***I am not the most faithful writer, so I apologize to those of you who wait for updates, I admire you! I noticed I kind of flip-flopped in the story about her age and how long they had dated. To set it straight, Elle is seventeen, Will is eighteen, they have been dating for about two weeks. Though, powers of darkness and reincarnations tend to bring people closer together. J Anyways, love you guys and keep on with the coolness.
Will and I walked through the screen door into the kitchen.
"… And so Ellie dashed up and got that sword your father borrowed, which really led to that defeat of evil in the ravine. The storm, the disturbance by Marco at her school, the dissipation of Jen and Will's relationship were all Marco's and the powers of darkness' doing."
Great. My mother and father were leaning over the countertop towards Geoff who was perched on a stool. Their eyes were wide with excitement, like they always got when they told this story. They wouldn't have been more proud of me if I'd been a Nobel laureate.
They stared Geoff waiting for his reaction, I figured it was a good time to interject.
"Hi, Mom, Dad, Geoff. Can I talk with you guys for a second?" I asked.
Geoff spun around, his eyes darting between Will and I.
He shook his head as if to rid himself from some crazy thought, perhaps the thought his sister was the Lady of the Lake. He straightened his glasses and really studied the two of us.
"Whoa." Was all Geoff said. Slowly he began smiling.
"My sister, hater of all medievalness and sorcery, disser of Dungeons and Dragons, has the hots for King Arthur. Gawd, I love irony." He exclaimed, thoroughly amused. I felt my cheeks get hot and heard Will laughing beside me.
"Shall we move this conversation to a more comfortable venue, perhaps the living room?" My mother suggested.
"Before we go, coffee anyone? Will? Ellie?"
"Please." Will and I replied at the same time. He looked at me and grinned. My brother hopped off the stool and I realized that I was now officially taller than him. Hah!
My father looked exhausted, but happy to see Geoff home. He rumpled my brother's hair fatherly before heading to the couches.
My mother dug around in the cabinets for some mugs, while rested my head on my hand, Will softly stroked
my hair, sitting on the stool beside mine. I looked at him and gave him a weary, tired, lopsided smile.
"Mr. Morton should be here any second." My mother called from the pantry.
I rolled my eyes and gave an annoyed humph. I didn't know why Will lived with us and Morton didn't, seeing as he practically spent all his free time over here talking with my parents, Will, and even occasionally me.
My mother gave me a chastising look as she poured black coffee into the mugs and slid them to us, along with sugar and cream. I scooped up a mound of sugar and placed it in my cup without any cream.
Will and I took the loveseat in the living room, Geoff on the leather couch, my mother in the brocade chair, and my father in his favorite seat: the leather wingback.
"So let me get this straight," Geoff started off, looking at Will. "You have two friends: Lance a.k.a Lancelot and Jen a.k.a Guinevere. You dated Jen, but then she fell in love with Lance and now they're together." Will nodded, it had ceased to be a touchy subject with him.
Geoff continued. "You have a creepy half brother, Marco a.k.a Mordred, vessel of the powers of darkness or a.k.a Evil. His father died in a battle on your father's orders. And you are the captain of a football team, the Knights, have a dog, a faithful steed named Cavalier and a boat called Pride Winn."
Will confirmed all of that with a nod. I would slug my brother if he said "a.k.a" one more time, and if the "Powers of Darkness" are mentioned again I will commit myself. I felt Will squeeze my hand comfortingly.
"Dude… that is by far the most warlockin' cool thing I have ever heard of. So you're really him then. You actually stopped a gun with a sword, bestowed to you by my grumpy, floating sister?" I glared at Geoff. "I mean, excusez-moi, Lady of the Lake." He replied, sloppily curtseying. I rolled my eyes and laughed.
"Yeah, I did." Will said with a smile.
Geoff started talking to himself, a habit years ago had tried to be cured. "It seems to be a generational reincarnation… the family lineage the same as it was a millenium ago. Elaine as Lady of the Lake… Merlin… no, not Merlin… Geoffrey of Monmouth… yes, yes GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH!" Geoff yelled and leaped from his chair, bright-eyed.
My mother sat back in her chair, startled, with her hand to her chest. My father looked at his empty mug, probably wishing there was something strong in there. Will seemed disturbed a little, as well, by Geoff's outburst.
I was the only one who remained collected, wary. I knew that gleam in his eye, something had sparked an idea in his mind. Oh no…
"Don't you get it, I'm reincarnated too!"
"Oh no, Geoffrey. Don't start with this…" I started to say as I got up.
"I'm Geoffrey Monmouth's reincarnation. It explains the feeling I started getting about coming home and wanting to write. How much ya wanna bet Geoffrey Chaucer was a reincarnation of this guy too!" Geoff looked around for support. I slumped back down, and buried my head into Will's shoulder. My mom sucked in her breath and my father went to get more coffee.
"Just let sink in, it's got to be true." Geoff said more quietly. "I knew my feelings weren't for nothing."
"I know what you mean. About the feelings." Willl offered for support.
Geoff grinned back at him like a co-conspirator.
"Oh dear." My mother said quietly, and as she did the doorbell rang.