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My Writing: Chapter 8

Okay, after looking over and rewriting some paragraphs, I am moving  to Chapter 9. I will leave this Chapter alone for now. But never know with me.

 Chapter 8: Old Friend
“Take her to him.” The auburn haired woman said, handed  a child with long brown hair to him now.
“I will not let you stay and face her alone, my dear sister.” A much younger Will Scarlet said.
What she had done next brought tears to my eyes as the cavern went in on her. As fast as the images came, they were gone. I meet his glance now and said, “She gave you her child to bring to her husband in the forest.” I said, feeling the cold air hit my face and Merlin’s grip my arms tightly. “But her grandmother gave her this necklace to send her to another place and time.”
Is this what I am supposed to remember? I wondered.
Yes, my sweet. A familiar voice answered back.
“She is a seer?” Bors asked puzzled.
“Merlin explains now!” William exclaimed, his facial feature  shown mixed emotions.
“She was found near Mystic Lake.” Merlin said, “Do not deny there is something amiss here in Nottingham.”
“Yes, Guinevere is not herself.” Will said, eyeing me now, “Another thing, I do not remember coming back to Huntingdon Manor. Nor being friends with the duchess.”
“That is true.” Bors said, “I was in the forest near Camelot when suddenly I am here.”
“Is this a spell we are under?” Lancelot asked.
“ We are not affected, But other are.” Merlin said boldly and then to me, “What do you think, Lady Verona?”
“The duchess is a b….” My temper soar up. I noticed Merlin’s brows rose a bit while Lancelot and the other two stood uncomfortably.  They all knew what she was! Why did Merlin let me go? I  gave him an icy glare. 
“I needed to know what she was up to and who she was cohort with.” Merlin said, turning to Lancelot and Bors, “Are you surprised to see Breuse here?” (This sentence might have to be rewritten.)
“Very, I thought y-Arthur banished him from Camelot?” Lancelot said glancing towards Merlin’s unreadable facial expression then towards me. “Breuse was a very dangerous person.”
“He did.  It seems he’s Duchess Joan  new plaything.” Merlin said harshly, then he turned towards me, “If I have known this, I would not have let you go there alone.”
Why did I have this feeling  he was hiding something from me. “The duchess said, I am to be presented to the Earl tonight at the wedding.”
“Wedding, is it not too soon?” Lancelot asked, glancing towards Merlin stormy face.
“I thought Guinevere and Arthur were to wed?” I asked, shocking all four men.
“Yes, in Camelot not here.” Merlin said harshly. His eyes grew darker.“I will not allow her meddling  or have Lady Verona be presented to Robin like a trophy.”
I notice dark clouds forming over the manor and glanced towards Merlin. His piercing blue eyes grew darker, were rage and something else.
Look closely Verona. A female voice echoed. A silver aura appeared near him.
No, he could not be. I informed myself now, there was someone else whom was also a great wizard. however, he did not show many his true nature. Maybe that’s the reason why he’d lost me- her.
His blue eyes met mine and the cloud cleared a bit. “I must think,” he said, glancing towards Lancelot puzzled face, “Keep an eye on her like she is your very own sister or cousin.”
“You can count on me, Merlin.” Lancelot said grinning.
Do not steal her from me or I will not be grateful. Merlin eyes seemed to say as he turned towards me, “You will be safe with your dear cousin, my sweet.”
“I have no doubt about that.” My eyes asked in silent. When are you going to tell me your true identity ?
I will later, my beloved. Merlin eyes seemed to say as the circle was broken.
Disheartening, I slowly walked behind the other men, in silent with my head down.  I only stop when  Merlin pulled me behind a huge oak tree. I met his stormy blue eyes.  The kiss was quick and I did not have time to think.
“I will be near you at all time.” He mumbled before leaving me behind.
Oh my! I covered my heart, my hair on my arm pickle up. I glanced towards the dark eerie forest.
You will never find him!  A sinister voice echoed into the wind. 
Find who?  I thought a chill came over me. 

 

Okay, I have to admit I did add that last sentence. I just could not leave without adding a little bit of mystery.

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My Writing: Chapter 7 (When Chapters Goes Wrong)

Okay, this Chapter was bugging me a bit. I could not figure out the problem, until I realized I listed the Chapter titles wrong.  Oh yes, I goofed up on the Chapter titles and page numbers. I am not perfect.

Ever have one of those days when everything is going well, then everything goes haywire all at once. Well, that’s how my day is going right. It’s no fun to rewrite chapter titles or page numbers, but that doesn’t bother me.

 

Chapter 7: Duchess’ Claws  (I might change this title.)

A minute later I stood in this gloomy, dark color room. The only light the shined was from a window, facing the forest. My senses were on high alert, an uneasy feeling came over me. I waited for the duchess and her two companions to enter the room. 

“Oh, here you are.” Duchess Joan said. Two petite women, blonde and brunette haired girls, whom looked curiously towards me, “Girls, this is Sir Lancelot’s cousin Lady Verona.” (I will have to reword this paragraph.) 

The way she stressed my name made me realized she was suspicious of whom I am too. On top of that, there was this strange, deep, evenly tanned, dark haired man with green eyes that glare my way at the entrance. He was dressed like a pirate. I did not trust him a bit.

“Please have a seat, Lady Verona.” The Duchess said, “Breuse, please send for my tea.”

“Yes, my lady.” he said, stepping out of the room.

