The Other Side Of The Mist
Kristi Lavery
Text Copyright © 2011 by Kristi Lavery
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Chapter 1
The Thirteenth Year
It’s the season of heat and humidity. Guinevere nearing her thirteenth year had been preparing for her rite of passage into maidenhood all of her life. This is the year that she would finally learn the incantation to part the mist, walk on the land of men, and live with her father for the next six years. Over the last several years she had learned to master the sword and manage her third eye to see the world beyond, as well as mix potions for blessings and healing. These skills made her a powerful warrior in the world of men. As far as she knew they did not have the gift of sight, therefore, she felt she could be a great asset to her father in his endeavors. Besides being anxious about getting away from Angoria and Avalon; she was still dreaming of the two boys especially the one with mother’s eyes. She did not tell her grandmother about them anymore since it seemed to upset her every time she brought them up in conversation.
Guinevere’s body was developing into that of a beautiful young woman. She had just started her monthly bleeding, her breasts had begun to bud, and her body was turning into the shape of an hour glass. She had long brown hair, her mother’s clear blue eyes and her father’s charming smile. She also had begun to develop a strong interest in boys. Especially the one that came to her in her visions, with the straight brown hair, soft gentle smile and the warmest blue eyes that she had ever seen. She felt she had grown up with both of these boys and somehow were the only real friends that she had.
Guinevere sat on the same rock as her mother had years before, daydreaming about what was to come. She couldn’t wait to graduate to the sparkling blue robes of the maidens. She imagined meeting her father, what he would look like, and if he would love her. She pictured him as being strong and handsome; immediately embracing her in his arms, telling her how much he missed her, and how excited he would be to have her live with his family. Now the time was nearing and she only had a few months until her dream would come true. Suddenly startled awake from her dream by voices from the other side of the mist; she jumped off the rock and moved closer to hear what they might be saying. The voices were deep, strong and somewhat familiar, at least one of them anyway. Guinevere realized they were the voices of men so she quietly moved even closer to the mist so she could hear more clearly. When she put her ear to the mist she realized the familiar voice was that of the Merlin. She wished she knew the incantation to part the mist so she could peek through to see who was with him.
“Oh, well.” She thought to herself. “I will have to settle for hearing for now.”
Merlin completely aware that Guinevere was listening continued to tell the boy his future and how he would someday be knight to a king that would bring peace upon the land.
The boy interrupted Merlin saying sarcastically. “We don’t have a king, the sword is still in the stone and Uther is dead. Or don’t you recall old man, that only he could free Excalibur.”
Merlin brushed his shoulder length hair away from his face and glared at the boy. “My patience is running thin with you boy. Get out of your head and into your heart, believe in the magic. You don’t always have to know when, where, how, or why; just know that all things are possible.”
Just then Guinevere’s foot slipped on a small moss covered rock; startled a small noise came up from her throat and she covered her mouth to silence herself.
The boy stopped talking and looked around. “What was that sound Merlin? What kind of magic are you weaving here?”
Merlin shrugged his slender yet broad shoulders, knowing perfectly well that it was the boy’s sister on the other side of the mist. “I’m sure it’s just a deer across the river.”
The boy stared at Merlin in disbelief. “In all my days in the woods I have never heard a deer that sounded like that. It sounded more like a woman.”
Merlin began waving his arms in the air and pacing with impatience. “It’s time for us to go now boy, but first hear what I have to say. “Soon there will be a woman that will visit you. You must see and hear her with your heart, not your eyes and ears. Do you understand boy? If you do not listen this is what will happen.” He bend over picked up a rock and threw it into a large puddle of water near the stream. When the rock landed it made many circles of ripples from the center to the edge of the stream. If you listen with your heart these ripples will bring goodness across the land, but if you listen to your head instead it will bring horror across the land.” With that said he opened his arms and threw back his cape revealing his slender body. Then he hit his staff three times on the ground and vanished into thin air.
Shara Guinevere’s teacher and mentor saw history repeating itself with Guinevere standing by the mist. In order to startle Guinevere back into reality she yelled. “GUINEVERE! What are you doing?”
Surprised Guinevere jumped up, ran towards Shara and said. “I’m just watching the butterflies float through the air and dreaming of my future.”
Shara and older woman with slightly graying hair straightened her posture and sternly said. “You must come with me now. It’s time to continue your lessons. We have very little time to prepare for your induction into maidenhood.”
