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A History of Bournemouthshire (Camp NaNo 04/14)
By: Kiera Pearson Date: April 1, 2014, 7:17 am
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Rita, for your own sanity don't read this until I've edited it.
I'm only posting now to save my sending it home
The world, at first, was fairly normal and none of the ancient
races needed to interfere with the daily lives of the people
scurrying about with their living. There were there ancient
races: The Phoenixes, The Lizards and The Nymphs. The Nymphs
were the servants of the overlord who over saw everything. They
lived on the Earth and few could tell their true identities. The
Lizards and The Phoenix were very different from the Nymphs and
each other. The Phoenixes were the embodiment of all order and
regiment where the Lizards were representative of chaos. From
each of these races there was one who lived among the people of
Earth, disguised as one of them. They had names in their ancient
tongues but left them behind in each new life they entered.
Between each life, the Lizard and the Phoenix would return to
their homelands to see their own people. The presence of both
was ignored. The home land of the Lizards is very peculiar- they
resemble what you mortals would call a coffee shop, filled with
screens and buttons of all different colour, scattered with a
reckless abandon. There was not organised system by which one
could find one exactly what they needed from any terminal. This
led to The Lizard finding out what and when its next life was to
be. A Welsh boy by the name of Merlin and he was die alone,
bereft of his friends and in a tree. No one was watching the
Lizard. He (as he now knew he would be a he) checked over his
shoulder just to be sure before he started attacking the
keyboard furiously, looking for how his friends in his next life
were to die. He stumbled across a document telling of a battle
yet to come. Both leaders would die, one of them being one of
his future friends. The Lizard resolved this time would be
different- he couldn't go through the pain of death again.
"Oh, you idiot. You knew that I was going left! You let me win!"
called the King across the training yard.
"Well you might fall in on yourself if your ego deflates!" shot
back Merlin. The pair were happy and enjoying a period of peace
in Avalon. The King had plans to marry the daughter of a
neighbouring king and Merlin was fed and sheltered which was
more than he could say about some of his previous lives. It came
to the forefront of his mind as it did every now and again that
Arthur was to die and he was to regenerate alone in a tree. He
pushed this thought away in the light of the time of happiness
in the land.
"He has amassed an army in the South, your majesty. Should we go
out to face him, Sire?" one of the knights asked as Merlin
looked in on another war meeting. His memory had faded in his
years as Merlin but he knew inside that this was the battle.
This was the war that would rob him of his friend. He kept quiet
and tried not to let slip that he already knew the outcome of
the battle. The meeting was dismissed after the agreement to
meet Mordred was made.
"Hold up, Merlin." he stopped and turned to face the king. "You
know something, don't you?" Merlin cursed inwardly at his
friend's ability to see straight through him. It was a trait
that only his enemies had had until this point.
"Yes, sire." Arthur looked at the magician, able to tell he knew
something but not what he knew.
"What is the fate of the battle, Merlin? Do not hide it from
me." Merlin felt his heart race and heard his blood pound in his
ears and he knew he could not ever tell Arthur that he was to
die.
"The enemy die, your majesty. By your hand. We lose many great
men but Mordred will die and the rebellion will be quenched."
Merlin breathed in a deep breath and tried to shut off his
emotions.
"Anything else, Merlin?" He had to lie. His duty to his people
overcame that to his friend.
"No sir." Arthur saw straight through him, he knew it but it was
thankful that he didn't say anything.
The battle started as any battle did. The first few deaths were
meaningless and wasteful. Merlin was in the back of the army,
casting spells to kill the enemy. After an hour of tedious work,
he fought his way through to the front lines and unleashed a
blast that cleared the front few lines of the enemy. Arthur was
nowhere to be seen. He dashed out of the way of the fighting and
searched for Arthur. He climbed a tree to see if he could spot
the King. Instead he saw Mordred on the other side of the
valley. He knew this was his best chance to save Arthur. He
scrambled down the tree and rushed off again. As he ran past
those fighting for Arthur he heard a few calls of traitor and
deserter. If only they knew, he thought bitterly. He was doing
more than they were. He reached a clearing in the battle to see
Arthur, finally, face up to Mordred and the black axe he
carried. He saw the enemy raise the axe above his head to strike
Arthur. Before merlin could conjurer any spell to deflect to
blow the axe had fallen and Arthur had dodged the blow, instead
stabbing through Mordred's Stomach. Merlin knew that Mordred
would not die instantly and drew up beside Arthur.