“So, you’re Lancelot’s cousin?” the blonde with blue eye asked.(I will be adding more description to the young lady’s outfit.)

Watch what you say, Verona. A voice echoed deep into my mind now.

I said, “Yes, we are distant cousins.”

“Maria mind your manners,” the Duchess said in a disapproving tone now, “Or you will be sent to the servants”

“Of course, my lady.” She glared toward me.

“Pay no attention to her, Lady Verona.” The duchess said, eyeing my necklace,“Such A lovely necklace.”

“Oh, it looks like the one Lady Sarah has once worn.” the dark haired  girl said,“But, somehow the design is different.”

“Veronica,” the duchess said with fury in her green eyes now, “You must excuse her rudeness.” Glancing towards me, “Where did you come by this necklace?”

Be very careful, Verona. A voice echoed in my mind now.

“It was a gift from my grandmother.” I said as an image of an elderly woman with long auburn hair came to my mind now.

“When she is older she’ll know her true gift,” she had said to a medium height woman with dark auburn hair and eyes of emerald with a babe in her arms.

I blink the image away Duchess Joan glanced towards me in confusion.

“Y..- your grandmother must be proud of you?” she asked with a harsh tone both young ladies jumped and glance my way.

I was about to answer, when Breuse returned with Elaine and another young woman wearing a long colorful dress.

My instinct told me something was seriously wrong here.

“Ah, Elaine please put the tray on the table.” the Duchess said, “Lady Verona, I do not suppose you have heard of my granddaughter and young Arthur of Camelot will wed tonight?”

“I have heard there were to be a wedding when the hunting party returned.” I said uneasily now. Why did I feel sad now? I silently thought.

“Yes, they will be back shortly and you will be presented to the Earl of Huntingdon.’ the duchess said harshly now, “Who will enjoy your company isn’t that right, Brisen?”

“Oh, she will do perfectly…” she trailed off as my right hand went up; her smile froze in place she backed away. “What in…”

Her smile sent a cold chill over me, I felt a pulled of some kind, I had trouble trying to breathe, the door to the quarter flung opened, Merlin and Lancelot with two new faces I did not know entered. (Okay, I will have to look over this sentence, which is bugging me.) 

“Ah, the tea party has started without us.” Lancelot said cheerfully, “Hello girls, my lady.”

“Oh, Sir Lancelot and Sir Bors.” the duchess said puzzled. “Sir William.”

I noticed Breuse stiffen a bit by the sight of these men who met his cold glare.

There was pure jealousy in his eyes and something else.

Sir Bors was slightly taller than my 5’5 and wore his black hair, to his shoulder length and probably ten years older than I.

“Duchess,” The older curly dark haired man said, narrowing his brown eye towards the other man, “Breuse? I had no idea you were here. Did you not go with the hunting party…”

“I have only arrived this morning and was a little curious about Sir Lancelot’s cousin.”

“You mean my little sister.” Bors said soberly as he gave me a warm familiar smile.

The aura around him a pure white like Merlin and the other man called William.

I heard both girls gasp in disbelief. “Oh, why did you not say you were Sir Bors’ sister.” they said quickly backing away.

The duchess icy glare towards the other man. “We would have prepared a huge meal.”

Why did this feeling like I seen this before? I thought silently

Maybe you have in a different time, my love. Merlin‘s eyes seemed to say.

Be careful of illusions, Verona!

“Yea, “the duchess said coldly, “Would you be joining us for tea?”

“Actually, we must pass.” Sir William said, unable to take his eyes off me, “The Earl would like to speak to Lady Verona.”

I felt a sudden change in the older woman’s face and her tone now, “Oh, well then she may leave.” she said boldly, “Come along girls.”

Merlin took my arms and rushes me out of the room behind; Lancelot, Bors and William, I noticed Breuse stare hard towards us as we left.

Was that a growl! I heard from him.

We quickly ran from stairs and outside, There was  a difference in the air. I felt a strong vibe now.

***

He is sleeping, only you can awaken him. A voice whispered into my ears.

Who is sleeping? I wondered Merlin glanced towards me now.

“You heard that also?” Merlin asked, keeping his hold on me.

I only Nodded.

“Merlin, who is she?” William asked in a sober tone.

I notice he stressed Merlin’s name  this puzzled me.

“Before I say let me cast an enchantment spell.” Merlin said, “What is said in the circle remain here for no one or presence to hear now. So may it be.”

I had not noticed  the large circle, until I felt pure energy shot through the ground and glance up towards Merlin, who place a finger on my lips.

“Wait a minute.” he said, “Do you see anything out of the ordinary here, Verona?”

Something was different! I glanced around people were speaking  in the distant and the smell smoke of food cooking. There was no dark aura around us. “This is Nottingham and there is no sign of  darkness.” I said puzzled, “Why does the garden feel different Merlin?”

Careful Verona! A tiny voice exclaimed in the distant, I chose to ignore it.

“Ah, very good we are where we should be.” he said, “Verona, this is William Scarlet and the one who is suppose to be your older brother is Borus.”

No way, William Scarlet! I silently thought to myself.

 

Okay, I wanted to make this Chapter a little intriguing with new characters. Also, a little more about Verona.  Now, Merlin may have a few surprises coming his way.  I think I am finished with Chapter 7 for now. But never know with me. Also, I may have over looked some grammar errors.

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My Writing: Editing Chapter 3 Once More

Okay, after almost two months trying to fix these paragraphs I think I may have finally finished correcting it. But never know with me. I might find something wrong with it again.

