My Writing: Huntingdom’s Manor

I will try to post updates on my writing twice a week, if the internet allow me to. Not fun when it goes out. ☹

 

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Huntingdom’s Manor

Remember me as I am not what I have become, my sweet love.

His words echoed in mind, as I stirred from a deep sleep.

Tick! Tick! Snap! What in the world? I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar

room.

Bells shriek in my head. Where am I?

Someone stirred in a mahogany chair near the fireplace.

Curious, I slipped off the bed.

Wow! I glanced towards the handsome dark-haired stranger asleep in a

sitting position.

Who is he? Fear spread over me. Did we?

“No, my gentlewoman.” His roguish blue eyes met mine.

Why does his accent sound odd? light-headed and weak, I grabbed the chair.

Two strong arms wrap around my waistline. “Easy, you were injured in the

forest.”

What forest?

No matter how hard I could not remember.

“W-where am I?”

“We are in Huntingdom manor.” His blue eyes met mine.

“Huntingdom?” A chill rushed through my arm

“Yes, are you not familiar with the manor?”

Remember! A voice command.

Pain spread through my head. “Ouch!”

“I will get old Merlin.” He informed. “He will check your wounds.”

Merlin?

Strange, she does not recognize him. He gazed towards her Why did she

arrive here?

“Sure.” My eyelids felt heavy.

Blurry images and voices surrounded me.

You need to remember them! A male stated.

“My sweet goddess!” A stranger stated.

My eyes fluttered open.

Blue eyes met mine.

She is beautiful. “Do you know her?” He asked the other stranger.

“No, should I?”

I kept my eyes lower and quiet.

“Lancelot!” He resents his friend sarcastic remark.

He met someone. Ouch! I shrank.

Who did he meet? A gruff male voice answered.

Oh my, her energy is disappearing. “You are in pain?” He acted fast.

His icy fingers touched my temple, I straighten.

“I am checking for pain.” He pointed out. “I found it.”

Warmth surrounded me.

A dark aura appeared and hissed.

“Leave here!” He commanded.

In seconds, the aura disappeared.

Memories raced through my mind.

Oh my goodness the whirl! My heart skipped a beat.

“I will find you, Verona.” A familiar voice echoed

“Your thoughts returned, my beloved child.” He proclaimed.

“Sorcery?” Lancelot glanced towards her.

“Where the stranger from earlier?” I inquired.

Da–! She remembers.

“Who?” Merlin stated. “No, I know the person.”

~~~End of Chapter One ~~~

~~~Note~~~

The name is Huntingdom’s Manor . I  am using a different  name  but auto-correction seems to think it’s Huntingdon  with letter  n.     🤔

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My Writing: Prologue

I  have decided to share a little of my work-in-progress,  Now, I  have checked for grammar error with Grammarly and Ginger more time than ever, But I could have overlooked some mistakes in misspelling . But never know with me.

 

Prologue

Trap

~~◊◊~~

The one who holds the key shall suffer heartaches and betrayal..

In secrecy, I studied the royal family who mingled with

aristocrats and their spouses. A traitor is among us. I held my

weapon hilt beneath my cloak.

A dark-haired aristocrat glanced my way.

Who is he?

You must protect him. Answered, a woman in my conscience.

A queasy feeling settled within my stomach. I gazed towards the

ceiling.

Blazing eyes met mine. We meet once more, Princess.

No, how is it possible?

Grr! A low revolted sound formed in my colleague.

A whirlwind encircled us.

“What is transpiring?”

“I will find you, my Love!”

I met his violet eyes. Now you call me, your love!

Do not be stubborn, Verona!