"You found him then?" Merlin quipped. Arthur turned around to
see him.
"And where do you think you've been? I've been searching all
over for you!" Arthur shot back. They smiled. But while they
exchanged their banterous greeting, Mordred crawled up from the
floor.
"You think this is over, oh great king?" He heaved up his axe
with his left and swung a side blow. Instinctively, Merlin threw
a ball of magic at the handle, shattering the wood. The druid
leader keeled over in pain. As he fell again he grabbed the
splintered remains of the handle qand swung at Arthur's foot. He
hit the bone and Arthur jumped back in pain.
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Re: A History of Bournemouthshire (Camp NaNo 04/14)
By: Kiera Pearson Date: April 2, 2014, 8:10 am
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Merlin grabbed the axe off of Mordred and hit him in the skull
repeatedly until he was certain he was dead. Arthur looked up
through his pain and regarded Merlin.
"You sure you needed to hit his that many times before he died?"
Merlin looked up with a grin
"Well, you never know!" Merlin was ecstatic: Arthur had survived
and he would not have to die alone in a tree! It was a bizarre
fate, sure, one that would have made the lizard proud had the
pain of death not been so fresh in his mind from the last life.
The battle drew to an end quickly as the rebels saw their leader
dead. The sky had grown increasing dark and the air pressure was
causing every head to hurt.
"Let’s... let’s rest here. Let's go back tomorrow."
Arthur called through his pounding headache.
Merlin couldn't sleep. He was on the verge of drifting off but
every time he was robbed of the bliss. He turned and twisted on
his mat until he bolted upright in realisation. He had to climb
a tree.
He ran through the forest trying to find the tree he was to
climb. He understood now- it wasn't that he was to die on that
tree, but it would be from that tree that the Lizards above
would be able to contact him. He saw a pine tree, tall and
proud, disappearing into the murky clouds above. Merlin climbed.
His fingers bled, sweat rolled into his eyes but he kept
climbing. When he reached beyond the cloud layer he came face to
face with his brethren.
"What have you done, Terra Stelio? Time has been changed and you
are the cause of such!" Merlin terrified. He knew what he had
done was wrong but he did not truly know the consequences of
such. He swallowed his fears and faced up to the Lizards.
"I was tired of dying alone. Why could I have not had just one
chance to have a happy ending? I know that ion all of this, I
have outlived anyone I have called my frie3nd; I have out lived
all but my enemies. For once I just want a happy ending where I
can die in peace with a friend by my side. I know I could stay
up in the mother land but it can never be the same as the
vibrant life that resides over this land. Just once, please- let
me control my life."
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Re: A History of Bournemouthshire (Camp NaNo 04/14)
By: Kiera Pearson Date: April 3, 2014, 4:39 am
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I've spell checked it Rita, it is safe now
The lounge of lizards turned and muttered to each other but
turning back to respond.
"Terra Stelio, we have come to the conclusion that-"
"What you have is unacceptable and should be punished! Terra
Stelio has defied every rule and statue that we have in place
for those of our races who live on the Earth." Shouted a
phoenix, the whole myth had appeared.
"Well it's not as if Terra Stelio had changed the fate of a
human massively." Merlin's eyes grew wide.
"I saved Arthur's life. I'd say that's drastically changing a
human's life. I mean that doesn't help my case but it's still
drastically changing a human' life. You know, but prolonging it
beyond the fated time." The lead phoenix laughed.
