Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men, just want to watch the world burn.
-The Dark Knight
Hey people! New Chapter is up. Blame school that's it's so late.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Right Merlin?
Merlin: …
TDW: Hello?
Merlin: Oh, sorry I was saving Arthur's life. Again. And somebody else got credit. Again. And Morgana failed to take Camelot. Again.
TDW: XD
? POV: (Haha! You guys still don't know her name yet! Don't worry, you will soon…)
Tick tock goes the clock
And what now shall we play?
Tick tock goes the clock
Now summer's gone away?
Tick tock goes the clock
And what then shall we see?
Tick tock until the day
That thou shalt marry me
Tick tock goes the clock
All the years they fly
Tick tock and all too soon
You and I must die
Tick tock goes the clock
We laughed at fate and mourned her
Tick tock goes the clock
Even for the Doctor
Tick tock goes the clock
He cradled and he rocked her
Tick tock goes the clock
Even for the Doctor…
The song had long since sung. My mother has been dead and saved inside he Library's computer for a while now. My father and I still keep in touch but for the most part, I was alone. On my adventures though, I had picked up a full time companion. Her name is Nyx, and she's from the planet Domontron, about 47,025,034 light years away from Earth. She looks like what human would describe as a canius lupus, or for those who don't speak Latin, a wolf. But she's way more intelligent than one of those canines, but her species act somewhat like them.
See when she was just a pup, she was the Alpha's pup mind you, I saved her and her pack from destruction. Don't ask how, it would take awhile. Let's just say it involved Darleks, two chickens with red eyes, a death broadcast show, and a very angry king. Long story short, at the end of it all, she went away for a day somewhere and when she came back, she wouldn't leave my side. When I asked where she went or why she wouldn't go away, all I could get out of her was, "It's your future. A great battle will come and you will need someone by your side." And her father obvious knew what she went through and told her that it was her destiny to come with me, so I agreed.
Now I know some of you are going "How did they talk to you?" The Omegians (that's what her kind are called), well they're kind-of like the Ood. They can speak to others through telepathic communications. They have one central hub that allows them this. It's a huge ruby-like gem, about 25 feet tall, shaped like a pyramid. Just before I left, they allowed me to take a small piece and fashion it into a necklace with a silver chain. This still permitted Nyx her communications as long as she stayed in a reasonable proximity on me. No complaints there.
Anyway, Nyx and I were in one of our 'hideouts' in the 1920's somewhere in the middle of nowhere on Earth, Scotland, I think. There was food and water, some Torchwood gadgets, and practice obstacle coarse that change with it each use. We just finished a particular good time, 2 minutes and 38 seconds, and I was trying to repair a machine while Nyx ran the 5-mile track that was also set up. In the 12 years that I have known her, she has never been absent from me for more than 36 hours, and she had become my best friend along the way.
I sighed at my work. It was no use. It would need a new circuit and wires before I could get this up and running. Might as well do something productive in the mean whilst.
"Nyx!" I suddenly felt a pull of energy. She trotted over to me and started stretching her muscles.
"Yah?"
"Do you mind coming with me to visit a mate of mine? I haven't seen his person in a whilst and wanted to say Hi."
She looked at me with knowing eyes. "'Just want to say hi'? Come on, give me some credit. What's up?"
I frowned at her, but my eyes shown with mirth. "Actually, I think it's just a feeling. And you know how my 'feelings' go."
She nodded. "Distress Signal." She licked a paw over her gold and black fur, and wiggled her 5 inch claws (Omegians are considerable bigger than regular wolves on earth. Nyx stands to about my shoulder). We both stood and I set a random coordinate on my vortex manipulator. The signal would probably pull us through the vortex of time to the correct spot. I ran inside the door of our 'house' and to the small bigger–on-the-inside-chest at the foot of my bed. Unlike my dad, I like to be dressed for the occasion. I shuffled through the mountain of clothes of all different eras until one caught my eye. I grinned and stuffed one aqua blue silk dress with silver trim and a deep red and black dress with long, sweeping sleeves into a leather bound bag.