“A-!” The cyclone dragged me from my companion’s forearm.

~~~End of Prologue ~~~

I had to share this old photo shot of my childhood neighborhood. Yes, it’s out in the country

Have a great week!

My Writing: A Short Preview

My Writing: A Short Preview
After many hours of delete paragraphs and rewrites. I decided to share a short sample of my work -in-progress.  Now, I will admit I disliked deleting paragraphs but it had to be done.  Anyway, here is a short sample I checked in Grammarly and ProWritingAid for now I am leaving this Prologue a lone.

Prologue: Trap

In silence, I studied the royal family who mingled with aristocrats and their spouses.

Somebody is a traitor. But who? I held my weapon hilt beneath my cloak.
A large full whiskered, black-haired aristocrat darted my way.Who is he?
You must protect him. Answered, a woman in my consciousness.
A nauseous sensation rose up from my stomach. I gazed towards the ceiling.
Fiery eyes met mine. We meet once more, Princess.
My heart stopped.
Grr! A low revolted from my colleague.
A whirlwind encircled us.
“What is transpiring?” My fingers slipped from his.
“I will search for you, my Love!”
“A-! ” The cyclone dragged me from my companion’s forearm.

Oh yes, I have a cliffhanger for my characters.

Of course, I could not leave without introducing my new four legged friend.  I took this photo with my webcam. I think this photo came out okay. He’s twice that size now.

This little pup can bring a smile to a person’s face and cheer them up. Meet my little four legged friend Bandit.

 

Have a wonderful week ☺

My Writing: Epilogue

Okay, I have to admit when I first started writing this rough draft on post I was not sure I would finish editing it. Well, I proved myself wrong. After months of writing and editing this rough draft, I finally finished. Little sad to see this story end(for now that is.) And happy to be finally finish with this part.

 

Epilogue

Deep in a cavern a mist formed. A hooded man appeared. “She is in Sherwood.”

Hiss came from the dark corner. “My followers will find her and the keys.”

He bowed to leave. He hated this place and time.

“Is there more to report?”

“A younger woman appeared.”

Fiery eyes opened. “Who?”

“I do not know. I sensed darkness within her.”

“Her?” It hissed.

“Yes. A teenager with strange sword skills.” He cautioned.

“Her name?” It hissed furiously.

“Goes by Raven.” He replied.

Grr.. Came from the corner. “Find her.”

Okay, I will admit one thing the hooded man may or may not be Arthur. (Work in progress.)

 

Now, my next step is to leave this draft alone for a few days or weeks. Then read over and edit again. But never know with me.  I might decide to add a few other work in progress.

No matter what others say. Always follow your dreams… 

 

 

 

My Writing: A Chapter Rewrite

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.

 

 

My Writing: Chapter 17

Okay, after reading this Chapter once more , I decided  to rewrite the whole chapter. The first paragraph gave me a headache, it still does. If I read it once more, I might delete the scene. I will leave the first paragraph alone for now.  But never know with me.

Chapter 17: An Old Enemies Reappear

By nightfall we were well deep into dark forest, I heard unknown creatures growling and in the distance someone calling for help.  I glance towards Merlin whom kept on going without looking my way.

Oh great, he’s probably tick off. I wonder, bumping right into his back once more. “Oops, I am sorry..” I met his hard cold stare. If I did not know better, I would think he intentionally did this on purpose. 

Merlin turned, his mind went blank, a shadowy figure with glowing red eyes moved towards them fast.  He kept calmed, “Why must you think I am angry with you, Verona?” He placed had her hands in his now.

“You were a bit quiet.” My hands were hot.   I tried removing my hands away from his. Only to be pulled into his arms, what I saw in his blue eyes were pure fear. Nothing I have ever seen in his eyes before.

“Don’t move, Verona.” His voice was barely a whispered.  “You must do as I say, Verona.”  His eyes spoke silently now. I want you to run east, get to the lake. Hopefully Vivian is still there.

 “Well, what do we have here.” a sinister male voice said, “My two old favorite foes.”

I saw Merlin’s jaw tense up.“Modron.”

I turned towards the male voice. There stood a 6’5 heavy built, evenly, tanned blond haired man, an evil smirk appeared on his face now. There was something familiar about his dirty blond hair. Then reality struck he resembled my fifth grade teacher Mr. Morris.

Oh my heavens! How did he get here? My eyes widen in shock.

“Ah, I see you remember me, Verona?” Modron said, “Hmm, odd to see you here. But no matter, my master will be pleased to have both of y’all.”

Careful child, he is a manipulator, plays with your emotions. A distant voice echoed.

Oh, this is bad! I noticed the dark aura surrounding him, the same aura, I witness in the tower.

You think, I do not know that, Verona. Merlin’s eyes said to me now. “Last I heard you had a fall out with the Fairy King.”

Fairy King? I glance towards him now.

 

“My fallout with Alfred is none of your business.” he said, “Y’all will be joining him and the others soon.”

An image of a cave with great darkness flash though my mind, people were in cages. Oh my heavens! Fear came over me.  I felt Merlin tight grip on my wrist. You must run without looking back here, my love.

I was about to comment when suddenly.

“Hey Modron, why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Lancelot said from behind Modron. He had a very large sword in his hand.  The design had Celtic and Runes Stones symbols.