Guinevere turned and said. “I’m ready Shara, let’s begin.”
“We must work on your gift of sight so that you can see and protect your sisters of Avalon. You’ve done beautifully with the sword and potions, but you can’t be a warrior without your third eye in complete attunement. Let’s sit here by the river where it’s quiet. Now, close your eyes and ask the goddess to feed you.”
Guinevere sat cross legged next to the serene sound of the moving water. She closed her eyes and went into an altered state. When she did this she saw her mother in flowing white robes.
Adel, a ghostly figure, yet still as beautiful as the day she left her body; smiled at her daughter and said. “I’m very proud of you Guinevere. You have grown into a beautiful, intelligent, strong young woman. I have come here to warn you but don’t have much time. Shara’s sight is strong today. Listen carefully and don’t ever speak a word of this meeting between us. Before you begin your adventures on the other side of the mist there is something I must tell you. You have a brother out there. I don’t know his name but his father’s name is Henry. You will meet him soon. I have been sending images of him to you since you were five years old so that you will know him when you meet. You must befriend him and teach him the magic of Avalon. He has the magic but is unaware. I know he has inherited the sight; I have visited him in his dreams and shown him images of you as well. It is important that you know each other. You will be great warriors together. I must go now my darling. I love you. Blessed Be.”
Guinevere opened her eyes and looked around as if she had forgotten where she was.
Anxious and excited Shara asked. “What did you see? You were in such a deep trance; I know you saw something of extreme importance.”
Guinevere still in awe of her mother said. “I’m not sure. My vision was really scattered but I can tell you this; I saw a lot of fighting and bloodshed of men in metal clothing.” Guinevere lied to protect the secret that she was not supposed to know and could see that Shara wasn’t convinced.
Shara made a mental note of this to discuss with the High Priestess at the council meeting this evening.
In the meantime Guinevere gazed at the river flowing gently over the rocks. She noticed how the water made its own path to its future regardless of any obstacles.
She wished Shara hadn’t been there during her vision so she could have told her mother that she had always been shown two boys and asked her which one was her brother. Hopefully her mother would appear to her again when she was alone and give her more clarity to the situation. For now she would continue to mind and do her studies. After all she only had a short amount of time until her thirteenth year and freedom.
Guinevere awoke to the crackling of wood in the stone fireplace. It was the thirteenth year, tenth month and thirteenth day of Guinevere’s life. The season of transition was here and there was a slight chill in the air. She got out of bed, stretched and walked over to her window overlooking the gardens of Avalon. The flowers had gone to sleep until the season of new birth and the trees came alive with all the colors of the Earth. What captured her attention was the sky; it was overcast with a thick fog hanging over Avalon.
“This is not a good sign.” Guinevere said out aloud. “This is my day to enter maidenhood, the ritual of the goddess, as well as my day of freedom and meeting my father for the first time. Tonight I will be taught the incantation in parting the mist and enter the world of men.” She thought happily.
She wasn’t given any time to make friends with any of her sisters of Avalon. Her grandmother kept her busy with lessons in preparation for her future as High Priestess, so she was thrilled at the idea of meeting the boys she had befriended in her visions. She was grateful that her mother visited her as often as she could but was ready for real friends that were not just in a vision.
She suddenly recalled a conversation she had with mother when she was about seven years of age. Her mother had asked her if her father had visited her yet. Guinevere remembered being surprised by this question at the time; yet allowing the thought to fade into the mist and not thinking of it again until today. She had stopped asking her grandmother questions about her father when Angoria told her that Andrew did not have time for her now, he had another family, and that the battles of men were his top priority.
What Guinevere did not know was that her father had approached Angoria several times over the past year in an attempt to see his daughter or that he was at this moment speaking to Angoria about taking his daughter with him tonight after the ceremony.
Shara, not having time to talk to Angoria the night before, decided it was time to tell her about her suspicions of Guinevere’s vision. When she stepped into the council room unannounced she saw the High Priestess talking to King Andrew. Shara somewhat surprised slowly backed out of the room and patiently waited for them to finish. She could tell by the tone of Angoria’s voice that King Andrew had angered her but continued to listen to the conversation.
Angoria stood stiff and confident as she spoke with King Andrew. “You will not be taking Guinevere on this night Andrew. It is not safe for her on the other side of the mist and I will not lose another daughter.”
