THURSDAY, THURSDAY

Prologue – We all wish

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(Arthur's POV)

We have always wished at one point that we could go back and do things differently.

A farmer would go back to make sure he never broke his ankle out in the fields that cost him his job and independence.

A knight would go back to see the birth of his young wife's first son instead of drinking and gambling the night away in a tavern with his friends.

An innocent child would go back to save her dog from running into the way of a horses' stampede that was of her doing.

A criminal would go back as far as his childhood to save himself from murdering his father and costing himself a lifetime in guilty chains.

A king would go back 20 years so stop magic tampering with life and death, resulting in the miraculous birth in a baby boy, and the tragic death of a gentle queen.

What we don't realise is that even something as small as a blink of an eye that wasn't meant to be, can change the course fate had planned, and for the worst.

~~TT~~…

The air was tense.

The space was limited.

The ground felt unstable.

The silence was deafening.

The smell was unbearable.

The darkness was blinding.

The whole world had stopped.

The only life left on earth was right here. At least, that's what it felt like.

This all seemed too familiar and yet, this had never been before. Certain of it.

The tension, the limitation, the instability, the silence, the darkness, the disability of motivation in the world's turning… this all greeted me like an old friend yet still felt like a stranger's first touch. A slap in the face. A crack in a frozen lake. A lover's betrayal… A friend's death.

All the things that should be feared in life yet aren't ever expected to happen; they have to happen to somebody else. Just never to you.

So this is where I was, once again staring into death's cold, ugly face, while everyone else turned away.

White particles hung in the air around us like fog, old wood creaked threatening to collapse, the rising sun beamed through the boarded up windows, highlighting red. How can anyone forget this scene?

Twenty-Two of my strongest guards surrounded the outside (at least I hope so), five of my most trusted knights inside with me and my two loyal servants by my side, witnessing the same as I.

A spark went out somewhere in the confined space, sending a chain of fire travelling quickly across the air leading to the end of the line. The end of the road.

All the present life in the area could only watch as the world changed from white to red, and feel as the cold early morning air changed to agonising heat.

This was not the end, I thought to myself. This is the beginning of the end, the beginning of the beginning of the end. I knew what would happen, yet it was new every time. I won't remember tomorrow. And the same word always came out, surrounded by screams. As if it would do any good.

"Noooooooooooooo!"

The explosion rung out throughout the whole of the kingdom, was how the event was told.

It would be the greatest tragedy in Camelot since my mother's death. If the day didn't always stop there.

The death of Twenty-nine brave men (including myself) and one innocent girl.

All because of a wish, a wish I made. And it was granted.

Guess what it was.

~~TT~~…

We have always wished at some point that we could go back and do it all differently. Ever had a sense of déjà vu? You're trapped in Hell. Get out.

If you haven't… You have no idea how lucky you are.