I then looked around and pulled on brown trousers and a black top. I was about to leave when I saw something in the corner of my eye. I turned and there, in the corner half covered by clothes, were leather amour and chain mail. I grinned and went over to it, blowing of the dust. I slipped it on, noticing that it fit perfectly. I jumped out of the chest with the bag in hand, and went over to my dresser. I grabbed my medallion of a High Gallifreyan symbol meaning 'protector', that my dad gave me on my 100th birthday. I also picked up my sonic screwdriver and a couple of electronics that I thought I would need along the way, and also stuffed them in my bag.
I was about to leave and lockdown the place when I remembered my swords. I pulled them onto my back making an X, the blue crimson shining in the dim light. I looked in the mirror and chuckled. If I saw someone like this I would back up slowly and run for the hills.
"Lock up." I told the voice-activated system in Gallifreyan. I sung my door shut and heard the clicks of the locks coming into place, the controls set to isomorphic. I jogged over to Nyx who had been patiently waiting for me under the oak tree, and said excitedly "Let's go!"
"All right!" She barked, dancing on her paws. She pressed her nose to my wrist and with a flash of blue light, we were gone.
(*****HEY I'M A LINE BRAKE! DRAGONS ARE COOL!*****)
We arrived in the middle of a forest. The sun was covered up by dark rain clouds, the opposite from when I was here last. I opened my mouth to talk to Nyx, but before I could, a yell pierced the eerie quite.
A low growl escaped Nyx as she looked at me for a telling of what to do. With two fingers I pointed to the yell and then back at her. Stay quiet and follow me the signal told her.
We ran through the low hanging branches of the spouse trees, making as much sound as shadows. We weren't far so I started to sprint, Nyx following in my wake.
When we reached the sounds of a battlefield, I motioned to Nyx to hold, using the symbol like the human army task force. She slunk behind a bush, so all you could see if you looked closely, were two onyx eyes, peering out of the thimble bush. I smiled; she always liked to surprise her enemies.
I toke a flying leap and flew into a tree, climbing swiftly and silently, up to a branch where I could see what happened below. And when I finally got there, I almost fell out of my tree.
Bandits (So, I've always noticed when Merlin and Arthur and sometimes the knights are in the forest, always bandits come like kids to candy. What's up with that?) were swarming four people at a campsite. And guess who one of those four people was? Yes, you guessed it, Merlin. Well that was… unexpected.
I noticed he hung back from the others, making sure that the other three men in red capes didn't get hurt too badly. He made branches fall (really?), roots ensnare the enemy (seriously?), and make their swords heat up so they drop them (Does Arthur really put all these incidents on luck? HELLO? IS EVERYONE BLIND?). Reminded me of what we did so long ago.
Merlin was focusing on a buff looking, close shaven hair dude, that was currently punching bandit after bandit, without his sword (I saw it 4 inches deep in a tree, 20 feet up. How in the universe did that happen?). I saw cause for concern though. From what I could see, the blonde haired man had only minor cuts, a good-looking, medium long brown haired guy was only limping slightly, but the buff guy had a huge slash on his exposed arm. Merlin had it under control (for the most part), but just when almost all the bandit where disarmed, unconscious, or dead, a new batch appeared from the woods to the east, and charged to the blond man. Merlin didn't notice yet, but I knew, even if he did it would be a smidge too late.
I threw back my head and let out a blood-curtailing howl, the sound for attack. Nyx leaped out of the bushes and we ran at the attackers together. I leaped over the first guy's swing and as I was in a summersault over him, pulled out my blades.
I landed and as I turned, I sliced a deep gash across his chest. He staggered and then fell, sword tumbling out of his hand. Nxy had dispatched already one attacker and going for another. That's the thing about her; she does not leave any survivors.
The blond man stared at me, disbelief engraved into his features. Then he seemed to snap out of it, seeing as this strange lady and her companion were not fighting him, and ran at the bandits, yelling his head off (Typical Arthur). Swords clashed, people yelled, some in agony, some in victory. I whipped though their lines; Nyx and I swirled and danced around weapons and men, destroying anything in our wake. Arthur barely helped. In moments, everyone was gone, or dead.
I quickly turn at the foot steeps that were behind me; already my blades were inches away from the attackers throat. Nyx came up next to me and growled threateningly at the blonde in amour. His sword was raised, but his eyes were wary.
