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Chapter Three

Trapped

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a sound that was very familiar to a muffled footfall. Emrys froze. He looked over his shoulder slowly, cautiously. Nothing. He turned back, dismissing the noise. It must have just been one of the many alley cats that roamed the streets at night, yowling at him as he sped past. He gazed back into the night, wondering if he would have to stop off at a house to gather a few supplies. Crunch. Now that definitely wasn't an alley cat. In a split-second, nine bodies flew up onto the roof that he was stood on. Emrys whirled round, readying himself for the onslaught of bodies and weapons that would soon be forced upon him. That was if he didn't dodge them first. He surveyed the situation for a second. He was surrounded. They had formed a circle round him, blocking any possible exits. Any possible exits for a normal person that is. This was Emrys the were dealing with. Emrys was not a normal person. He sensed someone approaching him from behind. He whipped round, just in time to see Lancelot launch himself from the ground and come shooting towards him. Emrys ducked just in time and spun round as Elyan swung his sword round that would have easily sliced his arm clean off if he hadn't quickly sidestepped the swing. Percival and Olwyn then charged forward, with the end of a long piece of rope to catch him in in each hand. Emrys ducked once again under their snare and then paused for a moment. He noticed that the circle he was stood in was now considerably smaller than it had been when they first surprised him. He saw the Knights surrounding him were taking slow steps tighter and tighter round their captive. They were closing in. There was only one option remaining.

Emrys acted quickly. He faced his palm downwards and took a deep breath.

"Aácwínan brýdhlóp!" He yelled into the night. The Knights stopped in their tracks and frowned at each other. Then their puzzled expressions turned to shock and fear as black smoke started to float up from the ground. The mist drifted up, shrouding Emrys and covered him completely. The last sight Emrys saw was pure fear etched on Arthur's face. And then the mist engulfed him. Swallowed him whole.

The ground collided with Emrys' feet. He stayed upright and looked around him. He was standing in a wood. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the outskirts of the houses in the city of Camelot. He was stood on the edge of the wood that encircled the city, near the Darkling Woods. His invisibility force field was working well. He muttered a few incantations that would let him through the force field that surrounded his home. He heard it re-seal behind him with a high pitched squeak. In front of him, a few feet away, was what looked like a badly put up tent had appeared out of nowhere. It was basically a branch propped up horizontally between two large trees, with a blanket draped over the horizontal branch. But it was home. His transportation spell had worked. He could only use it over small distances. But it had still worked. Emrys started to walk through the trees, dodging the many magical traps he had set in case any intruders, or Arthur and his men came visiting. A sudden wailing sound erupted in his ears. This was his alarm system. If ever any intruders passed the magical traps and force field then it would alert him, wherever he was, that someone was very close, tooclose, to his home. He chanted a quick spell under his breath.

"Hréama álynian." The wailing in his head stopped as suddenly as it had started. As he finally finished murmuring all the incantations that were needed, he slid his hand under the piece of material that was draped over the entrance to his home. He pulled it to the side and stepped in.

The room was in complete darkness. Emrys groped round in the darkness for the light. His fingers came into contact with the cold wax that he had been looking for. He held his palm over the candle and mumbled a spell.

"Onælan." The candle instantly burst into flame and flooded the room with light. The enlarging spell Emrys had cast all those years ago was still working well. He could only work it over a small area and could only expand it a couple of feet wider and taller, but it was enough for him. He could just about stand up in the space. The very few belongings he had lined the room rather sadly. There was a ripped rug spread across the ground as a makeshift carpet. There was a couple of thick blankets on the far side with handfuls of straw stuffed between them to act as a mattress. It was rolled up at one end to make a pillow. An additional sheet was laid on top to be a cover. It wasn't the most comfortable bed ever but it was all he could manage. Next to it was the pile of all the clothes he owned, other than what he was wearing currently. The pile was noticeably small. Next to that there was a cluster of food on a holey cloth. There was half a loaf of bread, a leg of chicken, a bowl of grain, a jug of water and a newly sharpened knife. Emrys considered the food but then decided he wasn't hungry. He pulled the hood down from off his head and then took off the cloak. He hung it up on a small branch that protruded into the room from one of the trees that supported his home. Emrys sighed and sat down on the cluster of blankets that was his bed. Emrys was sure that Arthur and his men would still be roaming the streets, expecting him to jump out at them and give them something to chase. But he had had his thrill tonight. As much as he longed to go out and have them chase him for the rest of the night, he knew he needed his sleep. He twisted round on the bed into a lying position and closed his eyes. Sleep was upon him as soon as his head hit the makeshift pillow.

Author's Note: Yeah… sorry guys! Bit of rambling in this chapter but the action will pick up very soon! Just keep reading and reviewing! Please! And remember that juicy constructive criticism!