 

 Chapter 3: Rivals 

The minute door closed the atmosphere in the room, became extremely cold with a foul odor; of rotten food. I knew something  was  a midst.  Morganna! A sorceress who could manipulate  anyone.

Her stare did not frighten me, “Who are you?”

“I’m a distant cousin of Lancelot.” Not showing my fear.

“So, it seems.” she said seductively, inching her way towards my side.

I will not let anything happen to you!  A distant voice exclaimed.

A thin an electrical blue current shot through the side of my bed. Morganna

jumped away from my bed. 

She hissed! I looked  towards her in question as she rubbed her arm.

A knock came at the door and there stood young  brunette teenage girl. There was something awfully familiar. “Lady Guinevere, I brought thy clothing you asks for.” a young brunette teenage girl said uncomfortable.

The fake Guinevere gave me a hateful glare before turning sweet towards the girl, “Please help Sir Lancelot’s cousin with anything she needs.”  she said, “We will talk much later.”  

(I am trying to make it sound medieval. Does this work or Not? Ever had one of those day when the words just does not work right?  This is one of those days.  Need Coffee!)  Now, back to Verona and Guinevere. I mean Morganna and the young lady.)

The very thought made my skin crawl. I focus on the young girl had to be fourteen.  I was not quite sure. “I can put those on.”I said kindly.”What is your name?”

Her green eyes glared deadly towards me, “Elaine.” she said, “My Lancelot never mentions his cousin coming here.”

Lady of Shalott! “I am here for the wedding.” I said, taking the ill looking clothing from her.

She throw the ill looking dark dress towards me.

 Beer! I thought catching the dress.

Okay, In this scene I wanted to show tension between Verona and her two rivals. If I do another edit or find something wrong I will show more.

“It is ale!” A voice exclaimed in my mind.

“If you do not mind I can do this myself.”I said kindly.

“Of course, my lady.” she said bluntly, “I’ll just fix this bed.” Her eyes met mine, “The screen is over in the corner.”

I  ignored the teenager’s coldness and hurried to dress and was aghast by how low the front of the shirt was, I felt exposed.

The low v- cut shirt dipped down. If that was not worse, the skirt had a long slit down the side this was not a dress for a social event. No, this was for some Tavern barmaid. I had no intention of having every man stare my way. “Is this right?” I asked, trying to pull the cover cloth to cover the top of my chest.

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I might have to come back and change some words in the top paragraph. Never know with me.  Also I am posting a second part to this post. 

 

 

 

 

My Writing: Editing Chapter 3

After editing this Chapter about three times,  I think I will keep what I wrote. But never know with me, I might read it again and decide to change a few paragraphs. Even though I looked over it and checked the spelling there maybe a few error I may have missed.

 

 

Chapter 3: Rival

The minute he left the atmosphere became very cold and misty; I knew that this was not Guinevere, but the one called Morganna, if I remember my history right. She was a witch.

Her stare gave me a cold chill, “Who are you?”

“I’m a distant cousin of Lancelot.” I said uneasy now.

“So, it seems.” she said slyly inching her way closer towards my side. However, she came to a halt as she received an electrical shock. She jumped up from her sitting position. I looked up towards her in question as she rubbed her arm, I thought I heard her hiss; however, before I could say anything more.

“Lady Guinevere, I brought thy clothing you asks for.” a young brunette teenage girl said with blue eyes that reminded me of someone I once knew.

The fake Guinevere gave me a hateful glare before turning sweet towards the girl, “Please put it over there and help Sir Lancelot’s cousin with anything she needs.”she said, “We will talk much later.”

The very thought of seeing this woman again made my skin crawl as I focus on the young girl who had to be fourteen or maybe older I was not quite sure. “I can put those on.” I said with a smile; however, there was no warmth. “What is your name?”

“Elaine.” she said, her green eyes shot me a deadly stare, “My Lancelot never mentions he had a cousin coming here.”

I stared at her in disbelief. This could not be the Lady of Shalott. I thought to

myself. I noticed she was also a very jealous at that. “I came for the wedding.” I said, taking the clothing from her. There was this foul odor of beer. No, not beer atthis time what did they call it now.

“It is ale!” A voice exclaimed in my mind.

“If you do not mind I can do this myself.”I said kindly.

“Of course, my lady.” she said bluntly, “I’ll just fix this bed.”

I ignored the teenager coldness and hurried into the dress and was aghast by how

low the front of the shirt was, I felt exposed.

The low v-cut shape shirt dipped down almost to my bosom. If that was not worse, the skirt had a long slit down the side this was not a dress for a social event. No, this was for some Tavern barmaid. I had no intention of having every man stare my

way. “Is this right?” I asked, trying to pull the cover cloth to cover the top of my chest.

A knock came at the door before she could answer and the door flung open and there stood Merlin with a small jar in hand, his eyes glance my way only for a moment.Was that a spark of interest? I thought to myself, before his face became red with fury.

“What is this?” Merlin roared out towards the girl who back a bit. Never in his years of knowing her had she ever done something so childish as this.

“The clothing for Sir Lancelot’s f..cousin.”

she said bluntly. “This is what Lady Guinevere said to bring.”

“Ah, I see.” he said, his eyes went astray to her bosoms before return to face the other brunette woman. With her long straight hair tangle up, she had looked like she just awoken from a deep sleep and this outfit had him imagining things that he should not have been. “This is not a proper outfit for a young maiden from a respectful family, nor is she a tramp in a bar, tavern, Elaine!” His blue eyes met her eyes as she back away suddenly. “Now be gone.”

