Holding Onto Hope
Artie sighed. It was a dreary day in Far, Far Away and it was raining. But he had more important things on his mind. He was becoming twenty one in a few weeks and he was worried. It would make him official ruler of the kingdom. Right now he was just a prince learning how to rule from his Aunt Lillian.
"You okay Artie? You seem nervous for somebody who's turning twenty one in a few weeks." Lillian said to him. She along with Fiona were already planning the party.. But Artie wasn't sure if he could rule the kingdom or strong enough to try.
But somebody had snuck into the castle and pretended to be one of Artie's man servants. They'd slipped something into Artie's goblet at dinner that night.
"This should be fun! Soon the kingdom will be mine and that foolish little Pendragon brat will be dead, out of the way!" he thought.....
At dinner Lillian noticed Artie was quiet as he ate. She wondered if it was to do with his birthday or about ruling the kingdom. She'd a feeling he thought he would be ruling alone..
But the manservant smiled seeing Artie drink from the goblet on the table. It was the one he'd tainted with magic. Things were going according to plan.
Artie then felt odd as he was in his room because he didn't feel so good as he fainted onto his bed.
Lillian ran in worried hearing that.
"Artie?
Can you hear me?" she asked softly putting him in bed.......