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Part 3: ARTHUR
After a long evening of walking through the desert we were getting closer to the Dark Tower. Approaching the tower I looked behind me to see the knights in a dispute about who was better at jousting. I rolled my eyes and looked up at the Tower, stopping in my tracks, Oh no. Morgana was looking down at me, a sneer on her face. She see's me, us. I shot my hand up, signaling the knights to quiet down.
Seeing my gesture their argument went into silence, looking around for the danger, wondering why I was signaling them. “What is it, My Lord?” asked Leon looking around. My eyes were glued to Morganas. “My Lord?” asked Leon again.
“Shh.” I said, looking to the knights. “Morgana has spotted us. We need to hurry.”
“Are wewe sure Sire? wewe could just be imagining things.” Gwaine told me.
What? I looked back to the window. She was gone. Oh no. Fear crept up through me. Morgana saw me. That meant Gwen was in zaidi danger, knowing his sister she would do something to her to make him feel pain. “We need to go now. Gwen is in zaidi danger the longer we stand here, come on.”
GUINEVERE
Ah. My shoulder was killing me. I tried to songesha but it stiffened up considering where I was and how I was positioned against the hard chair. I looked around, seeing all the set traps around the room. Oh Arthur be careful. . .be careful. . .be careful. Stay safe.
ARTHUR
How long is this bloody staircase? We were now making our way through the Dark tower climbing an endless staircase leading on and on. Whoosh. What was that? All of a sudden an arrow came out of nowhere, shooting right above my head. “Nobody move” I shouted.
“We should be zaidi careful” Elyan said, “Move zaidi slowly, we have no idea how many traps Morgana has set.”
The knights nodded in agreement, slowing down the pace. Occasionally another arrow would fly kwa but we were ready, dodging easily out of the way. Finally we came to the end of the staircase, but it just stopped against the wall, leading nowhere. What? No. . .how can that be?? We have been climbing this staircase only to find it leads to a wall. A solid bloody wall. “Uah.” I banged my fist against the ukuta with all my might. “How. . .” Bang. “Could. . .” Bang. “That be?. . .” Bang. I found myself shouting now, filling with rage. “All this. . .” Bang. “Way. . .” Bang. “For nothing.” Bang. I slumped to the ground, my face in my hands.
Oh, Guinevere. I'm so sorry. I failed. Failed as a King, a husband. What if I never see her again? No. . . I could not afford to think like that. I had to believe there was hope. I got to my feet. “Alright lets go, we will tafuta every inch of this place. Leave no corner unchecked, we will not rest until we find her, is that understood?” I found myself directing my anger, yelling at the knights, my rage taking over.
“Yes Sire” the knights alisema quickly, not bothering to try and mtulivu, clam me down.
I started leading my way down the stairs. “. . .Be careful.” I stopped in my tracks, her voice in my head. Guinevere? I could hear her voice so clearly. I turned around, looking behind me expecting to see her brown curls, the swish of her dress but all I saw were the bewildered knights looking at me. “Stay safe. . .” Her voice in my head again.
“Um. . .Sire?” Percival alisema behind me.
“Quiet.” I snapped. Trying to hear her voice again.
“But Sire. . .your glowing.”
“What?” I looked down at my body which was in fact glowing a slight yellow dhahabu color. What is happening to me? “Oh, Arthur. . .help” My moyo went cold, her voice clearly in my head again, she sounded so scared. “Where are you? I thought back. Because I knew that somehow if I could hear her then she could hear me. I am here, how can I find you?
GUINEVERE
“Mmh” I struggled with the ropes binding me, trying to get free. But with my broken shoulder, I could barely struggle. Suddenly the door opened setting the trap. Oh Arthur. . .help. But just as the arrow came flying toward me it stopped and hovered in mid air. How?
“Hello, Gwen. Sorry about the trap but I wanted to see Arthur's face when he . .” Morgana came into the room and trailed off, looking at me like I sprouted antlers. But because I was gagged, I could not respond. “Where are you?” Arthur's voice came into my head again. I felt slightly comforted hearing his voice. “I am here, how can I find you?”
“Gwen how are wewe doing that?” Morgana asked breaking my concentration on Arthur's thoughts. I looked at her, confused. “Your glowing.” alisema Morgana.
I looked down at myself and I was in fact glowing a yellow-gold color. What is going on with me? Then all of a sudden a big light burst through me, glowing brighter and brighter.
ARTHUR
I started leading my way down the stairs again when all of a sudden a big bright light came from behind us. I turned around seeing a bright light behind the ukuta where the stairs ended. Oh. Of course, Morgana must have somehow Enchanted the door. I ran up to the ukuta and started feeling around. After a dakika of searching my hands bumped into something round. I grabbed and turned it. All of a sudden, part of the ukuta swung open revealing the bright light, it dimmed down toward the end of a long hallway, outlining another door at the end. I did not know how au what but some how I knew that Guinevere was close.
I started running to the end of the long hallway, the knights on my tail. Don't worry Guinevere, we are close. I thought, hoping she could hear me.
GUINEVERE
“Don't worry Guinevere, we are close.” Oh no. I started panicking. If Arthur was close then that means. . .
“Whats wrong Gwen?” Morgana asked, looking at my panicked gaze. “I am not going to kill wewe yet, I want Arthur to do it. I just have to reset the trap again. . .” And with that she went over and started working on it.
Oh no. I have to keep her distracted until Arthur gets here. I started struggling with the ropes again. Morgana turned my way. “Oh Gwen, wewe can't get out right now, the fun has not began yet.” She alisema coming over to secure my ropes. Ow, that's tight. Atleast that was enough to distract her from setting the trap again. Oh Arthur, please hurry. . .
