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Merlin
"Alright my man. This is quarters. Ever played?"
I was vaguely familiar with the game, but understood its only purpose was to make the opposing players more inebriated than oneself.
"I know how it's done."
"Nice." Allen said, slapping my back.
"Let's see what you've got."
I knew for certain that I would not be the fool drinking. If it meant closing my eyes each time I cast a spell to ensure the quarter land in the cup, so be it. I could say it was my way for good luck so no one would see the flash of gold.
"Dallas." Allen motioned him over to the table. "You up to challenge Mathews?"
With a smug expression, Dallas seemed overly confident that he would defeat me.
"If you'd call it a challenge." He said as if the game would be all too easy.
"Woah ha, alright then!" Allen clapped his hands together before taking a step back."Duel it out!"
"Most people just don't get it, but I can tell you do bro."
I nodded. Amused at Dallas' antics. He had unfortunately lost every round we played(sure I had an unbeatable advantage but who says life is fair). His inevitable losing streak left him drunker than a sailor.
His drunken state had left him ranting about the stress football could bestow upon a player. Especially the pressures of a new quarterback eventually ihaving to fill in the shoes of the former star of largely known colleges.
"Us newbies should stick together." Dallas said aggressively slapping my shoulder.
I smirked. "Agreed."
Allen came toward us. With the music playing loudly he leaned toward me before speaking. "Dude, you killed him! He's so wasted I'm surprised he remembers his own name."
Smiling I glanced to Dallas who had passed out with his forehead resting on the arm of the couch.
"I guess the conversations over." I said, with a grin.
"That is never a good idea. Some of the guys are gonna see this, and he'll wake up with a sharpie penis on his forehead."
For a moment I considered waking him, but the thought of all the time I had practically broken my back in labor toward the former King of Camelot had be consider otherwise. It was my job to protect Dallas now, but a harmless prank wouldn't harm anyone.
With a devious smile, I turned to Allen. "Call it a lesson learned in challenging me to quarters. I suppose I'll head out."
With a laugh, Allen replied. "Later."
With that I headed back to my own dormitory, smiling over the small payback for years of torture I had gone through before.
When I had managed to reach my room at Sorin Hall, I immediately dropped myself in bed exhausted from the long and hard day. Football was truly a force to be reckoned with. With worn muscles and a tired mind only seconds had passed before I fell asleep and began dreaming of her.
I grinned at the sound of her voice. Yvaine sang loudly to a song I recalled from the children's film Sleeping Beauty. She was fascinated by Disney, and I was fond of her child-like heart.
I had been patiently waiting for her to exit the shower and join me on the uncomfortable floor of the old lake-view cabin.
It was one of the many properties of mind isolated from society and the perfect hide-out from what had been after Yvaine to take her life. Her singing had been the happiest I had heard her since the two of us had left abruptly so I could protect her from the Vordordiel- a dark shadow that had been sent to kill her. Somehow whoever had summoned such a dark force knew that in killing her, I would no longer help fulfil the prophecy of the second reign.
The Vordordiel couldn't be killed. The dark shadow would inhabit the body of its' victim and through possession drive a person mad before they eventually killed themselves. There was only one way to destroy such a dark entity, and that was with the bright light of Oria. Legend said a star had fallen long ago inhabiting a light so pure no darkness could survive it.
I knew that for such a dark force to have been summoned, only a powerful sorceress could have conjured it, and I hadn't sensed another soul's magic for an age.
The Vordordiel traveled through mirrors. Mimicking the face of its' victim as they gazed upon themselves which of course would allow the possession to begin . As such I had destroyed every mirror and covered all possibility of reflection in the small cabin of mine.
I didnt know where to find the light, but would stop at nothing to do so. From the moment I had met her I was drawn to her. The connection between us was unbelievable and I realized that if she was near, my magic was stronger than it had ever been. The first spell I had conjured in front of her to light a simple candle had gone terribly wrong. Instead of a small flame that appeared the flame was much like a torch. I had burned the curtains in her room into ash. After a few more disastrous spells like that, I realized Yvaine could enhance my magic somehow, and I would need to concentrate twice as hard.
Later I had even tried to teach her spells wondering if she had magic as well but nothing ever came of it. Still, her nightmares about the Vordordiel had given us a warning of its' arrival and I immediately took her away. Yvaine was at least a seer if nothing else.