"Who are you?" he questioned.
Merlin came up behind the Blondie, bewildered at my appearance.
"You!" he pointed at me.
"Me." I agreed, "Bandits again? What does this remind me of?" I grinned playfully, and sheathed my swords behind my back, and gave him a quick hug. Blondie raised eyebrow. Merlin looked surprised.
"Merrlin, do you know this woman?"
"Yes and no."
The man rolled his eyes. "Well that clears it all up. Idiot." I heard him mutter.
"Well, let's get to it. What are your names?" I smiled at the four blokes. Well three, I already knew Merlin's.
The brown longhaired bloke came up and said, "Name's Gwaine, knight of Camelot." He picked up my leathered clad gloved hand and kissed it.
I raised my eyebrows and smirked at him. Then the buff looking bloke came up and nodded at me, "My name is Percival, knight of Camelot."
I nodded in return. "You should have that bandaged by Merlin." I pointed to his arm. Merlin already had a sponge and was cleaning the wound.
Blondie straitened, "Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot." He stated proudly.
"Of course you are."
Arthur stared at me, "Is there a problem?" He asked me.
I grinned, "No, my king. It is an honor to meet you." I said, inclining my head to him.
"Just Arthur, though."
"Merlin." I stated, nodding to him as well. Arthur and the knights looked surprised but Merlin just nodded back.
"Milady. We meet again."
"You've meet her before, then?" Gwaine asked, smiling mischievously.
"Yes, the day I was traveling to Camelot, 8 years ago. Same day I meet Arthur. We fought of some bandits," He finished aiding to Percival, turning to me instead. "Which we have a knack for getting into trouble." I grinned.
Arthur laughed. "Yah more like she did all the work and you cowered behind a tree."
Merlin scowled but amusement flittered throughout his electric blue eyes.
He sheathed his sword, and turned to all of them. "Help Merlin pack up camp. We're going back to Camelot. We've been gone to long."
"So you're saying that you don't trust Gwen as the Queen." Merlin said with glee.
"Merlin, shut up. And don't let me hear you say that again or it's back in the stocks for you. They've been lonely for you." Arthur glared at him.
Merlin shrugged, but went along packing with the other knights. In the past 8 years that passed (at least for him, it's been WAY longer for me), he had grown. What I remembered was the confused boy with no purpose. What I saw now was a man with determination and focus.
"So," Arthur said casually, jarring me away from Merlin, "Who are you? Why are you here?" Merlin looked up from packing a bag, suddenly interested.
"My name is The Guardian. As for why am I here… I was traveling, my mother just died from a raid, a band of creatures called the Vasta Narada.My father, the king, told me to flee, because I was not safe with him. And I complied. But as you can see," I gestured to the bodies of the bandits, "I am perfectly capable of defending myself." I said, inwardly wincing at how close this story was to the real truth.
"Why is your name 'The Guardian?' " Merlin asked from his cleaning of the dishes from an earlier meal.
"Merlin! I serious think we are in no place to question the princess." Arthur scolded.
I laughed at the 'princess' comment. Didn't think of that. "No Arthur, it is fine. My name is the Guardian because it is tradition in my land. My mother insisted to have a great name like my fathers, but dad said it would bring up enemies from the dark after me. But she insisted so he gave in. She then trained me on a lot of things. I am prepared." I grinned.
"Don't forget little old me." Nyx said to me mentally, chuckling.
I didn't notice how Merlin tilted his head to the side, or how his focused on Nyx, or how his eyes widened in astonishment. I was to busy talking to Nyx mentally. "Is this conversation 'encrypted'? Can anyone hear this?"
"Shouldn't." She replied.
"Well then. I've put a perception filter on you, so you look like a small greyhound. I don't think when we go to Camelot that people will appreciate seeing a huge 'wolf', as they call it. I also thing we ought be careful here. My electronics would probably be put as sorcery. I don't think Merlin is Arthur's advisor, or the band on magic is lifted yet.'
'Ok, same as before? In, out, don't get involved?'
'Yup.'
"I wonder how well it will go this time.'
I laughed mentally. 'Yah, well we try. Come on, let's talk to them.' Our whole conversation toke less than a second, and I turned to the conversation just as Arthur was saying,
"…to Camelot. Merlin? Are you listening?"
