"My mama used to say
"Baby, make me proud
You've got such a pretty face
But such a dirty mouth"
But how come when I tell you
What's on my mind like men do
I'm called "crazy," crazy?
This is not a love song
This is not a sing-along
But ladies, are yo...
When Ivy finally calmed down and they all sat down, it turned out that every single kid that Ivy ever had in all of her lives wanted to sit with her, along with her husbands. Even Yelena, and Natasha, even though Natasha wasn't her daughter, just her friend, but because Yelena was actually her daughter and Natasha was Yelena's sister... Well you get it.
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(Like this but a lot bigger)
So all and all there were between 50 and 60 people in the seat. Also including her son, James, from her life as Mary.
He stood there for a minute, deciding if he should join or not before Ivy noticed hi,.
"Hello. I don't think I've ever seen you before..." She then paused when she realized who he was. "James. My baby boy." She said sadly as he nodded. "I don't hate you, James. You did what any King must. You fear I would take Scotland back from you, but that's not what I wanted at all. All I wanted was to see you one last time before I died." She told him honestly and he looked down. "Come join the pile. I can promise you, you're not the only person in those group responsible for one of my deaths. At least half of the people in this room are in some form or another." Mary said, waving him over. "I hold no I'll will to anyone in this room... More or less." she told him and he nodded, sitting down. They all glanced at each other as he sat on the edge. "Get your brother." Ivy nodded and all of her sons and daughters jumped on him and pulled him up more as they all laughed in amusement.
When they were all ready and sat down the screen started up again.
Ivy was sitting between Hope and Arthur with everyone else spreed around her in the seat and she couldn't be happier than she was in this moment.
[Merlyn walks through the countryside to Camelot.]
KILGHARRAH No young woman, no matter how great, can know her destiny. She cannot glimpse her part in the great story that is about to unfold. Like everyone, she must live and learn. And so it will be for the young witch arriving at the gates of Camelot. A girl that will, in time, mother the legend. Her name: Merlyn.
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[Merlyn enters Camelot and Uther addresses a crowd from the balcony in the Square.]
UTHER: Let this serve as a lesson to all. This man, Thomas James Collins, is adjudged guilty of conspiring to use enchantments and magic. And, pursuant to the laws of Camelot, I, Uther Pendragon, have decreed that such practices are banned on penalty of death. I pride myself as a fair and just king, but for the crime of sorcery, there is but one sentence I can pass. [Uther raises his arm, then lowers it as a signal to the executioner. Thomas Collins is beheaded. People gasp.] When I came to this land, this kingdom was mired in chaos, but with the people's help magic was driven from the realm. So I declare a festival to celebrate twenty years since the Great Dragon was captured and Camelot freed from the evil of sorcery. Let the celebrations begin.