Andrew aligned his body with the High Priestess and put his face within kissing distance of Angoria and whispered in an angry demanding tone. “She is not your daughter Angoria and you will no longer keep her from me. It was Adel’s wish that she live with me beginning on her thirteenth year.”
Angoria put her finger in Andrews face and said. “Watch who you’re threatening; you of all people Andrew know my power. Now leave me or I will make sure you never see your daughter.”
King Andrew left Avalon through the tunnels. He was not allowed to be seen by anyone especially Guinevere. He wasn’t sure how but he knew that someday he would have his daughter. He just hoped he could get her before Angoria poisoned her against him. Guinevere was all the family he had left. His wife and daughter were killed a couple of years ago in a surprise invasion of the castle when he was on the battlefield.
Angoria followed him through the tunnels not only to keep an eye on him but because she was only one of four others that could break the barrier that the Merlin put around Avalon. She was wishing she hadn’t let him in at all and hoped that no one saw him. If they had she would just tell them that he came to tell her that Guinevere would not be able to live with him until the land became more peaceful.
When they came to the end of the tunnel Angoria looked out to make sure that Guinevere was not anywhere near. When she saw that the coast was clear she said the incantation to part the mist then the one that the Merlin had given her to break the barrier.
King Andrew stepped through, and headed towards his boat.
Angoria closed the barrier and the mist then headed back to the council room to prepare for the festivities. She wanted everything to be perfect for Guinevere.
The ritual and ceremony would begin at sunset a short time from now and Guinevere was waiting in her room for Kelane and some of the other maidens to assist her with her hair and dress for the evening’s festivities. She was still concerned about the dark cloud over Avalon but was too excited to worry about it and kept reassuring herself that it was nothing and everything would be fine. She could hear the giggling maidens coming towards her room. She turned to her door and smiled as they entered with Kelane in the rear, as if she were a Shepherd herding her flock.
The maidens were carrying golden thread and baby’s breath that would be woven into Guinevere’s lovely waist length brown hair. Kelane went to the wardrobe and pulled out the sparkling blue gown with the golden sash that Guinevere would wear on Avalon until her twenty-fifth birthday when she would graduate to the yellow robes of womanhood.
Kelane assisted Guinevere into her gown, then stepped back so the maidens could weave their magic with her hair. When they were finished Guinevere was the picture of her mother at that age and Kelane began to cry.
Confused by the emotion, Guinevere asked. “Why are you crying Kelane?”
Wiping the tears from her eyes and smiling, Kelane said. “You look so much like your mother and I miss her.”
“I wish I could have known her.” Guinevere said sadly.
Kelane walked up behind Guinevere and put her hands on her shoulders. “Me too, she would have taught you so much more than I have been able to.”
Guinevere turned, looking up at Kelane. “You and Shara have taught me well Kelane and I am grateful to you for sharing the stories of my mother.”
“Kelane wiped her tears away again and said. “I love you Guinevere. You have been like a daughter to me.”
Looking at the position of the sun Kelane said. “We must leave now to prepare the altar. Shara will be up to get you when it’s time for the celebration.”
Guinevere sat back down on her soft feather bed and began to dream of leaving Avalon in a few short hours. She imagined her father waiting for her on the other side of the mist at the moment of the parting incantation; taking her into his arms then assisting her in to his boat that would take them to the mainland. She could hardly wait to see his castle where she would spend the next six years of her life.
She would miss Kelane and Shara. They had been her teachers and her friends her whole life. They had taught her the power of the sword, the blessings of the goddess, showed her the oneness and the connection to mother Earth and sharpened her gift of sight to assist her on the other side of the mist as well as to take her grandmother’s place someday as High Priestess. But it was time now to venture out of Avalon and learn from the other side.
Guinevere wanted desperately to think about this new knowledge of having a brother and of course this other boy that had come into her visions so many times over the last eight years but decided that this would not be a good idea since her grandmothers sight was so much more powerful than hers and could most definitely see into her world. She did not want to do anything to jeopardize her freedom; not from Avalon, but from her grandmother.
“Guinevere? Guinevere? GUINEVERE! Kelane finally yelled to get her attention.
Jumping with surprise, Guinevere turned toward the open door to her room. “I’m sorry Kelane. I didn’t notice you there. I thought you were at the altar preparing for the ceremony.”