Merlin looked liked he was just in a deep trance. His eyes were glazed over and his head was at an angle that suggests he was listening to a conversation. He snapped out of it and turned to look at Arthur, a mask coming over his features, a cheeky grin coming into place. But the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Of course, sire. All done." He replied putting the last pack on the last chestnut brown horse, the knights already done and swinging on their horses, ready to go. I caught Gwaine's eye and he grinned. Percival still looked pale, but now that his wound was treated and his sword retrieved, he looked better.
Arthur turned to me. "Well, Milady, You are welcomed to travel with us to Camelot. And there I'm sure we can arrange something if you have no where to go."
"Thank you, Arthur. You are most generous."
He dipped his head and said, "You can take my horse-" but I cut him off.
"No, I will walk. I'm staying with my dog, Nyx," I gestured to Nyx, "And I'm most comfortable walking, sire."
He grumbled, "Arthur, not sire." But acknowledge my request, though I could tell he did not like it.
He swung up on his black horse. The horse snorted and said, Oww! My hooves still hurt! but set of at a walk down a trail to the east. Gwaine went after, (Yo Chuck! I wonder if they give up apples when we get back!) and the Perce, (Doubt it, Stella!), and then Merlin (At least my Master will! The horses whinnied.). I feel in step with Arthur at the front.
We traveled for a while, Arthur asking questions ("Where is your land? Does it allow magic?"), and I answering them ("You know, around. It has forests, lakes, streams, the whole package. And yes, it does allow magic. Though it's not actually magic, just drawing and converting energy, but let's not get into that. (I mumbled that last part)), until I could see the castle from a top of a hill.
I was about to admire it but just then I felt a surge of physic energy ripple through time. I gasped and fell to the ground, hands covering my head. I barley heard Arthur cry out in shock, Merlin's face coming closer in concern, Perce and Gwaine getting off their horses to help. Then Nyx collapsing with me as our minds view shifted and we went into another time.
(LINE BREAK AGAIN! OOO WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?)
I gasped as we we're pushed into another time. Nyx and I where on a sidewalk, next to lanes of standstill traffic. Humans in early 21st century clothes stood around me in shock as they looked up at something. Smoke was in the air, dust and debris rained around us as I finally followed the gaze of the people. I felt a jolt when I registered at what I was looking at.
The twin towers, both where on fire, smoke curling up in the sky. You could see where the planes had hit and where they had blown up, the building collapsing upon themselves. People screamed, running away, some still staring up in shock. You could see shapes falling from the top floors, civilians committing suicide rather than to burn. Sirens blared, going to assists the authorities in the evacuation. September 11th, 2001, New York, NY, USA.
I turned away, looking at Nyx who somehow had come along for the ride. Her ears were flat and against her skull teeth bared.
"Why are we here?"
Nobody seemed to notice us. I walked up to a man talking into a cell phone. "Did you see? It's horrible! I was 5 minutes from going in there!" I stuck my fist through his face, he didn't even notice.
"We're not really here. In a moment we'll go back to Camelot. But the question is why are we here in the first place? Why this particular fixed point in time?"
"We're going to find out. My guess there is a connection between Camelot and 9/11. But what? I can't think of anything"
Before I could answer, the energy was back, pulling us back to Camelot.
(*******************LINE BREAK********************)
I heard mummers at first, but then the voices became clearer, "What happen? Did you see anything that may of caused this?" I heard Arthur say.
"No, but I think she's coming round. Guardian? Guardian, can you her me?" I stirred, forcing my eyelids open and seeing Merlin's face hovering over me, worry etched on his appearance.
"Yes, I'm fine, sorry. That sometimes happens. It's happened since I was a little girl." I lied.
Gwaine held out his hand, and I toke it in mine and he helped me up. I dusted myself off and Nyx shook out her gold and black fur, but I still saw them looking at me. I rolled my eyes, "Really, I'm fine. Let's go." I was about to head down the path when a flash of metal caught my eye. As I drew closer and saw what it was…
"What in the world? What is this doing here?"
Well, that was a huge chapter. I'll try to post as soon as I get time. But suggestions are welcomed.
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