“What are you doing here!” Merlin exclaimed furious. This would ruin everything.

“Saving you from making a big mistake.”  Lancelot said.

Modron turned towards face Lancelot, “Oh, I have been looking forward to this meeting.”

“Can’t say I have.” Lancelot grinned before adding, “I’ll sit this one out and let my two friends battle out with you, Mod.”

“No matter.”  Modron said, “I have my friend here also.”

 I saw a dark shadowy figure began to form around him.

Oh my heavens! I have seen this figure before in.., I could not remember. Something was blocking the image.

I glanced towards Merlin, who looked grim. Did he know what this figure was?

Yes, this is our worst nightmare. My Love. He silently thought. In a low voice not be heard. “I want you to run, while Lancelot distract him. ” he said, “I can protect you but its power is stronger than both of us.”

My eyes widen, I will not leave without you. I thought.

You must Now go! “I can only keep him busy for a minute. I will find you.”

A heavy feeling came over me. I could not shake it. I did a doubt take as a large hooded figure appeared with Bors. 

“Lancelot!” Merlin mumbled, “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Well, tough Merlin. You are not the one who choose faith!” Lancelot exclaimed.

What was he saying!  I glance towards Merlin.

Lancelot met my eyes. “Run Verona.”

I caught a glance of movement in the corner of my eyes. There stood a huge dark beast.

Without thinking, I ran deeper into the forest. Only then did I realize Merlin had not place a protective shield around me.

Okay, I wanted to make this Chapter to be more intriguing with a little twist surrounding Verona and Merlin.  Oh yes, Lancelot just could not stay put. It seems he knows something also.  Now, I am heading to the next Chapter before I decide to rewrite the last three paragraphs.

 

 

 

My Writing: Chapter 16

Okay, after looking over this Chapter a few times, I decided to leave it alone for now. But never know with me.

Chapter 16: Lost Child

 “Now this is a surprise or shock.” a familiar male voice said.

Why did he sound so familiar?  I glanced towards the oak tree, to find a very handsome and young dark  haired stranger with fair skin, all in black. From the leather overcoat to black jeans and bottom shirt.. (Okay, I will have to rewrite this paragraph.)

 “Mother said to expect trouble, I never thought to see you here..” He trailed off then stared towards the brunette woman, whom haunted his dreams . “Who is the woman?” 

My heart skipped a beat, I knew who he was.  A newborn child came to my mind now. 

“I see Morganna enlisted you to guard Sherwood, Mordred.” Merlin said dryly with hatred in his blue eyes.

I found my voice as I said, “That is not his name.” I felt the energy, in my right hand again. I hatred the one whom had given him that name.

He was next to me in a blink of an eye. I could see the darkness surrounding him and distance look glow deep in his eyes of memories. Then it hit me. If I seen my memories would he see.  I looked straight into his blue eyes. His father’s eyes.  I thought.

What do you mean like his father? Merlin held her left hand  tightly.

“What was my name then?” he asked furious or was it a challenge.

“Your real name was Nicholas Arthur Robin Plantagenet, like your father and grandfather.” His face paled. Yes, he does remember. “Let it be shown to him like it was shown to me.” My right hand went on his cold clammy hands. He jumped by the electrical shock and looked in disbelief. You’re one of them!

“You fool he is a …” I heard Merlin say but it was too late.

One moment we were standing in the cold dark forest,  next in the tower where a younger version of myself held a newborn “You will be name Nicholas Arthur Robin Plantagenet.” I heard, “Like your dear sweet Dad and your Grandfather. But we must not say it loud, they are two fearsome men.” Kissing his forehead, “They wouldn’t  know what to say by this.”

I saw a smile on the newborn’s face and a giggle. I glance towards both men who was stunned and shock, I notice the darkness around Mordred was nowhere to be seen. In a flash the room became cold, another scene played out. It was the one I had seen before. I wonder if I could knock that b… out.

No, you can only see what she had done.  A distant voice answered.

It does not mean I won’t Mother. Mordred said for her ears only.

I glanced towards him in disbelief. You heard him also? Once I asked the question,we were back in the forest the moment he said this and his aura was a bright silver color now.

“Y’all are free to pass.” he said meeting my eyes. I will never forget what you just shown me, Mother. Gripping my hand tightly. Then to Merlin, “So, the old man was actually my father.” With a smirk, his blue eyes said. Keep her safe and Get a room.

Get a room? That was a modern day word. I looked at him in disbelief. My face flare up while Merlin shot him a glare. I notice his arms held me tightly.

Watch it, she can hear this! His eyes said.

The smirk turned into a large grin . “Oh, just as I thought.” he mumbled, the sudden change came over him once more. “Go now, I can only hold its presence for so long.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“A very dangerous and ancient creature .” he said, “It feeds on energy and h…” Trailing off as he hurried away or flown away.

I looked towards Merlin’s paled expression. “What was he?”

“A creature of the night.” Merlin said with a haunted look.

No, I thought with tears in my eyes now, “He cannot be a vampire?”