Somewhat frustrated, Kelane said. “We finished early. I thought I might be of assistance to you. Where were you Guinevere? I said your name several times then finally had to yell to get your attention”
Guinevere stood, twirled, and said. “Oh, just dreaming about tonight.”
Kelane rolled her eyes. “And the other side of the mist too, I’m sure.”
Guinevere blushed. “Yes Kelane. Are you reading my thoughts as well?”
Kelane pointed her eyes toward the floor. “No my friend, I just know you very well and I had the same dream when I was your age. I was to meet my father but he was killed in battle just days before my thirteenth year began. Since I had no one; a father, brother or husband to look out for me or champion me on the other side I had to remain in Avalon. I feel that you will have all of these Guinevere and wish only the highest happiness for you.”
Guinevere ran to Kelane and gave her a big hug. “Thank you Kelane, but I don’t need a champion. I have the power of Avalon and the goddess with me.”
“Yes you do; here in Avalon where the mist and the goddess protects you but the magic of Avalon does not always exist on the other side.”
Guinevere spun around and walked back to the window. “How do you know this Kelane, when you have never been there?”
Slightly raising her eyebrow, Kelane said. “I listen to the others who have come back to finish their days on Avalon after their husbands have been killed in battle.”
Guinevere sat on the edge of the window sill still looking out over the grounds in a dreamy state. “Well, it won’t be that way for me. I will find my true love on the other side and I will never be back.”
Just as Guinevere said that Shara stepped into the room, she looked stunning in her sheer white robes with her golden sash around her tiny waist and golden threads of baby’s breath woven through her long graying hair. “It’s time to go Guinevere.”
Guinevere’s heart began to pound and beads of sweat formed on her forehead, her mouth became dry and her tongue felt like it was the size of a melon; which made it difficult for her to speak, but she somehow managed to spit out an “okay.”
Kelane and Shara stepped behind Guinevere and placed a veil spun of silk and gold over her head. Now that the final touches of her dress was in place Guinevere turned and walked gracefully towards her freedom. The ladies walked behind her holding the long train of her veil as she descended the stone spiral staircase.
The High Priestess was waiting at the foot of the stairs. Guinevere put her arm through her grandmother’s who escorted her to the outdoor altar.
The High Priestess smiled proudly at her granddaughter. “You look lovely tonight Guinevere.”
Nervously Guinevere said. “Thank you Grandmother. Have you received word from my father as to when he will come and get me?”
Angoria took a deep breath. “Oh, darling, I’m sorry he sent word that he would not be able to come and get you. The battles on the other side have escalated and since the land remains without a king, it is too dangerous for you.”
Guinevere disappointed could feel the tears swell up in her eyes. “What’s the point of the ceremony if I can’t go and explore the world beyond Avalon?
Angoria wiped her granddaughter’s eyes. “He will come, Guinevere. It just won’t be tonight.”
All of a sudden Guinevere heard the familiar voice whispering in her ear. “Stand tall, go through with the ceremony, and learn the incantation to part the mist.
The loving voice of her mother caused Guinevere to stand straight, wipe her tears and say. “I’m ready to accept my fate.”
Guinevere again took her grandmothers arm as they led the procession to the altar.
When they arrived outside the High Priestess and her granddaughter took their place in the center of the circles at the head of the altar. First, Angoria would lead their praise and thanks to the goddess. Then Guinevere would demonstrate what she had learned from Shara and Kelane to the goddess. Everything was the same as it had been in the past except Guinevere was in the center of the circles with her grandmother this time.
Once the ritualistic circles were formed Angoria began her prayer. “Goddess, we thank you for the blessings of the year; the harvest, the rains, the warmth of the sun and the protection of your mist from the side of men. Blessed Be.”
Guinevere stared blankly at the altar filled with the sacrifices of the year’s harvest. It was covered with corn, wheat, fruit, and green vegetables for the goddess to devour in her flames. Since this was Guinevere’s thirteenth year, Shara handed her the torch, lit it and gave her the honor. This was meant to guarantee Guinevere had protection and the watchful eye of the goddess in the coming years. After the sacrifice the daughters began their ritualistic dance around the altar. They danced to the music of the wind and all the sounds of the night as the moon shone its light through the breaking fog directly on Guinevere.
She was growing impatient for the incantation. All she wanted was to live with her father, meet her brother and fall in love. She did not want to end up like her mother; alone with child, and tied to a forbidden lover.