I thought I saw her match his glare; I must have imagined it. She was now heading for the door.

Pig headed fool! She silently thought bitterly. “Y-yes, oh great one.” the teenage girl said with tears in her eyes and hurried out of the chamber so fast that she nearly ran into Lancelot.

“Hey, Lana waits up.” Lancelot said, puzzled, carrying clothes with a well dress

woman in the room. “Look who I found.”

“Oh, Duchess Joan, this is an honor.” Merlin said, placing a kiss on the side of her  face.

 

 I think something is about to happen here with these to characters. I wanted to make this part as tense as possible.

 

 

 

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My Writing: Editing Chapter 2

Okay, after editing  Chapter Two  for the fourth time. I think  I am ready to move on to the next Chapter. But never know with me. If I read it again, I might find something wrong with the first paragraph.  (This paragraph I wrote twice since last week) Even though I did edit this Chapter I may have miss some words.

 

Chapter Two: Here And Now

It was late afternoon and raining when I left the cottage William had rented.“If I never hear or see you again, it will be for the best, Mr. Scotts!” I exclaimed furiously, running out the door and into the thick trees. I was so ticked off, to notice how heavy it started to rain or the coldness around me.My clothing was plastered to my skin, making me shake a bit.
“Do not go out there, my Love.” I heard him shout, but too late, I was already half
on the wooden bridge with tears in my eyes, I did not notice the sign, only a woman calling my name on the side of the bridge in the water.
“I did not understand.” I said, confused feeling a little shaky to my shoulders and soft lips over mine. However, I could not open my eyes just yet.
“I know only another true sorcerer who studies under Merlin and he will know that you know this also, my dear child.” she said, “Take heart and fear him not.”
***
Why was she sleeping and breathing hard? He silently thought with his hands on her exposed shoulder, her skin was soft and smooth. As he glanced down her pale face that had an even tan from wherever she had come from. If he really wanted to see he could use his magic to see, however, there was too much dark magic in this area, for him to focus right and he sure did not want his enemies to realize there was an outsider from a different time here.
****
My eyelashes blink as whoever lips descended onto mine or was it also a dream.
No, it is not, my sweet love. A male voice echoed in a distant in my mind now.
I open my eyes to find Merlin icy stare towards the strange curly blonde haired woman with green eyes at my side. I recognized her instantly and felt pure hatred for what she had done to me. No, Guinevere. I silently thought to myself.
Do not deny who are you, child. A male’s voice said in a far off distant.
“Oh Merlin,” the blonde haired woman said in a sorrowful tone, “You did not say she was injured badly. Just look at that bruise on her forehead a right hand.”
I stared in disbelief towards the blonde haired woman for only a moment before Merlin’s hand came over the top of my right hand, where there was a nasty bluish color. A sensation shot through my body as I glance towards Merlin, who kept his expression unreadable now. “Ouch, that hurt.” I said as he let go of my hand suddenly now.
“Is her hand broken?” the blonde haired woman asked with concern, however, her green eyes had this sinister look.
Why should this bother her? I wondered to myself as I saw concern in Merlin’s blue eyes before it became cold again.
“No, Guinevere.” he said puzzled. Why had I missed these marks, “I have some salve in my room.”

“Why don’t you fetch it for our guest? Guinevere said innocently , “I will keep our guest company.”  (Okay, I had to re word this sentence.)

If he refuses, then she would know what he knew about her and would ruining everything.”I will be right back,” he said soberly.
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Okay, in the last paragraph I wanted to show a little tension.  Now,  onto my next Chapter. Hopefully, I do not decide  to re edit the whole Chapter again.

 

 

 

My Writing: Editing Chapter 1

Okay, I am glad to say that I am finished editing Chapter One first draft for now that is. Never know with me, I might find something wrong with it.

 

Chapter One : Distance Time

“Now the truth was known.” he mumbled as chanting began.

My life passed before my eyes. I began to stir from my sleep, I had tears in my eyes. Oh, what a dream! I silently thought. The thought of being in a castle and Queen Guinevere being poisoned. Made me shiver. “That was what I get for watching old movies before bed.” I mumble, to myself, dragging myself out of bed. Why do am I so drained? My feet touch the stone floor and heart skipped a beat.  I became aware of the unfamiliar stoned wall room and this bed.

A huge fireplace was on one side while a huge chair was on the other side. How in the world did I get here! I thought. For the first time in my life, I did not know how I got here. I tip toed near a chair where  a handsome bearded, dark haired man slept. He was sexy as sin.

Wow! Was I still dreaming?

“No, you are not dreaming, my lady.” the young man with piercing blue eyes said this strange accent. He sat up straight.

His words were of old English and clothing’s were out of date. I stepped back and felt light headed suddenly. Before I even realized it, he jumped off the large mahogany cushion chair.

“Easy.” he said, guiding me back, to the large Victorian bed with red drapes around it. “You have taken a nasty fall when I found you in the forest.

What forest? I glanced into his blue eyes and saw something familiar in them. Blurry imagines began to form. I manage to find my voice now, “W-where I am?”

“You’re at Huntingdon Manor,” he said with this puzzled look.

No way- could I be in England? Sure, I have always wanted to visit Nottingham and Sherwood Forest. As a child. I once pretended that I met the legendary Robin Hood, who brought me to visit a strange manor guarded by griffin. I even imagine doing spells with the famous Merlin.

