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Chapter 21: Where's The Plot?

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Mary, is a very observant child.

At seven years old she had asked her mother about the strange things she sees hanging about people. Wisps and shapes drawn across their skin and hanging in the air around them. Some people had more than others and they would make shapes that looked like words she could read, but never say.

Her mother tells her to never tell anyone about what she sees.

When she was nine, she was taught about the magic she possessed. Passed from mother to daughter. She saw life, destiny and magic scrawled across people as if they were words on paper. The words she could never say were the true names and destinies of people. Knowing their name showed you exactly who they were through all of their life.

When she was eleven she had seen Prince Arthur and the Lady Morgana. Beautiful red and green strewn across them in a majestic tapestry. The Prince's royal crimson was neat and flowing, creating a stream of words for the large destiny upon him. The Lady Morgana's emerald was the largest she had ever seen up to that point. Beautiful sprawling lines in shapes and designs she could not describe; her name and destiny swirling and shifting from something terrible to beautiful and back mesmerized her.

It was nothing compared to when she saw Him.

At thirteen years old she had many things to worry about, especially with the recent plague that had passed through Camelot taking her father's life. It was one day when she was out getting water at the well, when she saw Him. Walking up the road chatting happily with a dark haired man with a tragic destiny written upon him was the brightest person she knew she would ever see.

Dark hair, big ears, and plain clothes; He looked rather ordinary. What gave Him away was the Gold. Flying in the air around Him was liquid streaks of gold. It danced and grew out of everything He touched. It flowed from the air and the ground, wrapping around Him and sliding across His skin like water. Designs of so many shapes floated in and out of existence and His name branded Him like the sun dawning the new day.

For the first time in her life she realized she could speak a name for it fell from her lips unbidden even as He passed her. Tears welling in her eyes as she understood everything she saw on Him. Her task was forgotten as she rushed home. Bursting through the door into her mother's arms she wept in joy and when asked the only thing she could say that night was His name.

"Emrys."

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Lancelot liked to think of himself as a good man and to be fair he is.

When he stumbled upon a sickly looking young man being chased by a large lion-eagle-thing he wasted no time in jumping to his aid. When the beast had broken his sword and leapt towards his throat he believed his life was over. Imagine his surprise when said beast was blasted away a good thirty yards in an obvious magical feat. Without anytime to process the quick turn of events he had been pulled along into a ditch and quickly muffled by a dirt covered hand.

Together they had hid as the beast raced over them and into the sky because of course it could fly. Stuck in the ditch with a sorcerer he did the only thing he could do at the time.

"Now that's just unfair."

The laughter that filled the air created a bond and before he knew it the two of them, warlock and vagabond were friends. He had stumbled upon the sorcerer Merlin and his life would never be the same. After their near death experience Merlin offered him food and shelter for the night in a place he had only dreamed of before, Camelot.

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Morgana squealed like a little girl.

Of course being the dignified Lady of Camelot meant that she could not even make anything resembling that sound, regardless of what Merlin says. Why would she want to make certain sounds that she could not make, you might want to ask? It was quite simple really, Gwen or to be more accurate Gwen's love life.

Just yesterday she had broken down lamenting her terrible luck in finding a potential love match. As if God was answering her prayers a young man had come striding into the castle next to the prince's stubborn manservant. When Gwen had left to clear any lasting awkwardness with Merlin she had stumbled upon the two in the physician's chambers.

From the moment their eyes met Gwen had been swept off her feet. It didn't help that the man was apparently as taken with her as she was him. He showered her with compliments and went out of his way to see her. The maid in question spent much of their time talking about him and it thrilled her. All of this information had been squeezed out of Gwen and Merlin of course.

There she sat in her room sorting through the bouquets of flowers sent by well wishers and brown nosers alike. Alternating between sorting and having fits of joy. Their gifts for her latest illness barely distracting the Lady of Camelot from her euphoria. Even still with as happy as she was she couldn't help the bad feeling growing in her gut.

She hoped everything turned out for the best, Gwen really needed someone in her life.

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