Guinevere had begun to despise her grandmother for stealing her mother’s life and now attempting to do the same to her. She no longer wanted a life alone in Avalon. She wanted the magic of the other side; the adventures, family, the love of a good man and her own identity.
Of course, Angoria being the High Priestess sensed this, which is why she had the Merlin put the shield around the mist of Avalon. Since she was the only one that heard the words to his spell and passed them on to only four others she was confident that the shield would not be broken. The four she shared these words with, feared her too much to ever speak them aloud. Little did she know; Merlin being a trickster always put a creative loop-hole in his incantations for one to break them, especially when they interfered with destiny? Angoria was feeling very confident about the protection and new power she had over Avalon and her family.
It was now time for Guinevere’s ceremony into maidenhood. Her first task was to show her power with the sword and dual with Kelane, her teacher. The daughters made a large circle, stepped back thirteen paces, and then allowed Kelane to step through. Each of them were handed a sword. The High Priestess nodded to Shara to begin the contest. Even though Guinevere was seventeen years younger than Kelane, her passion was high tonight and she fought Kelane into a corner, holding the sword to her throat in victory. Avalon was not a violent place so this contest was only designed to demonstrate skills not to hurt the competitor.
Angoria was surprised at the anger Guinevere demonstrated but instead of reprimanding her she announced her triumph and guided her to the next task.
Guinevere was to sit with Angoria in the center of the circle and demonstrate her gift of sight by connecting with the spirit world. The two sat facing each other cross legged, eyes closed and hands held in the center of the circle until Guinevere announced that the goddess had given her information. As Guinevere and Angoria sat their shadows from the light of the fire appeared larger than life and danced with the flames in the moonlight.
Everyone was silent; waiting patiently for Guinevere to come out of her trance. She held her grandmother’s cold bony hands while surrounding herself with an etheric wall of protection. Angoria did the same to prevent Guinevere from seeing and revealing her secrets. She protected herself so thoroughly that she was not open to what Guinevere was seeing.
Adel came through quietly and whispered to her daughter. “Your grandmother harbors a great secret. This secret could not only cause the fall of Avalon but the fall of men as well.”
They both opened their eyes and for the first time Guinevere saw fear in her grandmother’s eyes. Angoria could not see what Guinevere saw but heard the word; secret. She felt the power behind Guinevere’s vision as well, and knew that the future had somehow been altered.
Angoria leaned forward and whispered. “I only have one secret and that died with your mother.”
Silence overpowered Avalon; the daughters appeared to have stopped breathing, the wind had stopped blowing, even the creatures of the night appeared to listening to the two women.
Angoria stood up and announced. “My granddaughter has passed all that is required of her. Let us go to the mist.”
The daughters filed out one by one behind Angoria and Guinevere; following them to the mist. They were whispering amongst themselves wondering what this great secret could be.
Shara and Kelane heard them and immediately silenced them in fear that Angoria would hear and toss them into the violent world of men. The High Priestess was not one to be crossed.
Guinevere and Angoria arrived at the mist and waited for the others to gather around. Angoria whispered the incantation into Guinevere’s ear. The daughters were told to back away as to not hear the sacred words. When everyone was out of earshot Guinevere closed her eyes, raised her arms to the stars and spoke the incantation. “Orma, Lamha, Ahgma.” Guinevere opened her eyes and lowered her arms. She saw with enthusiasm that the mist had parted.
Angoria was so proud. “Wonderful Guinevere, welcome to maidenhood.”
Guinevere secretly wanted to walk through the mist but knew it was forbidden during the ceremony. Her senses were heighted since the reading with her grandmother. The daughters cheered and headed back to the castle. Guinevere...hearing noises on the other side, lagged behind. She peered through the mist seeing a shadow in the woods. It was the shadow of a man. Intuitively Guinevere knew that this man was her father and planned to sneak out after the feast in hopes that he would still be there.
Angoria; noticing Guinevere’s reluctance to stay with group stopped and said. “Come on Guinevere, your father is not there. Stop looking for him.”
Guinevere played along, turned, and took her grandmother’s arm as they led the way back to the castle made of milky white crystal that sparkled like stars in sun.
Once all the daughters entered the castle the heavy wooden doors were latched. Guinevere wondered how she would sneak out when it took eight women to lift the latch.
Then Adel whispered. “Don’t worry, I know a secret too.”
