Camelot

VI

For the next few days Sir Lancelot ordered for me to stay in my room, to make sure I was well. Elizabeth refused to leave my side, despite my begging her to go home and be with her family. “I will not leave you until I know you are better, and Sir Lancelot allows you our of your room. Heaven knows it can be lonely in a room of this size. Now I'm going to quickly pop down to the kitchen to get some food for us.” Elizabeth said.

It was awful lonely in this room, even with Elizabeth here. I desperately wanted a way to reach my father and Merlin. I needed to know that they are alright.

“Guinevere.” A faint voice echoed through the room.

“Who's there?” I looked up. The room was still vacant from everything but me.

“Guinevere, find a mirror.” The voice called again.

“Who are you? What do you want?” I grabbed tongs from besides the fire pit.

“Guinevere come to the mirrors, Guinevere don't be afraid, just come to the window first.” The voice continued.

With the tongs in hand I slowly back home towards the window, no one has the advantage of sneaking up on me. Peeking down below through my now open stain glass window I searched for anything to make itself known to me. A faint smell caught my attention, it was the bread again. As I frantically searched for a source I stopped and stared at one roof top, I could tell someone was there without even heaving to see them.

“Guinevere, go to the mirror.” The voice spoke again.

Happily I bounded over to the mirror wall and waited for something to happen.

“Guinevere, connect the mirrors. You know what to do. Trust yourself.”

“Speculum videmus in me, et have coniungere ut sororem.” My voice said instinctively.

The candles around the mirrors started going out just fading away, allowing the candles smoke to fog up the mirrors. A handprint appeared in the glass. Slowly raised my hand around it, as our hands touched a small spark of power allowed me to hold his hand. With the connection made my father can waking out of the mirror with Merlin in tow.

“Guinevere, I'm so glad to see you're alright,” a smoke version of my father stood before me. “Don't be alarmed, this is just part of the spell. I must admit tour Wicken powers seem quite developed, my first try at that spell caused someone to be almost decapitated.”

“And you still trusted me to try? Nevermind, I'm just happy to see you're alright after the fire. What happened?” I looked over them in their smoky appearance.

“Guinevere please, this spell never last long and there's a few things we need to discuss, for now we are fine. We're a few houses over on a roof.” My father our his hand off. “And I'm sorry but this is where I must go, the spell with work better without me and I have to go before villagers find us. Goodbye my daughter, we will meet again.” His smoke apparition faded away as Merlin's became more lifelike.

“So we have to get to the point fast. Have any of your sisters tried to contact you?” Merlin just looked right to me.

“Fay reached through in a dream.” I tried to be straightforward to get as much said.

“You didn't lose your Wolam Witch powers like you believe you did. Wickens can't us the kind of magic that you just did to get here.”

“But he just said …

“He was joking. He's never used real magic. You guys as Wickens are what outside people refer to as Seers, you see visions of the future. I'm aware of what you have just experienced and I can gladly say that it gets easier, but that's not what I'm here to talk to you about.” He knew exactly how to create mixed emotions of safety and fear. “You are well away that Camelot has banned magic of any kind, and you're just walked right into King Uther's court. Reason why has been rumored but this is it bluntly. King Uther fell in love with your mother. Before that Wolam Witches existed in Camelot, the customs you grew up with were created after King Uther. They were in love for some time and Uther's father did not like it when they found it that they had a child. The child's name was Morgan La Fay.”

“Fay.” I covered my mouth.

“Yes. She is the true heir of Camelot, until King Frederic, Uther's father, had a hand in ruining the safety of magic. King Frederic killed his daughter and framed your mother and held sorcery to blame. King Uther was furious and he started persecuting magic from the moment he took his father's throne. King Uther wants to end the Wolam Witch line, and there's never been any blood ritual. The oath was more of a trust yourself, and limit your powers. When you cast your spell to save Morgan La Fay from banishment didn't do what I thought. Your mother begged us not to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” I felt desperate.

“Guinevere?” Sir Lancelot voice was outside the door.

“I'll finish another time. Stay Strong, and safe.” Meelin disappeared as the door opened.

“Guinevere are you okay? Who else is in here? I heard talking.” Sir Lancelot stood with his sword unsheathed.

“No one. I've have a desire to become a writer, just talking to myself through a plan.” I stepped towards the center of the room.

“You look like you are doing better. How are you feeling?”

“A lot better thank you.”

“If to wish to go and search for your father I shouldn't be the one to stop you.” He took a deep breath. “You may be my ward but as I promised the night we met, I'll help you with whatever you require, my lady.”

“Thank you, but j made a promise to attend a ball as Prince Arthur has requested. Afterwards if no news has arisen than shall I go look for them, but something tells me that for now they are safe.” I smiled.

“As you wish my lady shall I request a dinner with King Uther as to allow you time to personally accept the invite?”

“Yes please do.” Elizabeth started walking in, “because the kitchens seem to be angered by me lately. If you go to dinner then I'll only leave if you wish.”

“I'd rather enjoy to accepting person, if it's not too late. And Elizabeth please go home and be with your family.” I allowed a large smile to come across my face.

“I shall go inform King Uther my lady. Sir Lancleot, Prince Arthur asked me to fetch you. He says it's urgent.” They left in a hurry.

I turned to face the mirror once more but all the candle had been lit once more. “Be safe my daughter.” My father's voice echoed through the room.