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Lancelot paced the outside of the tent while other
knights have gathered a distance away. They all shared the same concern which
was Arthur who was in the tent with the healers. The King was dying although
they won the battle. Lancelot felt his own wounds which were then taken care of
by the healers. He will live but his biggest wound was Guinevere. With the
battle over, his mind floated back to her. He was wondering how she was
handling the affair. She had told him then but he felt she was manipulated by
Mordred who then was the caretaker of Camelot.
“Lancelot, how fare the …Kimg?” Belvedere stood there
with part of his body still healing. He was at times how to address Arthur.
“His previous wounds with the Procurator had opened
up. He should have stood at the side.”
“Arthur is King. He cannot be standing at the …”
“For that he is in there dying.” Lancelot snapped in.
“He is a fool. He thinks too highly of himself.”
“You were with him for years. Why did you not stop
him?”
Lancelot ignored the queston when he saw the four healers
stepping out. They approached him and told him the grave news.
“The King is dying. He asked to be alone.” With that
the healers left Lancelot. One of them turned back.
“The King asked that only Belvedere could approach
him.” When Lancelot heard that, he felt an annoyance. In his mind, he asked
himself why Arthur did not ask for him or even Gawain. They were the ones which
started with him and yet he called on Belvedere. Who was Belvedere that Arthur
will select him instead of them. He had hardly known Belvedere himself. The knight came in not some time back and sat
there as if he had always belonged there.
“I guess all of us don’t really belong …” Lancelot
muttered.
It was the same at Camelot.
To be more precise they were at in the cavern with
Merlin smiling. He saw the runes design he drawn on the round table surface
were moving. Morgan saw it and then called out.
“Why … what did you do?” Morgan glared at Merlin.
Guinevere confused then asked Morgan.
“Why are the designs moving…there?” Guinevere asked.
“The druid had turned it on. It was not….time yet.” It
was then the rune designs converged into one dark spot and then it turned to
the shade of red before it spread out like the spill of blood. The shade spread
and then it covered rhe table top with its own design. It displayed the image
of a raging dragon descending to the surface where a number of hands were seen
to flair out in receiving it. The dragon image came alive with the wings
flapping before it spurting out the flames into the receiving hands. The lines
of hands were seen to be withering into its bones and then nothing.
“Oh, my God!” Guinevere muttered out in despair but
the despair was soon to turn to concern when she saw from within the image of
the dragon a set of feet was emerging. The feet soon revealed the figure of a
Man and yet the body was covered with lines that resembled scales with the
unique face expression. It was a face of a Man but on the forehead were the two
protruding horns. The figure was in the shade of red but there was another
figure that stepped out. It was in an image of the Lady and it was in contrast
in the image which was white.
“Is it time for us to wake, minion?” The red horned
figure asked of the druid while it stretched its body frame. The druid went on
his knees and replied.
“No, it’s not the time of reckoning. I did not wake
you but your worshippers.” Merlin then prostrated on his knees motioned to the
three ladies standing there. “They are your …servants and in their eagerness to
serve you woke you up.”
“No….” Morgan called up and then she glared at Merlin.
“You dare to place the…”
“Silence! The minion is of mine and you are not his to
command.” The red figure looked towards the ladies. “The group that entices my
brothers once before now stand to accuse another of mine. You are either bold
or foolish.”
Morgan reacted with herself taking the same as the
druid and sought mercy then from the so named dragons.
“I did not wake you, Master but the druid did it to
spite us. He who is…”
“Silence! My minion had a task to wake me on the age
of reckoning and not before. He had never failed me….” The red one looked at
Merlin. “Maybe he did before but he knew the retribution for it.”
“I have repented, Master. I have preserved your …souls
but they have…” Merlin defended himself but it was Elaine who then decided to
flee the cavern.
“I have no part of this….” Elaine was silenced with a
gesture by the red figure who then flashed his anger at her. The flames
projected from his right hand burst into Elaine and left behind the remains in
ashes.
“Tell me, minion. Who are they?” The red figure looked
towards Merlin. The later was to reply when the cavern vibrated with the echoes
of the howling sounds and then from the walls stepped forth the lioness spirit.
She was not alone but with her were three others.
“Lucifer, we meet once more.” The lioness roared out.
“And to you too, Lilith.”
“The one defeated Angels have returned.” The red
figure named Lucifer turned to look at the others. “Have you not perished in
our last battle, Sybil? I can see you brought your companions.”
“Our brethren perished but there are some of us who
have stayed to ensure you will not rise again.” Sybil replied. “Michael feared
that the war was not over for you and Lilith were not captured then. We stayed
on to hunt you. We lost the last battle but today, we will win the war.”
“Sister and brothers, we were once of the same realm.
Why do you pursue on the war when it’s long over. The Fallen Brothers lost then
and were captured or scattered. You had your victory and yet you sought us till
this day.” Lucifer voiced out. “All we ask for was to wait out for the day of
reckoning.”
“A day which will not happened for long as we serve
Michael.” Sybil replied. “Enough of our talks and let us end the war today. You
are not in our stronghold and behold here we are the formidable ones.”
It was then Lucifer realized the location and for once
fear ruled inside him. He looked at the druid who had then backed away to the
Lioness.
“You betrayed me once more, minion. I shall retun for
you if it will take me an eternity to do so.” Lucifer then faced his
adversaries. “Fight me now.”
It was then Merlin rushed to the cavern exit with the
two ladies in the rear. He rushed up the corridors and then to courtyard. On
every step he took, the ground beneath his feet trembled with the sound of
earth shaking movements. He fell on several steps but each time he stood up and
ran on.
“Run outside. Follow me.” Merlin called to the two
ladies while he headed for the main gate. The castle towers that once stood high on the walls were
seen toppling over like fallen tree trunks while sections of the walls were
collapsing into rubbles. He pushed on and was soon running on the green
grassland but even then the danger was not over. Sections of the ground there
were uprooted and deep gorges were formed. He jumped and ran without looking
back. It was not only that he feared for then spurts of water were seen
shooting high from the cracks in the land. He saw a horse that was without its
rider nearby and it was too frighten to move. Merlin grabbed the reins and
mounted it. It was then he turned to look for the ladies.
“Guinevere, run towards me.” Merlin saw the Queen
still on her feet near him. She ran to him and he grabbed her onto the rear of
the saddle. He turned to look for Morgan but she was not to be seen. He turned
the horse to the plains ahead and rode hard. He did dare to look back at the
castle he had assisted in building.
For once again in his immortal life, Merlin was scared
to look back.
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