The daughters, council members, and High Priestess feasted extravagantly this season. This night as always was two celebrations in one. Tonight was special since Guinevere had entered the age of maidenhood on the day of the goddess. The table was adorned with all the fruits and vegetables of the harvest as well as deer and pheasant. They ate until they could hardly move.
When their bellies were full, some of the daughters began to play their flutes while others danced in gratitude.
Guinevere yawned towards the end of the celebration and announced that she would be turning in for the night. She was doing a good job at hiding her excitement of sneaking out and going to the other side.
When the castle got quiet just before sunrise Guinevere called for her mother. Adel’s ghostly image appeared out of nowhere. Guinevere surprised put her hand over her mouth to stop a scream from escaping. She was so close to freedom she didn’t want to alert anyone to what she was up to. It was the first time that she had seen her mother in such a physical form. She usually only saw her in her mind or heard her whisper in her ear. Guinevere wanted desperately to hug her mother but knew she couldn’t and settled for telling Adel that she loved her.
Adel sensing the end of the gala, said. “We don’t have much time Guinevere you must hurry.”
Confused Guinevere asked. “Where are we going? The doors are now latched with such a heavy board that it takes eight women to lift it.”
Adel winked at her daughter and said. “I have a secret door to the tunnels in my room.”
Guinevere gave her mother a perplexed look. “What tunnels?”
Dismayed, Adel said. “Oh dear, Mother has kept you prisoner all these years hasn’t she? Hurry now before they head up to bed.”
Guinevere followed the ghost of her mother to what used to be her room.
Adel pointed to the wall across from the door. “See that shelf over there?”
“Yes.”
Whispering, Adel said. “Push it to the right.”
Guinevere did as her mother asked. It didn’t take much effort to move the big shelf and behind it was the opening to the tunnel her mother had promised.
Adel told her to pick up the torch and light it from the fire that Angoria kept lit in her room since her death. She lit the torch then went through the gap turning around only to pull the shelf closed behind her just in case someone came into the room. The tunnel was dark, musty, and lengthy. “Are we ever going to see the end?”
Adel floated ahead to see where they were. “Don’t worry Guinevere it’s not much further, keep going.”
Just as Guinevere thought it would never end she could see the light of the moon streaming through a short distance away. When she finally arrived at the end, her heart began to pound with anticipation. She put out the torch and ran as fast as her feet would carry her to the mist.
Adel smiled. “Well, what are you waiting for? Say the incantation and part the mist so you can explore the other side.”
Guinevere raised her arms without closing her eyes this time; said the incantation and watched in delight as the mist parted. She looked back at her mother as if to ask permission then took a step forward only to hit some sort of barrier and get knocked down. She sat on the ground astonished and disenchanted. “What just happened?”
Adel became angry, clenched her ghostly fists and muttered one word. “Mother” then disappeared.
Chapter 2
Guinevere’s Brother
Adel had been visiting her son for several years. She was so proud of how Henry had raised him. He was now the same age that Henry was when he and Adel had met and fallen in love. One day not so long ago, she overheard Henry call him Lancelot. She thought this was a strong name and knew that she couldn’t have selected a more ideal name if she had chosen herself. Lancelot was as handsome as his father. He stood a few inches taller, was very muscular, and had his father’s dark wavy hair, full lips, and kind sweet smile. He did however have Adel’s crystal clear sky blue eyes.
Adel had been visiting and watching Lancelot from a distance. She decided it was best not to show herself to him or whisper in his ear, even though she told Guinevere she had. The last thing she wanted was for brother and sister to meet and fall in love. Now she had no choice; it was not only time to whisper in her son’s ear but to appear to him as well. She knew he would be capable of seeing her; after all he was part Avalonian and carried at least some of Adel’s magic.
Lancelot had been squiring for his father and uncles since he was twelve. He was now fifteen, coming into manhood and ready to be knighted. Today they were headed for the stone that cradled Excalibur; every month Merlin would ask all the knights to join in merriment and attempt to pull the sword from the stone. Lancelot could not wait till it was his turn; after all he was just as strong if not stronger than some of the old goats that failed every month.
The land had been many moons without a king and Merlin thought this would boost moral even though he knew it would be three more years before the king would come and free Excalibur.
Adel had followed Lancelot in hopes she would have the opportunity to show herself but obviously this wouldn’t be possible with all the people around. As she was watching her son she heard a familiar voice and knew immediately that it was Merlin so she floated over to him.
