The Rise of Pendragon (ToA #2)

The Shunned Son Of The Heavens

"How did she die, Doc?" Ryder asked with his face in tears. "The birth of your son had caused one of her veins-" Doctor Rosella Pendragon began but was quickly cut off by Ryder. "I want that baby out of this Kingdom, never to come back!" Ryder pointed at Sandretta who was cradling the baby in her arms. "YOU KILLED JENIE!" Ryder screamed. He grabbed a knife and threatened Sandretta. "What are you doing with that?" Doctor Pendragon asked politely. "My son. My rules." Ryder responded. He leaped forwards for the baby but Sandretta quickly pulled the baby away. The tip of the sword cut into the eye, causing the baby to erupt into a volcano of tears. "Out, both of you. Never return here." Ryder roared, frustrated.

"I don't know who I am," the man cried to himself. He was alone in the forest where he grew up. Around the time of his birth the large trees were home to well, homes but due to the negligence of the Chief in the tribe, the city walls came crumbling down like a castle made of sand. The village was quickly evacuated except for the one family hiding in their hut. The baby quickly grew up to be a powerful man. This is who the man is right now except for the powerful description about him. Yes, he was Greyson. "I killed someone out of annoyance, please save me from the fires of hell. I live every night for the past seven months or so in fear that you will come down and take me with you. Please, Gaius, save me from my sins," he cried loudly. Suddenly a blinding flash appeared in the middle of the forest, near where Greyson was. "Who is there?" Greyson cried. "I am the holy one and I come down to you before the downfall of Camelot," a voice called from the light. "Camelot? You mean Takeza and the others made it to the land and they decided to call it that? More importantly, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" Greyson roared as he lifted his sword. "I am the hidden son of life itself. I will reveal two names on the fallen oak tree on which you currently sit, and the offspring of that couple will be one of the luckiest children of the new age," the voice explained. "In four years I shall come down from the clouds and take the soul of this child, this is the word of Gaius." "For better or for worse, Gaius?" Greyson asked. "Only time shall reveal," the voice in the light said finally before the light erupted and the particles floated into the leaves of trees. "Gaius?" Greyson asked. But before he could say "Gaius" again, the wood creaked underneath him. "Two names," Greyson uttered. "Let's just hope that they're both different genders."

R-Y-D-E-R  L-E-V-I + J-E-N-I-E L-E F-A-Y

"Ryder?" Greyson asked himself. "This is bullcrap. Who even is Jenie Le Fay?" The only sound that responded was the sound of the wood creaking once more.

The baby cried as Sandretta made her way through the cold waters of the long windy creek. Behind her and the baby were two guards with spears aimed at the ready. "Move it," a guard who went by the name of Meadows said to the maid. "My dress is getting wet! Hang on a minute!" She was halfway through the somehow crystal clean water as the baby went into a hysterical wail. "Shush now darling," she cried. "Your daddy is a bad man!" And with that, the baby went into an immense silence. "Hey, less chatting, more moving!" the other guard cried. The maid nodded as she lifted her dress from the creek. She had made it to the other side with the baby who was still silent. "Cross the borders and you will be shot without questions. Understand?" Meadows said. The maid nodded then walked of into bush with the baby staring cold faced at the guards with his one good eye.

"You did the right thing, Ryder. I'm sorry I can't be with you at the funeral, I must attend to some matter in Jerusalem concerning Stephen, a good friend of mine," Takeza said to his friend. "Stephen? He was stoned to death quite a while ago," Hardy announced to his leader. Takeza immediately dropped his bag and stared at Hardy. Ryder sat in his oak seat munching on his favourite snack. The setting was tense. "Yeah, he died before the war, Takeza. I heard that Mordred visited him on his death day," Hardy said. "Why was Stephen stoned?" Takeza asked, demanding for answers. "I'm sorry Takeza, you'd have to ask Mordred why. Wait, I think Marlowe knew why. He accompanied Mordred on his visit to Jerusalem. That was when they went to Saragul," Hardy said. Takeza quickly nodded and exited the room in a gracious manner.

As the leaves fell from the trees the figure made its way to a small crack in the large pine tree. "I can't make it anymore," it cried and settled amongst the moss. A soft cry from the creek nearby made it clear that the woman was not alone.