Chapter 1
Shira closed her eyes. She took another deep breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly, trying to let go of the anger she felt to her very core. Dare she open her eyes again. But she knew she had to.
Paved streets, tall buildings, one after another, in perfect rows, people walking quickly, purposefully, their heads down, talking to themselves...or were they? they were holding little objects in their hands...were they talking to those small objects? Or they were taping with their fingers on those small objects, not watching where they were going...not that they could see her. She was there...amongst them but not in corporeal form. Shira was but a ghost to them...if they could actually see her.
But they couldn't...could they? Because they didn't have magic! The anger started to boil to the surface again.
She had gone everywhere, in every corner of this country now called Great Britain. It was the future, in the year 2012... And magic was no more! She had looked from city to city, in every regions of what was supposed to be the great Albion that had been prophesied.
Shira briefly had had some hope in the city of Cardiff, where she had seen some people gathered together, with strange equipment around a few young men. They were dressed somewhat what resembled her time with chainmail, and capes and had swords. When she had heard a blond one scream "Meerrlin", it had caught her attention. And she watched for a bit as a raven haired young man ran clumsily towards the blond one. She quickly realized that they were "acting". So they were telling the story of the great King Arthur and of the greatest sorcerer to ever walk this earth, but it was a only as a tale, a legend, a story written to entertain! Ahh if only they knew...what really had happened so many years ago. But for Shira it was "what was to happen" for in her time, Albion had yet to be united.
That young man, he did remind her somewhat of Emrys...Emrys! Anger rising again. She once again calmed herself down.
It was HIS fault that magic did not have a place in the future! Oh, he would help King Arthur to unite Albion and return magic to the kingdom...but the damage had already been done... Well it wasn't really all of Emrys' fault. She just needed to blame someone, someone that was still alive.
No, to be just, it was Uther Pendragon's fault. He was the one that started the downfall of magic. By ridding himself of all the ones that possessed magic, he had severely reduced the chance of having people born of magic of the old religion. And the ones that could of had an affinity for magic had learned to distrust magic with all of the stories of the Great Purge. With the fear of never knowing whether the next king would hate magic, why would anyone pursue it.
And then there was Emrys...the last one of their kind. He would lead a life of a hermit...never marrying and having children. Surely he could of had some time for it. Protecting a kingdom was not a day and night, everyday affair, was it? NO it was his responsability! And Shira would make sure of it! To hell with Albion. What was the point of a united Albion if magic was no more. What would her life be if she didn't have magic. Walking like a drone, talking to an instrument, not acknowledging the world around them.
She sighed heavily. It was time to go back and fix this. She would take it upon herself to return magic...her way! And Emrys would just have to deal with it!
"besendan lætsum þæsgréot bearhtmhwíl"
(Send backward the sands of time)