Okay, I finally finished with my Chapter 5, I just could not leave this Chapter alone. First I cut and then I rewrote the original paragraph. Hopeful, I am I finished with this chapter for now, but never know with me. As for any errors I may have over look some words.
Chapter 5: Dangerous Encounter (I think I will be changing the title for this chapter.)
The door swung open once more and Merlin appeared in the chamber. He froze by the sight of me. I was in the process of braiding my long brown hair now when he came to my side and stop me.
(Okay, this paragraph is really bugging me and after reading it over. I think I will be cutting it once more.)
“No, let me.” he said lowly into my ear. “Your hair is as satin silk.”
Stunned, for a moment those were the exact words…Oh, why could I not say his name.
“You resemble a Princess,” He said, retrieving a silver mirror from inside his robe pocket, “See for yourself.”
A golden crown with a blue stone appeared on my forehead, I felt fear raise within me. I frowned handing the mirror back to Merlin.
“Is something wrong?”
“Oh no, it is beautiful, Merlin,” I said avoiding his eyes.
“Why do you deny the truth, Verona?” he asked, “Maybe, I should show how beautiful you really are.”
“Why not cast spell to sent me back home?” I asked. He looked surprised and hurt by my out busted. But only for a moment.
He was about to comment when a knock came, Lancelot entered with a younger dark haired boy. carrying tray entered.
He cannot send you back! A female’s voice echoed, I glanced from Merlin then towards Lancelot.
“Sorry, I took so long.” Lancelot smiled, “A better gown, Lady Verona,” He ignored Merlin cold glare. “Where do you want this, Merlin?”
“You can place it on the bench,” he said soberly.
The young dark haired, slim built boy stared towards me with a nervous glance.
There was something about him, that reminded me of my second cousin, Tim. I also noticed the resemblance between Lancelot and him. I glanced towards Lancelot, who was watching me, “Dear cousin who is this?”
He glanced towards Lancelot.
“This is Galahad, my boy.” He said proudly, “Your second cousin, Verona.”
I thought Lancelot did not know of Galahad being his son. I was puzzled, Merlin gave me a questionable look. “Hello.” I said smiling.
All things are not what it seems, my Sweet. A familiar male voice echoed.
“Lady Verona,” He had this charming grin, “Nice to meet you.”
“Same here and Thank you.” I said, glancing down at the bowl. “What is this, Lancelot?”
“Peas and potato soup with some of my herbs.” Merlin said, “This tea is mint and basil for your headache. It’s from my herbal garden”
How did he know I used basil to made tea. I met his eyes that said, “I know more about you than you think, Verona.”
“We’ll leave you now, my dear cousin.” Lancelot said, “Merlin a word with you.”
“Go ahead and eat, Lady Verona.” Merlin said, “I will be right back.”
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I sat in the huge chair which had more cushion than a regular chair.If I had been paying close attention, I would have wondered why a modern chair was here in this time. However, I was to hungry to think straight. I took a small sip of the soup. To my surprise, the potato soup was well seasoned with salt and I did taste a hint of basil. (I will be changing the food description also. )
This was not bad for medieval times. I blinked in disbelief was I actually in a different time?
“Are you sure?” Merlin asked loudly from the half closed entrance door.
I heard Lancelot said “yes.”
Merlin cursed violently.
“I won’t have that.” Entering the chamber again.
I glance towards his red face, something burn into his eyes before it faded.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, worried.
“Oh no, the hunting party is returning,” Merlin said frankly, “The Duchess wants to present you to her son-in-law, the Earl of Huntingdon.”
Say what! My eyes widen in disbelief, “Are you serious?”
My heart was beating fast. This was similar to the time I meet my real parents and grandfather. I started to shiver.
The memory of that day came flowing back. I saw myself walking into a well kept, estate behind, a sandy haired, handsome built young man with blue eyes.
Entering the well decorated living room, which was filled with five well dressed stranger enjoying a conversation until we walked in. Everything became quiet; the only sound was the housekeeper gasp and a tray falling to the floor, the elderly man and woman glance my way. From their expression, I was a surprise to them all.
As sudden as the vision came it was gone, leaving bits a pieces of my life. I remember working for a detective agency that located missing children and people. However, why was I with Nicholas Scotts on the strange estate… England? I blinked.
“Where did you just go, my dear?” he asked, holding my hands in his. “Is it possible for you to…. No, I should not think of that.”
Taken aback, I asked, “What do you mean?”
“One moment you were sitting here, the next you was fading away.” Merlin said, “Could it be you’re remembering something? Tell me.”
Careful to what you say! A voice warned.
“I was searching for a missing child with my employer.” I said, “I was being shown a piece to a puzzle.”
Yes, a puzzle but I will not I lose you once more, my beloved. His eyes seemed to say to me.
“I am not your beloved.” I said as his hand dropped down from mine suddenly, in confusions. “ I need to know why and how came to be here.”
“Yes, I know my dear.” Meeting my eyes, “ But I said this in my mind for you not to hear.”
“Oh, I…” Lost in word my face felt very hot from embarrassment.
“Hmm, I wonder what else you have heard.” With a grin before it turned into a frown. “Tell me, what were you dreaming about when I came in with Guinevere?”
I cannot say in here, Merlin. A dark aura lurks across the room. “I do not remember.” He must have sensed something, his glazed went towards the wall.
“Well, I’ll be.” Spreading his hands out, “What came into this chamber be gone, by the purest of light.”
The aura vanishes The ray of a bluish light appeared. Merlin piercing blue eyes met mine.
“Were there any when you admit of hearing my thoughts?” Taking my hands in his now.
Watch it, He will play you!
“No, it crept in when you said Gwen.” I said using the nickname and glance towards the walls.
“Ah, I had a feeling that was who sent the spell.” he said rubbing my right hand.
“She can cast a spell?”
An image of a young girl came to mind.
For all I knew, she was one of my imaginary friends, from my childhood.
Okay,I wanted this to sound intriguing and add a bit more pieces to Verona’s past. It’s seems like Verona has a few surprises for Merlin, whom may have some surprises also.
Now, I will leave this chapter alone for awhile and head towards Chapter 6.
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