My imagination was the reason I did not have a boring childhood with the… What were their names.

Are you sure it was your imagination, Verona? A tiny voice answered in the distance.

“You are foreign, maybe French?” he asked boldly.

How could I say yes when I did not remember? “Ouch!” I said as my hand went to my forehead, a sharp pain shot through my head.

Without knowing what was happening, I felt my feet come off the floor and back into the bed. “I will get old Merlin,” he said with this worried glance.”You stay here.”

Merlin? I thought this was Nottingham. I stared towards the knight, whom gave me a strange stare. “Sure.” I said, feeling the room start to spill. I held my stone necklace for comfort.

“Oh my!” a stranger exclaimed.

Wide awake now, I met a bearded man with dark blue eyes staring towards me now. Before I could speak, he turned towards the blond haired knight.

“Do you know who you have here?” His sharp and suspicious voice made me jump.

“No, should I?” he asked boldly.

I could tell the young man annoyed him with this comment by the glare that passed them. I kept silence in hope this was still a dream. “Of course, Lancelot,” he said in a loud irritated voice, I flinched in pain.

“Are you in pain, dear child?”

Lancelot, but he was the one who found… I silently thought as a sharp pain came. Why was my head hurting so much?

Whom did he find? A male voice asked in my mind as a foggy image came to me now.

As fast as the image came in was gone, leaving me stunned and drain. Who was he? I jumped when icy fingers touched my forehead. His touch was gentle and soft; yet felt familiar. His brown eyes met mine with a suspicious glance.

“Fear not child, I am only checking for a pain,” he said in a calm voice. “Ah, this should do well.” His hands became warm suddenly and my head started to pound faster before it subsided. “Out of thee, and into thy pure air.” he said chanted. A dark aura appeared, then it vanished into the air leaving me fatigue.

This was no way to spend my vacation in England. I thought as bit and pieces of memories came back to me now. I was here searching for something or someone .. I wondered if it was with the man I left behind? I got my answer when an electrical shock that passed through my hands, which made him jump in surprise something passed in between his eyes only for a second it was gone now.

“Ah, you are remembering who you are, my dear child.” he said frankly, “You may talk freely now.”

“How did you know I could not say anything?” I asked remembering the spell. It was foggy, but I remember these words.

“Only a true sorcerer will know this enchantment spell, Verona.” the auburn -haired woman with sea green eyes said, “And it’s time to confront him again.” With a kind smile now, “I know you are brave enough to face him once more.”

“You mean she was under a spell?” Lancelot asked impress now, “And I saved her. Oh, it’s my lucky day.”

I glanced towards him in confusion now since he was not the same man who sat on the chair next to the fireplace earlier. “You’re not the one who was here earlier.” I said suddenly.

Merlin glared towards Lancelot frozen smile, “Who was in here with her?” he asked boldly, “No, need I know who was in here.”

Was it my imagination or did Lancelot give this older man a dirty look. No, my eyes are playing tricks in this dim light from the fireplace. “We were a bit curious to whom she was?” Lancelot said boldly then to me with a gentle smile, “What is your name milady?”

I looked uncertain towards Merlin, who blue eyes shot me a curious glance, “My name is Verona.” I said calmly, “I am from a distant place.”

“No, you are my love Guinevere.” a male voice echoed in my mind now, which I ignored.

“Your clothing says a different time.” Merlin said soberly.

His piercing blue eyes roam over my clothing for only a second but something deep inside of me stirred, puzzled I had to turn my glance towards Lancelot, who kept quiet. “Where is here?” I asked boldly which brought Lancelot attention as he came near my bed.

“This is Nottingham.” Merlin said boldly, “We are here for the Earl of Huntingdon’s daughter nuptial to Arthur Plantagenet.”

No, something is not right. I thought to myself. I do not remember anywhere in the history books of An Arthur Plantagenet marrying someone from Nottingham. This was a joke, Right. Alternatively, was it a dream? This thought made me begin to giggle suddenly. This made both men stare at me strangely.

“Is she still bewitched Merlin?” he asked, confused and stepped away.

“No, she is in shock.” Merlin said with this concerned glance towards me now, “You must rest now, Verona.”

“I am sorry. I did not mean to be rude.” I said, feeling sleepy, suddenly I glance towards Merlin. Why did you put a charm on me? I silently thought to myself  Sleep came over once more.

No, Not my doing, but I would like to put you somewhere, my dear. His blue eyes seemed to say, which made me feel uncomfortable now.

How did she know? He turned towards his best friend now “See if anyone has something for her to wear, Lancelot.” Merlin said soberly never leaving his eyes off her sleeping form. “We do not want anyone to think she is a spy or something worse.”

“Of course, Merlin.” he said flatly, “I will send Gwen up here.”

“No, keep her and her grandmother out of this room.” Merlin said seriously now. “Tell her and everyone else Lady Verona is your cousin and had the misfortune of losing her garments in the yesterday rain storm.

 

I will say this again , I am not perfect in editing and I may have miss some words.

 

 

 

My Writing: Rewrote Prologue Once More

Oh yes, I rewrote my Prologue once more. Like before, that one paragraph is bugging me.  I wanted to show the reader the sight and sound of the festivities that was around my main characters.

So, here I go again. Like I always mention I may have missed some errors.

