Alianor and I had stopped for a quick break from our search for the White Stag, we still had a few hours of night before the sun would come up and we would have to get some sleep. While we had stopped, I decided that I wanted to look at the book of magic that we had to double-check the facts we had on the stag. However, I was having some troubles getting the book out of my bag, that darn blanket was in the way, and the book kept getting tangled in the blanket. This was getting very frustrating; every time I thought I had the book the edges would get caught on a different part of the blanket. Right as I decided that I might as well give up I heard Alianor's voice in my head, not a unique occurrence; Alianor has a particular gift of magic: telepathy, allows her not only to read minds, but also to supplement them with her own thoughts, to communicate through minds, not a power she uses often seeing as most normal people are used to hearing voices in their heads. Get up slowly and look across to the next hill. The Stag is here. As soon as I heard Alianor tell me this I gracefully and silently, as to not scare away the creature, stood up and turned around, cursing myself for not noticing the shift in magic near the creature. As I saw the white stag I could not help but let as small gasp escape my lips. This creature was simply amazing; it had an aura that screamed that it was otherworldly, which it just might be since it was made from magic itself. It was staring up at the moon, almost glowing, this is a picture moment of magic, this was one of those moments that proved that not all magic was evil, that not all magic was used for self gain.
Isn't it beautiful? Those were the unspoken words between the two of us, hanging by the thread that Alianor had established. I simple nodded, very much aware that the joy was even seeping into my eyes, visible to Alianor. For a few moments we stood there, simply admiring the beauty of the scene before us, the beauty of the magic in front of us. I suppose we shouldn't have let the magic absorb us as much as we did, because we didn't even notice the noises around us, noises that should have never been this deep in the forest. We only noticed the voices of multiple men, and what I assumed to be their horses, when the amazing creature in front of us was startled, running away from the spot it had been in only seconds previously. I was internally cursing at myself for being memorized so easily, for not noticing the nine men that were now before us. We now had two main options: we could run, in which case the men would obviously chase after us I doubted that we would be able to get away even in these woods; or we could stay and fight. I am normally the type of person who avoids fighting when I was able to, normally breaking up fights that Alianor sparked, but this time I was very willing to fight, we had been in the woods for over two weeks looking for the creature that these men had just moments before scared away, it was their fault and I was angry enough to fight them for that reasoning.
I met Alianor's sapphire eyes, seeing that she had come to the same decision that I had, Stay and fight. I noticed her grinning as she pulled out her sword, which looked like it was glowing, sparking with a golden fire. I went ahead and pulled out my wonderful daggers, which shimmering a deep blue, much unlike Alianor's flaming sword. As I slid my feet into a fighting, noticing how Alianor raised her hands up, as if to put her hair back, before she frowned and got into her own fighting stance, glamour's always annoyed her and it was showing through again. As I started to look closer at the men in front of me, I noticed the emblem of a rearing golden dragon emblazoned on each of their chests, meaning they were knights of Camelot. Camelot really was an amazing place, I know that Alianor loved it there also, but it really wasn't exactly a safe haven for the two of us, not when magic had a death penalty. A blonde man, with crystal blue eyes, stepped to the front of the line of men, lowering his own sword slightly, examining us. I glanced over at Alianor, I recognized the look in her eyes, and she was taking a peek into this young man's thoughts, digging deeper than what the surface could tell a person. I noticed a look of shock cross over Alianor's face, before she quickly concealed it, and sent me a message internally, that man is Prince Arthur, heir to the throne of Camelot. This news shocked me to the very core, my eyes widened, why in the name of magic was the prince of Camelot wondering around the wood, at night this deep into the forest. To be this far into the forest he would have had to be traveling for a while, while I didn't know why he would be here, but the facts are that he was and whatever his reason was it could not be a good thing. The prince spoke to us, making sure that we were both in the middle of his field of vision and that his eyes and face were both completely unreadable, hinting at nothing,
"Who are you, and why do you draw weapons on knights of Camelot?" This man sounded like a real prat.