Okay, I here I go again, I have to admit after reading Chapter 19 again. I just could not leave this Chapter alone, I had to rewrite and delete some paragraphs, which I was not to happy to delete.
Here’s a question, Ever had one of those days when nothing seemed to be going well in writing. Thinking the chapter is good, only to read it a few days later and find it’s not? Well, I having one of those day, I feel like I am going in circle trying to fix one paragraph or another. While Seasonal allergies is kicking in. Itchy watery eyes. L
Anyway, I think I am finished with this Chapter for now. But never know with me.
Chapter 19:Dragon’s Lair (I may change the title to Present time, which I find did not give an idea to the place my main character is in.)
“Who is she, Mordred?” The hooded male asked with a strong, rugged accent.
His cloak covered his facial expression but Mordred knew he was furious.
“My real mother,” Mordred met dark eyes. “Aaron, you’ve known her as another.”
How? His connection to Verona had been a well kept secret.
“Mordred, there’s trouble in your secret office.” The blond haired male said from the door, “Geoffrey is with your friend.”
Who granted him entrance to my private office? “Dam nit! Come on, Tristan.” Mordred said, “Aaron, find out why Modron appeared in Sherwood.” He realized his mistake too late.
Grr! A low growl came out from him. No one never dared to give him orders since his existence. His eyes darken, he’ll make an exception this one time.
My heart thumps faster, I had to leave this icy dark tunnel. How do I get out? Searching for an exit, a light breeze touched my arm. A child with dark wavy hair appeared before me.
“You must discover the truth.” Her eyes were a dark charcoal color. “And the curse they suffered.”
A mist formed around me, I now found myself in this strange courtyard. Huntingdon Manor?
Merlin help me. I thought.
“We’re not Nottingham, Verona.” The youngster said beside me. “But you know this place.”
My eyes widen in disbelief. Modron stood in the front row the crowd. How in the world..
“Listen carefully.” The child whispered.
The wind blow furiously as the knights brought the woman in front of Modron and two very well dressed couple. “I’ll ask you once more Grandmother, where is the stone?” The dark haired bearded stranger roared.
He’s under a spell! I glanced towards the child.
“No, he is pure evil.” the child said sadden.
“I told you before I will never tell you, John.” She said in a bold tone.
“Foolish woman.” A young blonde woman said.
“No, you are the foolish one.” She gave her an icy stare.
“Those whom marry into your family shall be cursed.” A bright aura surrounded this woman.
“Your words does not frighten me, Grandmother.”
“Oh you should John, for each night haunting green eyes shall visit you.”
“We have our mystic to break any curse, Grandmother.”
“No mystic can break this curse,” Silver aura surrounded her. “Only those connected to me shall break this curse.” She gave Modron a glare, “You’re power is unless in this time.”
“Enough get rid of her!” He roared, then towards Modron. “We can find the stone without her.”
My eyes widen. No, they weren’t going to..
The hood man came forwards, his expression was acidic as he brought her towards the gallows.
I took one deep breath, eying the rope I let the arrow find its target. The arrow ripped through the air, piercing the rope. A thick mist form around the gallows she vanished, leaving the couple stunned. Modron turned towards my way. I meet his shock green eyes I heard someone calling me in the distance.
My eyes opened.
“Hey there, my sweet.” A friendly male voice said.
My eyes widen. What was William Scotts doing here? I glanced around the office. The dark brown leather sofa was unfamiliar to me. The solitary illumination from the window blind behind the large antique desk. “Nicholas.” I said bewildered. “What happened to me?
He kept his face expression unreadable, “You had an accident, my dear Verona.” The lie came easy.
Oh, you got to be joking! I met his dark eyes. William Scotts never once called me his dear. “Why here?”
“This place was closer.” Why hadn’t she gone under his trance.
My eyes narrow, “Who are you?” Pure energy shot up from my hand.
“What the h…!” He jumped an inch away from her. “You’re one of them?”
The door flew open, Mordred and two huge heavy-armed, well-built men, entered. I could not help, noticed their swords.
“Well, we’re in time for the party.” the blond haired male with blue eyes said with a strong Irish accent.
“Careful Tristan, she has fire.” the dark haired, male mumbled.
“Geoffrey, you know the rules if we find food we share.” Mordred’s eyes were glowing a golden color.
My eyes widen, his two companions gave a dumbfounded expression.
Merlin where are you?
He cannot hear you. Mordred eyes said.
Geoffrey formed a black smoke and disappeared.
“Da…” another stranger cursed, while his two friends glanced towards the woman, whom wore a familiar cloak. If she was, whom she claimed to be nothing was not lost.
“Breathe Mother.”Mordred said coming next to me.
“How can I?”Blue flames shot through my finger tips . “I am not trained in magic.”
“Sh**!” Without thinking he placed his hands upon her right hand. He’ll either become a roasted duck or turn into ashes. But instead, he felt a cool breezes surrounding them.
In a golden meadow an imagine of a woman, in a turquoise blue dress appeared. “Those whom connected to my child shall be protected by her guardian.” A griffin appeared before him.
The blue flame subsided. “Nicholas.” There was a warm glow around us.
“Mord, are you okay?” Tristan asked, next to him. “Lady, if you have harm my dear old friend, me and my two cousins will …”
“Do not mess with her, Tristan.” the one with jet black hair said staring towards me. “Look at her necklace.
“My goddess!” Tristan exclaimed.
“Depends, on who you think I am.” I glanced towards the two men.
“She is.” Mordred interrupted her.
Pure energy surrounded him, his disguised was well shielded, as the other men.
“Then she is..” Tristan trailed off, his older friend stepped forwards.
“Lady Guinevere.” His green eyes held sadness, “You are lovely as your mother, Sarah.”
I glanced into his weary paled face, an eerie feeling came over me.
“Remember a forgotten memory, Dear child.” A distance voice said.
“Guinevere, you must always know whom to trust.” I heard the younger male say.
“Oh, Uncle Gibson.” I heard myself say, “You will always be my friend.”
“Someday, you will think differently, my dear.” he said with a faraway look.
I turned towards the dark forest, a dark hooded figure was forming.
“You cannot save them, Verona.” An eerie voice echoed.
Mordred felt a distance presence in his office. His hands went to her shoulders, but she did not respond.
“Verona Rose!” a stranger said in the entrance way.
“You.” Tristan glared towards the strange with piercing blue eyes.
I glanced towards the six-foot one, red-haired, medium built man. “Where are we, Nicholas?”
The stranger gave a puzzle look towards his cousin’s comment and the outfit she wore.
“We’re in my private office.” Mordred said in a sober tone.
My eyes widen, “How?”
“I’ll explain later.” He glanced towards the much older man. “Why are you in my club, Bailey?”
Okay, I leaving this Chapter before I decide to delete more paragraphs. Now, onward to the next Chapter.
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