Prologue: Forgotten Past

I stood behind the festivities, in the great hall of the castle. No one took notice of me, in my velvet green cloak that covered my face or the sword on my right side. I held it tightly as I scan the crowd for someone. My eyes wander towards the throne, where the royal family stood. A familiar stir came over me as bluish eyes met mine. Who was he? I wondered. The dark haired, handsome tanned, young man stood with a blonde haired full figure woman, whom worn a sea green gown. She looked canny and sinister with the smirk on her face. Why did I want to rip her into tiny pieces? My eyes then travelled to the dark haired, evenly tanned, skin tone teenage boy. I felt my right hand tingle sudden. (It’s this paragraph that is bugging me.) 

“Easy Verona.” A hard, stern male voice inside now. “Watch and listen.”

“I condemn those associated with the Earl of Huntingdon.” the king said boldly.

His words brought anger to me. Why was he condemning this Earl? I listen more for clues.

One of his loyal servants asked, “But why, Sire?”

“Silence, the king has spoken.” The bearded, dark haired stranger in a black robe said sternly.

I felt pure hatred towards him.

“What do you see around him?” my companion asked.

A dark shadow appeared around him and the blonde woman. I felt fear.

“He is as evil as she is.” I whispered to him and felt the pure energy surrounding us.

“You’re correct, my dear.” he said, taking my right hand now, “It’s time to remember this young king.”

This was a dream, right? I silently thought to myself, as we moved backwards.  I felt a strong pull towards the young king..

His blue eyes reminded me of someone. I felt sadness in them now.

“Guinevere?”

I am not her. I silently thought afraid now, as the elderly man held my hand with a firm grip.

“Do not let go my dear.” he said soberly, “You must not deny your destiny.”

“What destiny?” I asked confused. My only comforted now, was my birthstone necklace, which held a griffin in the center of it. “I have no destiny here.”

“Ah, but you do, my dear child.” he said, “Look towards the teenager and remember what should have been.”

As he said this, I glanced towards the boy, who met my brown eyes. He knew I was there.

In an instant I was in bed-chamber, where a young brunette haired woman, in a long velvet green gown paced by the huge cobblestone window. Here I could see luscious green hills and trees. I glance back towards the woman now. A newborn baby boy slept soundly, in her arms. I had this sudden urgent of gentleness. But there was something in the way she paced from the huge wooden door to the window, She was waiting for someone or something. I thought, feeling a pressure in my chest.

“Her lover.” a female’s voice answered into the wind that started to blow furiously, as dark clouds approached.

I knew she was right, for I felt it in my heart as tears came to my eyes. Where was he? I wondered. “Careful on what you ask for, My sweet.” he said, “Focus on this scene, Verona.”

My eyes narrowed as the dark presence disguised as the blonde from earlier entered the room carrying a tray, with the greenish goblet on it. I felt a sudden fear come over me. Something was wrong here.

“Oh, Queen Guinevere,” the blonde-haired woman said with a sorrow expression. Her green eyes held none. “I just heard the news of our dear King and his men.”

This brought the brunette woman’s attention and narrowed her brown eyes ready “What happened to them?” she asked.”Or should I say what have you done, Morganna?”

I wanted to swipe that smirk off her face. “Oh, They will not be coming back to Camelot and Merlin gone forever,” she said with an evil laughter.

I glance towards my companion in shock. I could not make out his facial expression from the black cloak he wore over his face but I did hear a growl.

“What you do to him, Morganna?” she asked boldly. “Oh, he is sleeping somewhere.” she said, stepping up to her now, “Now give me, Mordred.”

I notice the flash in her brown eyes of anger by that name, “His name is Nicholas Arthur Robin as his Father and his grandfather,” she said flatly. “I will never allow you near him.”

“Foolish child, nobody knows this, for you will not live to see or tell.” Morganna said using her amulet. “And you lost your amulet, as a child. Your mother cannot help you now.”

I saw something dark formed around her amulet. “Fear not, we are only witnessing of what happened,” he said, holding my hand tightly now. “Now hand over the newborn, Guinevere.” Morganna said forcefully, “Never, you may use your dark magic on me, but I swear someday, I shall return and hunt you. Nicholas will know his true name.” she said. Her eyes rolled back into a trance state and handed her child to this woman.

I wanted to cry for the baby as I watched in disbelief.

The shadow formed around Guinevere and without trying to fight it, she took the goblet into her hands and drank the red potion.

The minute I saw her fall on the hard cobblestone floor I felt pain. The huge wooden door flung open by a knight with a falcon on his shield.

“My goddess! What did you do, Morganna!” he exclaimed, kneeling next to her. He touched her neck for a pulse.Only I knew she was gone

“But not lost, My Dear.” my companion said, his eyes glowed dark.

“She is dead.” he said with disbelief.

“And so are you,” she said.

I could see the dark haired bearded knight with green eyes consumed by the dark shadow. Before it could attack him, I noticed a familiar ring around his neck attached to a black leather rope.

I wanted to call out, but I knew better.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

©V.ROSE DEMET ™2014

My Writing: A Short Story

Okay, I am taking a break from my writing to post this short story idea, I thought of a few days ago that just kept popping up.  This is an unedited short story that I felt I had to post for today.

 

Words Cannot Explain How I felt Writng this. ©V.ROSE DEMET ™2014

Words Cannot Explain How I felt Writing this Short Tale . ©V.ROSE DEMET ™2014

A DEDICATION TO A RICE FARMER

 He walks the quiet lonely rice field with his shovel over his shoulder, each day and evening.  He checks for overflows, run off and leaks in the rice field levees.