"How foolish of you, Terra Stelio, that you cannot see a fated
enemy when they are presented to you. Arthur is one of us- a
phoenix Risenden. One of the two phoenixes that reside on you
Earth." Merlin stepped back as much as he could (being in a tree
does limit those actions)
"Arthur... is a phoenix? An enemy? YOU PLACED ME WITH A PHOENIX?
YOU MADE MY FATE TO BETRAY MY PEOPLE?"
"Terra Stelio, we do not make your fate, just know it
beforehand. We do not know of who would even have the power to
create destiny," The lizard consoled. "We had decided before
the... fiery scum arrived that we were to wrench apart a part of
time to create a timeline where you can have your changed fate."
The phoenixes were outraged
"You cannot let the fate changer to have its way! There must be
repussions for such and act! Terra Stelio must be punished!" The
Lizards turned to each other again to discuss what punishment
they could inflict upon Terra Stelio. They were there for almost
5 minutes. Merlin become restless and the Phoenixes ruffled
their bright orange feathers.
"We have reached a decision. Terra Stelio can have this time
line but from this life forwards Terra Stelio will not be able
to access their memories or the lounge. Terra Stelio will be
forced to wander the Earth without knowing who they are. Terra
Stelio will not be reunited with Risenden until a millennium has
passed. Neither will remember the other. They will fight as they
have done in their past lives. Your memories cannot be returned
until such a time that you can face up to your crime and fix
what you have done. Do you accept your punishment?" Merlin
gulped, this would mean only one lifetime of happiness and no
more going back to the lounge between lives.
"I.... I accept." Merlin responded hesitantly. The Myth seemed
pleased at this outcome. Merlin scrambled out of the tree,
knowing he would never see his true family until he was ready to
give up his happiness but was still happy he managed to at least
have one happy life time with Arthur. The clouds blew over and
Merlin returned to the camp in the first few hours at the start
of dawn.
"Where have you been? I nearly woke a search party!" Arthur
greeted Merlin. Merlin broke into a large grin.
"Oh, just arranging your survival in this life with my people.
And yours." Arthur's face contorted in to one of utter
confusion.
"What? Speak sense, Merlin!" Merlin smirked.
"So when were you planning on telling me you were part of an
ancient race of fire birds? You actually belong to a myth?"
Arthur's face dropped into one of fear.
"How... how do you know that?"
"Pff, Talent." Arthur deadpanned at Merlin's antics. "Oh ok, I'm
actually from a reptilian race that lives in lounge that serves
the strangest drink that gives you energy and headaches which
observes this planet much like a child with a doll house."
".....So that's why you're so weird!" Arthur exclaimed.
"No hard feelings, you know- our races being totally and utterly
beyond becoming anything near simpatico?" Arthur laughed
"Well, I do hate you but that's why we're friends." Merlin
smiled. He had made the right decision. He thought.
***
"Where do you think you're going?" Merlin twirled around to come
face to face the king of Albion
"Umm... to find the rings?" Arthur reached into his pocket and
handed a small box to Merlin.
"I took them. I knew you would lose them in your pig sty of a
room." Merlin took them gratefully.
"It's organised chaos. I know my way around it perfectly. You
taking them only added to my worry and so I had to unearth the
whole system." Arthur shot Merlin a look. "Oh, ok Thank you your
majesty for finding the rings and looking after them for me
because I am the most incompetent best man ever."
"That's more like it. Now, we need to get to the chapel or
Gwenivere will arrive before us. Talk about awkward." Merlin
raised his eyebrows at his friend and they headed to the stone
chapel of Camelot.
Throughout the entire ceremony, Merlin didn't pay much attention
to the ins and outs and pernickety details, opting to instead
=trying to make Gunivere's small flower girls laugh really
loudly at inappropriate times by making stupid faces at them. He
made sure that if they didn't he would make them feel guilty.
Arthur nudged Merlin in the side rather sharply after her
succeeded for the fifth time. After the vows had been taken and
Arthur's wife crowned queen of Camelot, the party began.
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