, and sighed. They w