Merlin looked around sensing Adel’s presence. “What are you doing here Adel? I thought you moved on with your goddess.” He said with a sarcastic tone.
Adel still angry floated through Merlin’s body causing a chill that went to his bones. “I am always watching Merlin; especially over my children. Now you must tell me how to break the barrier that you put around Avalon so Guinevere can be released from my mother.”
Merlin repeatedly shook his head from side to side while saying “NO” several times to Adel.
“If I tell you Angoria will release the dragon and I must protect mankind.”
Determined to free her daughter Adel said. “Merlin, you know my mother would never risk releasing the dragon. The dragon would not only end mankind but Avalon as well. I know you have a way to break the spell without Angoria knowing.
Merlin sighed and said. “Alright Adel I will tell you but if Angoria releases the dragon it will be on you. All Guinevere has to do to break the barrier is fall in love with the one that has been chosen for her and the land.”
Perturbed, Adel asked. “Must you always speak in riddles Merlin? How is she supposed to fall in love? It’s not like she gets to see men every day, and how am I supposed to get them to her?”
Amused, he said. “It is the way of the wizard and you will figure out the how Adel, you always were persistent. But look at the situation like this; there is one boy who cannot be her love and we both know who that is.”
Adel fired a look of disgust at Merlin. “Are you talking about Lancelot?”
Pleased, Merlin said. “Why yes. Aren’t you the smart one? You know Adel he could be of aid to you now. Don’t you think it’s time for him to be acquainted with his sister and where he comes from? By the way, I think this information is something they should keep between them. Avalon is not the most popular place among the new Christian way.”
Feeling defeated Adel said. “Thank you for the minute amount of aid Merlin. I must get to work if I’m going to solve this problem in three years.”
Adel vanished in hopes of discussing this with Exious, counsel to the goddess.
Exious was waiting for Adel as usual. “Blessed Be Adel.”
“I’m sure you are aware of my dilemma Exious.”
“Yes dear one, we are conscious of it and unfortunately we cannot help you. This matter must be left to chance.”
Angry again Adel said. “So you’re telling me that I can’t help my children?”
Floating with her arms spread as if to hug Adel, Exious said. “Yes Adel. And if you do get involved you may be sent back early to start your next life.”
Irritated, Adel said. “I will have to take my chances Exious. My children need me now more than ever.”
Realizing the powers that be weren’t going to support her cause, Adel bowed and said. “Blessed Be.” To the beautiful dark skinned, dark haired woman who floated angelically above her in white sheer gown sparkling like her mother’s castle. Her sleeves were long and wide almost completely covering Exious’ gentle hands.
“Blessed Be Adel.”
Adel couldn’t help Guinevere until she let Lancelot know who he was, who she was, and where he came from, therefore, she focused her thoughts on him and instantly appeared directly in front of him.
Lancelot was sheathing his father’s sword when Adel appeared. He was so startled that he fell backwards nearly landing in the fire pit. “Who are you and where did you come from?”
Adel smiled at her son. “I hoped to break this to you more gently but I don’t have time to be concerned regarding feelings. I’m your mother Lancelot. I am Adel of Avalon.”
Lancelot’s mouth fell open and his eyes grew large. “I was told that my mother had died during childbirth and that she did not want me because I was a boy child.”
This saddened Adel. “Oh my darling son, that is not the truth.”
Lancelot appeared shocked and angry by her words. “Are you saying my father is a liar?”
Feeling powerless in her state Adel said. “He lied to protect you from my mother the High Priestess of Avalon. Her name is Angoria and she is a very powerful woman. Usually male babies are sacrificed to the goddess but my mother still having somewhat of a heart could not sacrifice her only and first born grandchild. So consequently as soon as you were born you were ripped from my arms and brought to your father and his family to care for.”
Lancelot shook his head. “Why should I believe you? You’re nothing more than a ghost. How do I even know you are who you say you are?”
“Go locate your father. He won’t be able to see me but he will sense me. I know things that will confirm who I am. I can speak through you since you have the magic of Avalon in your blood.”
Frustrated and still a bit frightened Lancelot went in search of his father.
Henry had aged so much since Adel had seen him last. His dark wavy hair had turned salt and pepper, he had a beard and a mustache that had gone completely gray, and what once appeared to Adel as deep blue eyes were now sad and cloudy. His face scarred and covered with lines of countless years of stress.