Part 3: ARTHUR
After a long evening of walking through the desert we were getting closer to the Dark Tower. Approaching the tower I looked behind me to see the knights in a dispute about who was better at jousting. I rolled my eyes and looked up at the Tower, stopping in my tracks, Oh no. Morgana was looking down at me, a sneer on her face. She see's me, us. I shot my hand up, signaling the knights to quiet down.
Seeing my gesture their argument went into silence, looking around for the danger, wondering why I was signaling them. “What is it, My Lord?” asked Leon looking around. My eyes were glued to Morganas. “My Lord?” asked Leon again.
“Shh.” I said, looking to the knights. “Morgana has spotted us. We need to hurry.”
“Are wewe sure Sire? wewe could just be imagining things.” Gwaine told me.
What? I looked back to the window. She was gone. Oh no. Fear crept up through me. Morgana saw me. That meant Gwen was in zaidi danger, knowing his sister she would do something to her to make him feel pain. “We need to go now. Gwen is in zaidi danger the longer we stand here, come on.”
GUINEVERE
Ah. My shoulder was killing me. I tried to songesha but it stiffened up considering where I was and how I was positioned against the hard chair. I looked around, seeing all the set traps around the room. Oh Arthur be careful. . .be careful. . .be careful. Stay safe.
ARTHUR
How long is this bloody staircase? We were now making our way through the Dark tower climbing an endless staircase leading on and on. Whoosh. What was that? All of a sudden an arrow came out of nowhere, shooting right above my head. “Nobody move” I shouted.
“We should be zaidi careful” Elyan said, “Move zaidi slowly, we have no idea how many traps Morgana has set.”
The knights nodded in agreement, slowing down the pace. Occasionally another arrow would fly kwa but we were ready, dodging easily out of the way. Finally we came to the end of the staircase, but it just stopped against the wall, leading nowhere. What? No. . .how can that be?? We have been climbing this staircase only to find it leads to a wall. A solid bloody wall. “Uah.” I banged my fist against the ukuta with all my might. “How. . .” Bang. “Could. . .” Bang. “That be?. . .” Bang. I found myself shouting now, filling with rage. “All this. . .” Bang. “Way. . .” Bang. “For nothing.” Bang. I slumped to the ground, my face in my hands.
Oh, Guinevere. I'm so sorry. I failed. Failed as a King, a husband. What if I never see her again? No. . . I could not afford to think like that. I had to believe there was hope. I got to my feet. “Alright lets go, we will tafuta every inch of this place. Leave no corner unchecked, we will not rest until we find her, is that understood?” I found myself directing my anger, yelling at the knights, my rage taking over.
“Yes Sire” the knights alisema quickly, not bothering to try and mtulivu, clam me down.
I started leading my way down the stairs. “. . .Be careful.” I stopped in my tracks, her voice in my head. Guinevere? I could hear her voice so clearly. I turned around, looking behind me expecting to see her brown curls, the swish of her dress but all I saw were the bewildered knights looking at me. “Stay safe. . .” Her voice in my head again.
“Um. . .Sire?” Percival alisema behind me.
“Quiet.” I snapped. Trying to hear her voice again.
“But Sire. . .your glowing.”
“What?” I looked down at my body which was in fact glowing a slight yellow dhahabu color. What is happening to me? “Oh, Arthur. . .help” My moyo went cold, her voice clearly in my head again, she sounded so scared. “Where are you? I thought back. Because I knew that somehow if I could hear her then she could hear me. I am here, how can I find you?
GUINEVERE
“Mmh” I struggled with the ropes binding me, trying to get free. But with my broken shoulder, I could barely struggle. Suddenly the door opened setting the trap. Oh Arthur. . .help. But just as the arrow came flying toward me it stopped and hovered in mid air. How?
“Hello, Gwen. Sorry about the trap but I wanted to see Arthur's face when he . .” Morgana came into the room and trailed off, looking at me like I sprouted antlers. But because I was gagged, I could not respond. “Where are you?” Arthur's voice came into my head again. I felt slightly comforted hearing his voice. “I am here, how can I find you?”
“Gwen how are wewe doing that?” Morgana asked breaking my concentration on Arthur's thoughts. I looked at her, confused. “Your glowing.” alisema Morgana.
I looked down at myself and I was in fact glowing a yellow-gold color. What is going on with me? Then all of a sudden a big light burst through me, glowing brighter and brighter.
ARTHUR
I started leading my way down the stairs again when all of a sudden a big bright light came from behind us. I turned around seeing a bright light behind the ukuta where the stairs ended. Oh. Of course, Morgana must have somehow Enchanted the door. I ran up to the ukuta and started feeling around. After a dakika of searching my hands bumped into something round. I grabbed and turned it. All of a sudden, part of the ukuta swung open revealing the bright light, it dimmed down toward the end of a long hallway, outlining another door at the end. I did not know how au what but some how I knew that Guinevere was close.
I started running to the end of the long hallway, the knights on my tail. Don't worry Guinevere, we are close. I thought, hoping she could hear me.
GUINEVERE
“Don't worry Guinevere, we are close.” Oh no. I started panicking. If Arthur was close then that means. . .
“Whats wrong Gwen?” Morgana asked, looking at my panicked gaze. “I am not going to kill wewe yet, I want Arthur to do it. I just have to reset the trap again. . .” And with that she went over and started working on it.
Oh no. I have to keep her distracted until Arthur gets here. I started struggling with the ropes again. Morgana turned my way. “Oh Gwen, wewe can't get out right now, the fun has not began yet.” She alisema coming over to secure my ropes. Ow, that's tight. Atleast that was enough to distract her from setting the trap again. Oh Arthur, please hurry. . .
Long Live the Queen.
