Legacy 109: Witches of Camelot
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In a forest during the early morning hours, a lone horseman raced through the trees on a white steed. Dressed in chainmail and a dark blue cloak, the rider looked over his shoulder and saw a dart of light fly past his face and combust against a tree. A group of five dark horsemen was chasing him, all riding black horses. They once again raised their hands and fired darts of light, though the rider skillfully evaded them between the trees.
The rider reached the end of forest and started to cross a large plain as the sun began to rise. In the distance, a beautiful castle stood at the foot of a large mountain. The rider yelled at his horse to hurry as his pursuers came closer. The chase continued until finally a light dart pierced the hind leg of the white steed. The horse whinnied in pain as it reared, causing the rider to fall in the grass. The steed ran off and later collapsed to the ground.
The five dark riders started circling the rider in the blue cloak as he got up. The cloaked figure removed his cloak, revealing he looked identical to Wyatt Halliwell. He drew a sword that glistened in the sun, causing the riders to back off intimidated.
"You wanted me, demons." The rider said. "Well, here I am."
One of the demons threw a dart of light and rider raised his sword, deflecting it to one of the other demons. He screamed as he fell off his horse and exploded in flames. The rider then threw his sword and impaled another demon, who also exploded. He rolled over the ground to evade more darts and held out his hand. The sword trembled and magically flew back in his hand. As the rider swung it with both hands, a wave of energy was released, knocking the remaining three demons off their horses. He proceeded to vanquish two more demons and raised his sword to the last one.
"Tell your mistress she'll have to do better if she wants to kill me." The rider said. "Camelot will never fall to her dark magic. I shall defend it until my final breath."
The demon nodded and disappeared in a fading manner. The rider smirked as he sheeted his sword and started walking toward the castle. Unknown to him, he was watched from a tree by a black crow. It crowed and flew off.
Eventually, the crow reached the balcony of a dark castle in the mountains. It landed and became surrounded in a swirl of ashes, forming into a beautiful and pale young woman with long black hair. She wore a green dressed that matched her bright green eyes.
"If that is the case, King Arthur." The woman stated. "Then you will burn along with your castle."
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Wyatt Halliwell sprang up in bed as he awakened from his dream. He could not believe how life-like it had been, like he had actually experienced it. He could practically feel the sword in his hand.
Disoriented, Wyatt looked around and saw he was in a bedroom that had gotten familiar to him over the last few weeks. Dylan was still sleeping besides him. Wyatt smiled contentedly and got out of bed, looking for his clothes. The time he had been spending with Dylan felt amazing, like something he had never experienced before. However, each time he left, he felt guilty for keeping it a secret.
It was not yet time to tell his family. He had only just started to figure out for himself what all of this meant. He wanted to enjoy this time and not share it yet. Or was he secretly scared of how his family would react to him dating a guy? It would certainly be a shock.
"Good morning." Dylan said as he yawned and rolled over. "Getting dressed already?"
"I figured I'd get some breakfast." Wyatt replied. "And coffee."
"Coffee sounds amazing." Dylan said.
"Did you sleep alright?" Wyatt asked as he sat down to put on his shoes.
"After last night?" Dylan asked with a suggestive smile. "What do you think?"
"Good to know." Wyatt replied. "I had this really weird dream, though."
"Want to tell me about it?" Dylan asked as he sat up.
"No, it's nothing. Besides, I'd rather to something else." Wyatt replied.
Wyatt leaned in and kissed him. Dylan smiled and kissed him back, though Wyatt sensed a little hesitation. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's nothing." Dylan said quickly. "We should go out for breakfast. I'll get dressed."
Dylan quickly got out of bed and started to get dressed. Wyatt was still confused on what had just happened. "Something you want to talk about?"
"Not really." Dylan replied.
"I can tell something is wrong." Wyatt said.
"This is not the right time." Dylan replied. "Besides, I don't want to pressure you."
"Oh." Wyatt replied as he suddenly realized what Dylan meant. As much as Wyatt enjoyed their get-togethers, he understood it must feel different for him.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." Dylan said.
"It's fine. I get it." Wyatt replied.