Lancelot ran up to his father so fast he almost knocked him over. This would not have been pleasant since Henry was still in his suit of armor.
Somewhat angry and confused Henry yelled at his son. “Lancelot, what is wrong with you?”
Lancelot stuttering with excitement grasped his father’s arm. “C-come q-quick father, I have to show you something.”
Ignoring Lancelot’s nervousness Henry turned and walked back in the direction of their camp. “Can’t this wait until I change? You know how heavy my armor is and I would like to get comfortable.”
Lancelot glanced over his shoulder concerned that Adel would vanish back to where she had come from. “Please hurry father.”
Henry stepped into their tent exhausted from the day. “Come help me with this armor and we will talk. I’ve never seen you like this Lancelot. What’s going on with you?”
When Henry was finally relieved from the weight of his armor, Lancelot grabbed his father by the hand almost dragging him to the horse where he’d last seen Adel.
Still thinking his father might be angry, Lancelot pointed towards his horse. “Do you see anyone standing there father?”
Henry feeling incredibly worried now, looked at his son with concern. “I see no one. Are you feeling okay, Lancelot?”
Lancelot walked to where his horse was tied and noticed that Adel had vanished. “Yes father at least I think so. I was sheathing your sword earlier when this woman appeared to me. She said her name was Adel of Avalon and that she was my mother. I told her that mother had died in childbirth a couple of years after I was born.”
Henry became pale and dizzy, then took a deep breath and asked? “Son, where did you hear that name?”
“I told you father she appeared to me and told me the whole story of you and my birth. Is it true?”
Lovingly placing his hand on his sons shoulder, Henry said. “It is all true. You are part Avalonian so you most likely have some of your mother’s gifts.”
Excited, Lancelot pointed in the direction of the stone that had captured Excalibur thirteen years before. “There she is father. Can you not see her?”
As much as Henry wished he could rest his eyes on Adel’s beauty again, he knew he must be honest with his son. “No, I cannot see her.”
Adel gently glided to her son and tenderly said. “I will speak through you Lancelot. Ask Henry about the tunnels, our rock by the river, and my magnificent soft feather bed.”
Lancelot thinking that he had lost his mind agreed to interpret. “She wants me to ask you about the tunnels and a rock by the river, oh, and her feather bed.”
Holding his hand over his heart, Henry leaned against the stone to take a breath. “Adel, are you really here?”
“Oh, yes Henry my love. I am here and as much in love with you now as I was the first time I saw you at the river. You have done a wonderful job raising our son, thank you.”
Henry feeling woozy sat on the stone that cradled Excalibur. “What’s she saying Lancelot?”
Lancelot felt tears swell up in his eyes. “She says she’s always loved you and that you did a good job raising me.”
Adel appeared next to Lancelot and gently laid her hand on his cheek. “Do you believe me now, darling son?”
Seeing new life in his father’s eyes, Lancelot said. “Yes, I believe you.”
Henry stood in awe as he watched Lancelot pacing and conversing with himself. He knew in his heart that his son was talking to his beautiful Adel. He was grateful that Lancelot had gotten the gift of sight from his mother; otherwise he would have never been given this wonderful moment.
Hovering back towards Lancelot and looking more serene now, Adel said. “Please sit down Lancelot. We have so much to talk about in a short amount of time.”
Lancelot sat on the stone and said. “Okay mother, tell me what I need to know.”
“You already know that I died in childbirth so you’re aware that you have a sibling. You have a sister. Her name is Guinevere and there are going to be at least three times in your future that you will be called to champion her. The first time is approaching very soon. How are you with a sword? Anyway, Angoria, my mother, your grandmother, and High Priestess of Avalon; has trapped my Guinevere there with an invisible barrier put up by Merlin. She threatened Merlin with the release of the dragon if he did not help her. Guinevere can part the mist but does not yet have the magic to break this invisible barricade. After convincing the Merlin that she would not dare release the dragon because he would destroy Avalon as well, he told me the only way for Guinevere to break the spell was to find her one true love. I can’t assist her with this alone. You and she are the only ones that I can show myself to. If you could locate boys and bring them to the mist by the river, Guinevere can part the mist, view them and if she feels her heart chakra open she can attempt to walk through. Will you champion your sister in this way Lancelot?”