Those who seen him says he looks the same, as the day they first meet him. In his straw cowboy hat, he even worn the same faded blue long sleeves wrangler shirt and jeans. And of course, not to forget his green hip boots, for walking in the muddy water of the rice field.

Only now a days he doesn’t speak, maybe to those who can see him on a lonely sunny day.

From what I know a few have seeing him walking in the distance fields with his shovel over his shoulders and some have even heard the old John Deere’s smoke pipe whistle, while plowing away, at dust in rice fields, that haven’t been planted in years.

For strangers who happens to meet him, will have a tale to tell about their visit to Southwest Louisiana.

To be continued…. Maybe? 

 ©V.ROSE DEMET ™2014

Okay now, I am going back to editing my Chapter 1 and 2.

 

 

 

 

My Writing: Second Draft

Okay, after reading the first draft I found some many error I decided to change a few things and one character on the Prologue page.

Here is the edited version from my first draft.  Hopefully, when I read it once more, I won’t decided to rewrite the first paragraph. But never know with me. As for grammar errors I found a few but I may have missed some.

 

Prologue: Forgotten Past

I stood behind the festivities, in the great hall of the castle. No one took notice of me, in my velvet green cloak that covered my face or the sword on my right side. I held it tightly as I scan the crowd for someone. My eyes wonder towards the thrown, where the royal family stood. A familiar stir came over me as bluish eyes met mine. Who was he? I wondered. The dark-haired, handsome tanned, young man stood with a blonde haired full figure woman, whom worn a sea green gown. She looked canny and sinister with the smirk on her face. Why did I want to rip her into tiny pieces? My eyes then traveled to the dark-haired, evenly tanned, skin tone teenage boy. I felt my right hand tingle suddenly.   

(The top paragraph was rewrote about five time before I felt satisfied with it. But it may be change again.)

“Easy Verona.” A hard stern male’s voice said beside me. “Watch and listen.”

“I condemn those associated with the Earl of Huntingdon.” the king said boldly.

Why was he condemning this Earl? His words brought anger to me.

One of his loyal servants asked, “But why, Sire?”

“Silence, the king has spoken.” The bearded, dark-haired stranger in a black robe said sternly.

I felt pure hatred towards him.

“What do you see around him?” my companion asked.

A dark shadow appeared around him and the blonde woman. I felt fear.

“He is as evil as she is.” I whispered to him and felt pure energy surrounding us.

“You’re correct, my dear.” he said taking my right hand now, “It’s time to remember this young king.”

This was a dream right? I silently thought to myself, as we moved backwards.  I felt a strong pulled towards the young king..

His blue eyes reminded me of someone. I felt sadness in them now.

“Guinevere?”

I am not her. I silently thought afraid now, as the elderly man held my hand with a firm grip.

“Do not let go my dear.” he said soberly, “You must not deny your destiny.”

“What destiny?” I asked confused. My only comforted now, was my birthstone necklace, which held a griffin in the center of it. “I have no destiny here.”

“Ah, but you do my dear child.” he said, “Look towards the teenager and remember what should have been.”

As he said this, I glanced towards the boy, who met my brown eyes. He knew I was there.

In an instant I was in bedchamber, where a young brunette haired woman, in a long velvet green gown paced by the huge cobblestone window. Here I could see luscious green hills and trees.

I glance back towards the woman now. A newborn baby boy slept soundly, in her arms. I had this sudden urgent of gentleness. But there was something in the way she paced from the huge wooden door to the window, She was waiting for someone or something. I thought feeling a pressure in my chest.

“Her lover.” a female’s voice answered into the wind that started to blow furiously, as dark clouds approached.

I knew she was right for I felt it in my heart as tears came to my eyes. Where was he? I wondered. “Careful on what you ask for, My sweet.” he said, “Focus on this scene, Verona.”

My eyes narrowed as the dark presence disguised as the blonde from earlier entered the room carrying a tray, with the greenish goblet on it. I felt a sudden fear come over me. Something was wrong here.

“Oh, Queen Guinevere,” the blonde-haired woman said with a sorrow expression. Her green eyes held none. “I just heard the news of our dear King and his men.”

This brought the brunette woman attention and narrowed her brown eyes ready “What happened to them?” she asked.”Or should I say what have you done, Morganna?”

I wanted to swipe that smirk she worn off her face. “Oh, They will not be coming back to Camelot and Merlin gone forever,” she said with an evil laughter.

I glance towards my companion in shock. I could not make out his facial expression from the black cloak he worn over his face but I did hear a growl.

“What you do to him, Morganna?” she asked boldly. “Oh, he is sleeping somewhere.” she said stepping up to her now, “Now give me, Mordred.”

I notice the flash in her brown eyes of anger by that name, “His name is Nicholas Arthur Robin as his Father and his grandfather,” she said flatly. “I will never allow you near him.”

“Foolish child, nobody knows this for you will not live to see or tell.” Morganna said using her amulet. “And you lost your amulet, as a child. Your mother cannot help you now.”

I saw something dark form around her amulet. “Fear not we are only witnessing of what happened,” he said holding my hand tightly now. “Now hand over the newborn, Guinevere.” Morganna said forcefully, “Never, you may use your dark magic on me, but I swear someday, I shall return and hunt you. Nicholas will know his true name.” she said. Her eyes rolled back into a trance state and handed her child to this woman.

I wanted to cry for the baby as I watched in disbelief.