I had trusted her from the moment we'd met. Like being close to her was the best place for me. Yvaine was my home. I had been able to admit the truth so quickly to her, and she accepted with little questioning.
The bathroom door opened as she peaked her head through. Her hair was soaked as she shielded her body with the door.
"Merlin would you hand me my bag? Like an idiot I didn't take it in here with me and now I'm left with no clothes to put on"
Immediately turning away, I felt my cheeks burn as I reached for her black duffle bag and walked backwards toward the door with the bag outstretched for her to reach. If there was one thing I would not allow the years to change it was respect for a lady. Women were regarded as an image for sex in this age, and it was something I detested thoroughly.
'Thank you." She said, with that touch of kindness in her voice she had always regarded towards with me.
"You're welcome, darling." I replied, still facing away from her.
"That only sounds good when you say it. I don't know, I guess darling just doesn't seem as fitting unless you have a British accent."
She was speaking through the door before pushing it open, revealing a pair of very small shorts for bed and a tank top that revealed a portion of her abdomen.
I looked away instinctively, swallowing at the sight of so much of her skin. She was too beautiful for her own good, and with so little covering it, I was having a hard time resisting her. I realized that times were different and what she wore now was relatively conservative but some things never change for a person, and this was one of those things for me.
"You don't have to look away, Merlin. I'm not going to change so unless you plan on avoiding eye contact with me 'till the morning, get used to my outfit." Yvaine said flatly.
I smirked as she reached for my hand and pulled me toward the bed. "Come on. I thought I'd stop you from getting the idea you had to sleep on the floor. I can share a bed with you." She laughed to herself before continuing. "I promise not to deflower you during the night."
She laughed with triumph. Realizing her forward words had surprised me, just like she had apparently hoped they would.
"Merlin you make it too easy for me sometimes." She said playfully before continuing. "Don't forget I was raised Catholic, and to be honest it's a pretty beautiful thing to imagine that my whole life I'll only ever be with one man."
I grinned. She had her traditions and didn't let a world so modern change that about her. She bit her lip as though she were embarrassed.
"Not that I'm saying we're going to get married. We've only been together for like a month." She shook her head violently before continuing. "Don't get me wrong I'm so crazy in love with-."
Biting her lip, Yvaine's cheeks became the color of a crimson rose. Her mouth had gotten away with her as it often did when she rambled nervously.
In today's world love was not declared to another as easily as it used to be. Sometimes years would pass before the L word was even spoken. Yet, Yvaine had admitted it plainly. I had known I loved her before we met, but had chosen to give her time. It had gotten harder with each day that passed to keep what I felt inside, and it seemed she was ready to hear it.
Before she had a chance to say or do anything further, I placed my hands upon her face, forcing her to meet my gaze. Yvaine's gray eyes looked directly into mine.
"I love you, Yvaine." I said, before kissing her soft lips.
Aggravated that the noise coming from outside my room and woken me from an amazing dream.
Still, if this dream were another vision I would need to begin further study of the dark force, and diligently research this Light of Oria.
A loud knock turned my the door. Pulling it open, I burst into laughter as Arthur stood before me eith various drawings about his face and neck. One in particular caught my attention more then others was written across his forehead, it read:JAKE'S BITCH in large thick print.
"What happened to you?" I said, trying to keep an appearence that appeared shocked.
"You suck." He said through his teeth.
Shrugging I smiled, trying to hold back another burst of laughs. "I guess you wont underestimate some one at quarters anytime soon."
He shook his head in frustration. Dallas' eyebrows remained furrowed and his mouth in a hard straight line.
"Go ahead, get it out of your system. Laugh your ass off." He'd said annoyed.
I smirked as I spoke. "No, you can hardly notice them."
"I did actually show up here for a purpose outside if making you laugh." He'd said annoyed.
"Alright." I said, trying to compose myself. "What's up?"
"There's a competition next weekend. Call of Duty. We're playing in teams, and the winners get two tickets to a colts game. Seeing as you owe me for the Bitch tattoo, and happen to be good at a lot of stuff, I was hoping you'd be up for it"
I smiled. He was giving me a chance to become friends. I hadn't played any video games but was aware of Call of Duty.
"As long as I get the other ticket."
"You got it." He said shaking my hand.