"I just mean… coming out is something everyone should do on their own time." Dylan said nervously. "I don't want to push you… But all we do is come here and do what we did last night."
"We've gone out." Wyatt said with a frown.
"Getting a pizza and seeing a movie is not really a date." Dylan argued. "When we're in public, it's like we're just friends. I know it's new for you, but for me it's taking a step back."
"I'm sorry." Wyatt said.
"No, please don't apologize." Dylan said. "This is exactly why I didn't want to discuss it. I don't want you to feel bad. Maybe I'm expecting too much, we've only been seeing each other for a few weeks."
"So what do we do now?" Wyatt asked.
"I don't know. I don't want to force the issue." Dylan said. "I don't want you to do something you'll regret."
"What do you mean?" Wyatt asked confused.
"Look, I want to keep seeing you." Dylan replied. "But I want to be able to hold hands in public, meet your family. I just don't think you're ready for that."
"I wish we could just forget the outside world." Wyatt admitted.
"Me too." Dylan said. "But that's not possible."
"So what do you want to do?" Wyatt asked.
"We take some time to think." Dylan replied. "I got a repair waiting at the garage, can I take a rain check for breakfast?"
"Of course." Wyatt said.
Dylan smiled faintly before heading to the bathroom. Wyatt sighed as he continued to button up his shirt and disappeared in a column of orbs. He needed to think about how he was going to handle this. Dylan had a point, they could not keep sneaking around. However, Wyatt was worried about telling his family. He wanted to, but he had no idea how they would react. And once he told them, there was no going back.
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Chris Halliwell returned home to the Halliwell Manor after a night shift in the hospital, still dressed in his scrubs. Feeling a bit hungry, he headed to the kitchen and found his cousin Henry eating breakfast by the counter. He was wearing in sweatpants and a t-shirt, with a sleepy head.
"Shouldn't you be at school?" Chris asked confused as he grabbed some cereal.
"Uh, I know night shifts mess with your system a little, but it's Saturday." Henry remarked.
"Right, sorry." Chris replied as he sat down. "I'm a little exhausted. Got any plans today?"
"Not really." Henry said casually.
"What about that girl you've been seeing?" Chris asked.
"She's gone to some rock festival for the weekend." Henry replied.
"Didn't you want to go?" Chris asked.
"I did, but my parents are still pissed over the whole Goblin thing." Henry replied with an eye roll. "I'm on house arrest."
"Why? You stopped them and saved innocents." Chris said.
"Yeah, they were more obsessed with the underage drinking at the party." Henry explained. "They only allowed me to stay because we stopped the Goblins. Otherwise, they would have shipped me out to LA in a heartbeat."
"Well, at least you managed to solve the situation without exposing magic." Chris said. "How is that possessed kid doing?"
"Still in the psych ward, but he's doing better. Last I heard, his parents decided to move to give him a fresh start." Henry explained.
"Probably for the best." Chris replied.
"Yeah." Henry said vacantly. "What about you, plans for the weekend?"
"After some much needed sleep you mean?" Chris asked. "I don't know, I guess I'm looking forward to a quiet weekend without any trouble or magic."
"Wait!" Henry called out. "Chris Halliwell not wanting magic? You're obviously possessed. But please don't be, we've had enough possessions for this year."
"Fine, mock me." Chris replied annoyed. "It has been pointed out to me that I can be a little obsessive and I'm trying to change that."
"That's an understatement." Henry remarked.
"Whatever, I am going to take a shower and then I'm going to bed." Chris said.
Chris quickly finished his cereal and headed upstairs. As he walked up the step, he realized he was more tired than he thought. His vision became a bit blurry and he became disoriented. As he reached the second floor, he leaned against the wall and suddenly everything went dark.
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Chris walked through a long dark hallway lit by torches. However, with each step he took, he realized he was not in control. He was dressed in what appeared to be a chainmail. He stopped at a heavy wooden door and opened it. He entered a medieval-looking bedroom and found a beautiful woman sitting on the bed. She had long brown hair and olive skin, dressed in a deep red dress. Chris recognized her as the woman he had loved in another lifetime, though he had only seen her in a memory. Her name was Bianca.
