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The Revelation of Emrys, Chapter 12, RescueArthur was just about to say the name when Gwaine spoke up.
"How about this..." he gasped, in between short bursts of pain, "I know where Merlin is. So if you want him that badly, you'll take me and leave them alone..." Morgana looked down at him.
"Ha, You think I'm going to fall for that?" she demanded, then she paused, considering, "although... you are one of his best friends... so maybe..." An idea struck her and she laughed. "Very well, change of plans. I take you, and if you fail to tell me where Merlin is hiding, you get to know why it is a bad idea to lie to me, then come back and ask again, only I won't be so nice about it..." Gwaine groaned, "I had to open my mouth..." he murmured, whilst concealing a wink to Arthur. Arthur got the message, 'dont interfere'. He sat back, cursing himself. Cursing Morgana. Cursing Magic in general. Morgana noticed his clenched muscles and grinned. Arthurs discomfort solidified the deal. "Very well." she snapped her fingers and a pair of guards h
Storm Hawks, Defenders of the Far Side. Chapter 7Aerrow started to run towards Radarr but his path was blocked by the worms tail.
"Radarr!" He cried, but was met with no reply. He turned to Piper and saw dismay written across her face. "Get to the other side of the tunnel!" he called to her, just as he noticed something coming towards him from his other side. He bought his swords around and deflected the Worms bite, slicing it across the face and causing it to recoil. The tail followed around, and Aerrow hit it away. It worked, but one of his swords had gone flying towards Piper, far out of his reach. He turned to the worm to see that it was holding back... a few seconds later, it darted its head forward, but was sent reeling back by a huge explosion above them, which sent rocks and dust tumbling down. They didnt slow it for long, however, as the rocks just bounced off of its hard skin. Aerrow heard shouting from above him, and glanced up to see Finn aiming his crossbow at the worm and firing at it. They seemed to have no effect on t
Storm Hawks, Defenders of the Far Side. Chapter 6Finn had just arrived at the Condor and head to the bridge to get Stork. They were covering no ground with the handheld, crystal energy detectors, and had been there scouring the ground for almost three hours. Then Junko had had the idea of connecting Storks booby trap detector to trace the crystal energy. He just hoped that they got there in time.
xxxxxxxx Just over two hours before... xxxxxxxx
Aerrow grimaced as his leg continued to burn.
"Piper," he asked her, "What kind of crystals is Finn usi
The Revelation of Emrys, Chapter 4 (re-uploaded)Arthur 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 from 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 th
The Revelation of Emrys. Chapter 11, GamesArthur sat on the floor of the cell, slumped against the wall. It had been several hours since he had first woken up, meaning it had been nigh on two days since Morgana had taken Camelot. One of his thoughts was voiced by one of the knights in the next cell over.
"What is she doing? Surely she should have come to speak to King Arthur by now..." Arthur looked up.
"She'll be too busy hunting Merlin..." he didnt get any further as a different knight spoke up.
"Yeah, another Sorceror. How do we know that they aren't in it together..." he got cut off by a punch to the face. Gwaine had punched him as hard as he could, splitting his lip and sendng him tumbling to the floor.
"Dont. You. Dare. Dont even think about speaking about my friend like that. From what Arthur said, he's done more for this kingdom than the rest of us put together." The same knight spoke up from the floor,
"Yeah, and he was told that by a druid. Another magic user. Heck, I dont see why we trust any of them, it was magic t
Storm Hawks, Defenders of the Far Side. Chapter 5"Oh... eeeewwwwww" Finn had been complaining for the better part of half an hour and Aerrow was getting annoyed. They had been in the tunnels for nearly three hours, and were nearly at the point where they believed the worm to be staying. So far, they hadn't encountered anything but rock, then again, it did echo down here and if the creature were to hear them... "Finn," Aerrow called back to him, "Could you keep the noise down? That thing could be anywhere..." Finn gave an exhaggerated sigh. "But its bright red, how can we miss... it?" Hs eyes fixed on a point just above Aerrow, and he turned to see two yellow eyes staring out at him from one of the small tunnel opening... only this one wasnit small... and neither was the worm inside it. "Run!" Aerrow called back to the others, watching them turn and stumble back up the tunnel. He followed, turnng constantly to see the huge shape of the worm following him, slithering around the tunnel in its attempt to catch him. He could see what Arca
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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