Through water she quickly crossed worlds and ended up in a
heavily wooded area. She moved through the forest with innate grace and followed
a path long forgotten by man or hidden from them. The entrance looked overgrown
and covered with dangerous looking plants, but there was more to them than what
was being seen. She moved past them with little fanfare and continued on her
journey. The forest exuded power the closer she got to her destination. She
arrived in a vast clearing with a large overgrown hawthorn tree and several
monuments. The monuments each contained a sword with the exception of two. The
entire place radiated magic and reverence, but nothing more so then the tree
itself.
She walks
towards the tree and kneels before it because the tree itself deserved it. As
she sat there looking at this magnificent tree, it was as if the tree was alive
and breathing in the way humans do. The entire forest seemed this way,
brighter, and filled with more vibrant colors. She looked out of place;
especially in her lacey, soft pink ball gown, kneeling in the grass. She pulled
the pouch out from the hidden folds in her dress. Carefully taking the tome out
of it, she gently placed it on one of the largest protruding roots. Then she
opened the tome balancing it between the first root and the one closest to it.
Inside the
book lay unrecognizable words; confusing unless you were taught the language.
Luckily she was taught how to read and utilize it. She knew that the book
should only be opened when there was a dire need for it. This moment right now
might be their greatest need for what laid inside of it. She turned the pages
quickly until she came across a page with a figure of an ornate crown. She
slowly reached down, her eyes never leaving the page, and slid the glove off
her right hand. Her eyes which had always been an ocean blue flickered and changed.
They were now sliver with rings of bright glowing blue around the pupil and the
outside of the iris.
The words
began jumping off the page and turning into lace-like lines that curled around
her fingers. Her fingers moved in an almost whimsical manner and as they
continued to move the lines began to take shape. The lines when fully formed
was a perfect image of the crown from the page, only now a tangible object. The
crown was gold, jewel encrusted, and covered in glowing runes. Now that it was
fully formed she picked it up and placed it on the healthiest branch.
Taking a
step back, she watched the tree intently. She was waiting on baited breath for
something to happen. In a split second, the tree started humming to life and
she took a step forward back towards the tree. Her hand is encompassed by vines
that held tight enough to draw blood and halt her progress. She breaks through
them with little effort as the first drops of blood left her hand. Her hand
reached towards the tree and then right through it. Another hand came out from
the white void and latched onto hers. She gripped the hand tightly before
tugging on it and pulling them through.
The force
of the pull made both of them stumble as he appeared from within the tree.
Before her stood a lanky young man with messy black hair, large ears, and blue
eyes that quickly turned a molten gold color.
“Merlin,” she smiles widely feeling accomplished at freeing
him.
“Ariel.” His answering grin was goofy. He moved around the
area stretching out the limbs that were stiff from disuse. He surveyed the clearing
immediately noticing the large trees with the monuments directly in front of
them. He was drawn to the one that was dark grey with glowing blue cracks
through out it. It looked as if it was seconds away from falling all to pieces.
“How?” He knew from the first glance that this one was hers.
“Gwaine,” was her only answer.
“That explains it,” he joked trying to lighten the mood, “He
wasn’t here was he?”
“If he was I do not remember, but not all of us were. We
decided step one was to release you and figure out the rest from there.” She
answered almost like she would answer her superiors.
“And Arthur?” His questions was asked in a whisper almost as
if he was afraid of the answer.
“We’re not sure, but we’re searching.” She reassured him, a
hand coming out to touch his arm in comfort. Of course the clotpole would be
the hardest to find.
“Our best bet?”
“Rapunzel.” Then they both vanished from the clearing. The
clearing itself began protecting itself until the time came for them and only
them to come back. A hidden grove filled with unimaginable power and secrets.
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