"My love, finally you have returned." Bianca said as she walked over to him and placed a hand on his chest, moving in close.
"What are you doing here, my lady?" Chris asked as he created some distance between them. "You shouldn't be here. The king would…"
"I don't care about the king." Bianca replied defiantly. "You are the one I truly love, you know that."
"The king is like a brother to me." Chris said feeling guilty. "I owe him a great debt and my loyalty, as do you."
"I never loved him." The woman said. "I was only meant to marry him because the marriage was arranged by our parents. You are the one who stole my heart."
Chris smiled as he ran his hand down her beautiful face. He wrapped his hand around her waist and kissed her passionately. Bianca helped him get out of his chainmail as they moved toward the bed, never stopping their kiss. They fell down on the bed, though Chris hesitated.
"I can't." Chris said as he pulled away.
"Don't you love me?" Bianca asked as she sat up.
"Of course I do, Guinevere." Chris replied as he stood up and started getting dressed again. "And I want to be with you, but I won't go behind the king's back."
"Then what will you do?" Bianca asked concerned.
"I will tell the king the truth." Chris replied. "He will respect the love we share."
"He won't accept it." Bianca said as she tried to stop him. "He is your friend, but he will always be king first. His duty to the kingdom will always be more important. Please Lancelot, don't do this."
"I must. I cannot be with you in secret." Chris said determined. "I will fight for our love, but I will do it the honorable way. I am a knight of the round table, I cannot forsake those vows."
"No, wait." Bianca called after him as he started to leave.
Without listening, Chris walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. The king was his oldest and most trusted friend, surely he would understand. His love for Guinevere was worth risking everything for, even that friendship. Arthur would want them both to be happy.
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Chris frowned when he woke up and found himself lying on his bed, still dressed in his scrubs. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there, since the last thing he remembered was walking up the stairs and blacking out.
"What the hell is going on?" Chris asked himself.
The dream he had was so realistic, as if it was a recent memory. He remembered seeing the mysterious Bianca from another timeline, but she had a different name, Guinevere. His name had been Lancelot. Could it be possible? As a kid, the legends of King Arthur were his favorite stories. He wondered if he was just dreaming, or if his subconscious was trying to tell him something.
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Across town, Prue Halliwell sat at a table on the terrace of a café. Although she enjoyed the soft breeze and the morning sun, she impatiently looked around and kept checking her phone. He was late. What was the point of asking someone out on a breakfast date if you're not going to show up on time? She was about to leave when she suddenly noticed a stream of orbs descending behind a green hedge. A moment later Noah showed up wearing a white buttoned shirt and jeans.
"You're late." Prue remarked as he sat down.
"I'm so sorry." Noah replied. "One of my charges had an emergency."
"Everything okay?" Prue asked.
"Oh, yeah, she's fine." Noah said. "I can't really talk about it, you know, Whitelighter rules."
"It's okay, I understand." Prue replied. "Shall we order?"
"Of course." Noah replied. "You look beautiful, by the way."
"Thank you." Prue said with a smile.
A waitress arrived and they both ordered. When she left, Noah smiled and took her hand. "I'm glad you agreed to this date."
"I figured we have a lot to talk about." Prue said. "You still owe me an explanation."
"You're really not letting this go, are you?" Noah replied with an awkward laugh.
"I just found out you've been lying to me the entire time." Prue said. "Then you spent weeks avoiding me. I figured you asked me here to we could finally talk about it."
"I just wanted to see you." Noah replied. "But you're right, you deserve to know the truth."
Noah was about to start talking when the waitress returned with their drinks. At the same time, Prue noticed Noah frowning and looking up at the sky, which could only mean one thing.
"Oh no." Prue said annoyed. "You're not ditching me for a stupid jingle from the Elders."
"I'm sorry. They say it's an emergency." Noah replied.
Noah gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried off. Prue sighed and took a sip of her orange juice. She knew she should have never fallen for a Whitelighter, especially one who kept this many secrets. She was about to get up when her phone went off. She saw it was a message from Wyatt, telling her they needed to talk in private.
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