The storm finished almost as quickly as it started. Leaping caused sudden monsoons that left the surrounding countryside soaking wet and gleaming. I felt the wave of nausea hit me, the feeling of having ones stomach contents put on display is never a nice one. The two men and two women who jumped with me didn't fair any different, supernaturals faired the same as normal humans when it came to lay leaping.
They were on their knees, turning their insides out. After the feelings of sickness left we fixed our cloths and belongings and left, walking down a worn dirt path. About an hour later I heard the sound of horses hooves. We on running towards the sound.
A mile farther down the path we met the traveling party. We had reached for our weapons, but when we saw who the horses belonged to. A tall young man who looked to be about twenty sat in the saddle of a great horse, beside him a young man with black hair and big ears sat on a horse of the same breed. My party saw them, and started walking towards them. They in turn dismounted, and started walking towards us. Hands on weapons we finally met somewhere in the middle. Suddenly both of us grinned and embraced.
"Arthur how long has it been?" we pulled away.
"To long my friend." the Prince of Camelot and I broke away.
"We came when you called, what is so important that you call me from my exile." Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot had banished me when he found out about my two-naturedness and druidic magic and powers. The only reason he didn't kill me was because of the loyal service I had rendered, and the several times I had saved Arthur's life. But now Arthur had sent word through one of my contacts asking for my assistance. The situation must have been dire. He looked pained,
"It's Morgana, she and Morgaues have raised an army, and overran Camelot." he took a deep breath. "They have taken my father prisoner." I turned and signaled the rest of my party to do the same, and we started to walk away. Arthur must of been mad asking me to help rescue his father. Uther had banished me, sent me away in shame, dragged my reputation and my name through the mud. I hated him, he was blinded by his hatred for magic the old hypocrite. The world would be better off without him. My group started walking away. By walking I mean a gallop that the two horses would have been hard put to copy.