Mythical love

Prologue

It was a dark night, with the only source of light being the moon's lonely eye. The howling of the wolves echoed through the forest as they hunted down their prey. A hoot of an owl sounded through the trees, spooking the rodents scurrying around on the forest floor.

It was the medieval times, during the reign of King Arthur.

In a pine-forest, far from any human civilisation, stood a single tower. Its cobblestone walls so high that it towered above everything. Yellow light in the window, at the top, indicated movement in the lonely, tall building.

A moving shadow signaled the only human-like activity for miles.

Inside was an old man with grey hair, draped in a dark violet robe. On it were yellow marks which seemed to be constellations. He held a smooth wooden staff with a green crystal on top, the size of a spear head. While stroking his long grey beard he paced around frantically, his face filled with worry.

On the other side of the room sat a small blonde, curly haired man. He carefully observed his friend, taking small sips of tea from his wooden cup.

"Merlin my friend, settle down. Come sit and drink your tea, before it gets cold," the little halfling calmly said to the wizard.

"I cannot do that Dimbel. Not while the world is on the verge of sinking into complete chaos!" the wizard replied, his voice clearly showing concern. On his next trip to start pacing, he turned around so quickly that he blew out the only candle.

Sighing, the halfling reached into his brown waistcoat and pulled out a small, ceiled potion bottle. After shaking it, the bottle started to light up. It was bright enough that the room could now be seen clearly. Dimbel looked to his left and noticed that the bed, covered in bear fur, was the most peaceful object in the room. Looking to his right, he saw that his friend hadn't stopped his pacing. Dimbel's eyes caught the large bookcase behind his friend, filled with many books, large and small ranging from spells to ancient history.

When he noticed that he was staring at the books for a while without any movement, he realised the wizard had stopped pacing. He was now just staring out the window into the darkness.

Dimbel reached out to the middle of the oak-wood table he was sitting at and picked up the opened letter. He read it through, but his eyes focused purely on a few words. The words 'we know you're real. And we will find all of you,' really stuck out. A question kept nibbling on his brain. "How did they find out?"

The wizard answered his friend without casting so much as a glance in his direction. "There are so many ways. It would only be a waste of time to dwell on it now."

Merlin crossed the room and sat on his stool opposite of Dimbel. The silence was deafening until Dimbel broke it. With a silent voice he just asked "So what do we do now?"

Another minute of silence passed, but then Merlin's face changed, his eyes began to widen and his lips were threatening a smile. Dimbel noticed this, and he knew his friend long enough to know that he had an idea.

"You have a plan, don't you?" Merlin looked up and simply gave a small smile towards the halfling. "My friend, I have need of your help once more. May I ask a tremendous favour of you?"

Dimbel smiled at the wizard with a look of hope. "Of course Merlin, anything," was all the little man could reply.

With newfound hope, the wizard continued, "If we can't hide our kind anymore, we can only protect them," he simply stated, confusing the halfling. Merlin saw the confusion in his friend's expression. He looked to his right, then back at his friend. With a small motion of his head towards the bed, he said to Dimbel, "Get some sleep. I'll inform you of everything in the morning."