Whatever, the shadow  formed around Guinevere and without trying to fight it, she took the goblet into her hands and drank the red potion.

The minute I saw her fall on the hard cobblestone floor I felt pain. The huge wooden door flung open by a knight with a hawk on his shield.

“My goddess! What did you do, Morganna!” he exclaimed kneeling nest to her. He touched her neck for a pulse.

I knew she was gone.

“But not lost, My Dear.” my companion said his eyes glowed a midnight color.

“She is dead.” he said disbelief.

“And so are you,” she said.

I could see the dark-haired bearded knight with green eyes consumed by the dark shadow. Before it could attack him, I noticed a familiar ring around his neck on a black leather rope. (I might delete this part.)

I wanted to call out but I knew better.

 

 

 

©V.ROSE DEMET ™2014

 

 

 

 

 

My Writing: One Step Towards My Goal

Okay, I will say this all month long, I have been busy writing my second manuscript that I started in November for NaNoWriMo.  Yes, if anyone guessed it, I decided to try Camp Nano and I am happy to say I reach my goal in finishing  one part of my manuscript, which is shaping up a bit. But the outline still need some work and a lot of editing.

 

Okay, now here is a sneak peak of my second manuscript Prologue.

One thing I am doing a little different with this story. I am writing it in first person. Not sure if I will keep it in first person or go into third person.

Prologue: Clues To A Forgotten Past (This is my first unedited Draft and Camp Nano project that I finish Tuesday night.) 

I worn a velvet green cloak and stood behind a large crowd in the castle’s great hall, from  here I could hear their voices loud and clear. How I came to be here I did not know. I only knew someone was by my side, from where we stood nobody seemed to notice us, it was as if, we were invisible. But, I could smell the aroma of food and smoke in the large fireplace. I could even see the thrown and the young sandy haired handsome king speaking to his royal subject. A familiar stir form deep inside my stomach. Who was he? I had no idea nor did I know why the five foot five, petite, full figure, blonde haired woman, dress in a royal green gown, that match her eyes, gave me this uneasy feeling. There was also this young teenage boy with the same hair color as the king. I noticed there was no warmth in his eyes nor for the subjects in the room for a moment I felt sorry for the boy.

Something is not right with this scene. I felt a sting my right hand.

“Listen to what they say, Verona,” A tall white haired elderly man said.

His crystal blue eyes made me think of my grandfather.

“I condemn anyone who associate with the Earl of Huntingdon or his family members.” the king said boldly.

He words brought fear and anger to me, why this person was condemning an Earle, as I listened for more clues.

One of his loyal subjects asked, “But why, Sire?”

“Silence, the king has spoken and that was all ya’ll needed to know.” The bearded, dark haired stranger in a black robe said sternly.

I wanted to pull his hair for no reason and this confused me a lot.

“What do you see around that man?” the elderly man asked.

I stared towards him instantly, a dark shadow appeared around him and the blonde woman.

“He is as evil as she is.” I whispered to him and felt pure energy surrounding us.

“You’re correct my dear child.” he said taking my right hand now, “It time you remembered who this young king is or was.”

Was, this is a dream right? I silently thought to myself, as we moved towards front of the great hall, I felt a strong pulled towards the young king, who had to be in his mid-twenties or thirty.

His blue eyes reminded me of someone I once knew but could not think to who. I also felt sadness in them. It was almost as if I could hear someone asking,

“Guinevere?”

I am not her. I silently thought afraid now, as the elderly man held my hand with a firm grip.

“Do not let go my dear.” he said soberly, “You must not deny your destiny.”

“What destiny?” I asked confused, holding my birthstone necklace that had a griffin in the center of it. Before I knew what I was saying, “I have no destiny here.”

“Ah, but you do my dear child.” he said, “Look closely at the teenager and remember what should have been.”

As he said this, I stared towards the boy, who stared back towards me. Unafraid. Almost like he knew I was there.

In an instant I stood in the corner of this empty bedchamber to where a young brunette haired woman, in this long velvet green gown paced by the huge cobblestone window, where the eyes could see beyond the hills and trees.

In her arms a newborn baby boy slept soundly, this brought a sudden urgent of gentleness in me. But, there was something in the way this woman pace from the huge door to the window that made think me, that she was waiting for someone to return. Or time was running out.

“Her love.” a female’s voice answered in the wind that started to blow furiously.

I knew she was right for I felt it in my heart as tears came to my eyes. Where was he? I wondered.

“You will get thy answers you seek soon.” the elderly man said, “But first you must focus on this scene.”

Without saying a word, I watch as a dark presence entered the room, disguised as the blonde woman that I saw earlier.

My eyes narrowed at the tray with a green goblet on it, for some strange reason I knew what was in it. Something was not right about this as I felt a sudden fear come over me now.

“Oh, Queen Guinevere,” the blonde-haired woman said with this sorrow expression, however, there was none in her green eyes. “I have just heard of what has happen to our dear King and his men.”

This brought the brunette woman attention and narrowed her brown eyes almost ready to leap on the other woman; however, she held her child tightly. “What has happen to them?” she asked.”Or should I say what have you done, Morganna?” 

©V.ROSE DEMET ™2014

 Now,  I may have some errors in grammar and probably spelling. But this is after all  my first rough draft.

 

 

 

A pink Rose before it turn white. ©V.ROSE DEMET ™2014

A pink Rose before it turn white.
©V.ROSE DEMET ™2014

I just had to post this photo I took the other day of this Rose. Plus, it was a nice afternoon.