“Well, he was.” Merlin said boldly, “Next time do not try to touch or go near anyone like him.”

Anyone like him! What are you saying?

I sense the hatred in his voice and the coldness in his eyes. Why are you acting like fool?

Before pulling my hands out of his and turned away which I found to be a big mistake for his hands came around my waistline and swung me to face him once more. His eyes were darker than ever before. Was he angry?

I pulled  my hands out of his hold and turned away, which  I found to be a big mistake.  His hands came around my waistline and swung me to face him once more. His eyes were darker than ever before. Was he angry?

If I was you would know my love. Pulling me into his arms, he kissed my forehead.  “We must get going.”

“Okay, but answer one thing.” I said meeting his blue eyes.  “Do you know what this evil presence, Mordred spoke of?” I asked soberly.  (Okay, I will be rewriting this sentence.)

“It’s an old enemy.”  How could he have forgotten the dark creature with sinister red eyes.   There was no name for this creature,  only horror.

“Can you stop it?” I asked.

“You will never defeat this creature without the thirteen keys.” A voice whispered into the wind. “and its’ Guardians.”

 

 

Okay, I wanted to make it more intriguing with another surprise about Verona, which Merlin will figure  out  eventually.  As for the newest character, he does have a few secrets of his own also.  

Now, to my next Chapter, before I decide to rewrite this Chapter. 

Have a wonderful weekend!   🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Writing: Chapter 12

Okay, I have to admit this chapter was the hardest one to rewrite. Yes, rewrite I was reading the paragraph over and realized something was missing.

Ever wrote out a scene and slowly new characters makes their grant appearance? Well, two new characters made their appearance.  I was just writing out scene 15 and 16 when these two characters began to form. I might leave them in this Chapter for now. But never know with me. As for errors I may have overlooked some.

Chapter 12: Secrets ( I have to change this title)

Lancelot was just about to leave when he turned towards me with puzzled expression. “This is an unusually ring.” he said, “Where did you get this lovely ring?”

I had to think for a moment an image of a short, tanned, curly brunette girl came into mind, “Please promise me to keep this ring safe for all time, Verona.” 

As fast as the image came, it faded quickly. Drain was how I felt.  “It belonged to a dear friend, whom would have wanted you to keep it safe.”

Safe from what? A distance voice asked.

Why did I have this feeling a piece of puzzle was missing here. I ignore this cold eerie feeling.

“Lancelot, time is an essence.” Merlin said in a bold tone. 

“Oh yes,” Lancelot said, then in a whisper, “Good luck you’ll need it, Verona.”

He crossed the doorway very slowly and meet Merlin, “Keep my dear cousin safe, Merlin.” he said in a sober tone. I never actually heard him speak this way before. There was coldness in his eyes.  “Don’t get into trouble.”

Merlin stared towards his friend’s back then towards me. His blue eyes looked puzzled for a moment. “Here is a change of clothing.” 

He handed me, a pair of tan trouser and a very large white silk shirt. I met his concerned eyes, “Was I asleep that long?” I asked.

He took my hands into his large rough hands now, “Yes, you were in a very deep sleep.” He brought my hand to his lips and gentle place a kiss in my left palm.  “I will be out in the hallway, if you need anything just call.”

I met his questionable eyes, “I will be fine.” I said with a tight smile.

Once Merlin was out the door I quickly slipped out of my dress and into the outfit,Merlin had on hand. Strange, why did these clothing look modern. It even had a tag inside of the shirt. Oh no, this wasn’t from this era. I wonder. Could he travel through time travel?  I thought looking into the large mirror.

You asks now watch and learn , Verona. A female’s voice said.

Imagines began to play out in the large mirror in the corner of the room; however, each time I tried to focus on one imagine  another would form.  The feeling of watching a movie came to mind. Instead of going forward the imagines where going backwards.  Until it came to a stop in the garden I was in last evening.

I recognized Morganna and.. No, it cannot be Merlin! I thought.

Look closely and listen. A tiny voice  whispered in my right ear.

He wasn’t Merlin!

“The poison should have killed her, Morganna.” a dark haired stranger with an odd accent said, “I’ll find another way.”

My breath became shallow.  A blue mist formed within the mirror,  an old oak tree appeared, next to it stood a beautiful bluish gray wolf with golden eyes staring back towards me. Standing next this beautiful creature, was a very tall evenly tanned stranger with long hair as  black as the night.His sea green eyes stared back toward me.  However, I did not know him. 

“You’re ready to learn the truth, my sweet.” His words made my skin crawl with uncertainly.

My breath became shallow.  Blue mist formed within the mirror once more.  An enormous old oak tree appeared now, next to it stood a beautiful bluish gray wolf with golden eyes, which  stared back towards me. Standing next this beautiful creature was a very tall evenly tanned stranger with long, black haired and glowing sea green eyes.

“You’re ready to learn the truth, my sweet.” His words made my skin crawl with uncertainly.

Golden Runic symbols were engraved around this  oak trees. Where was I? This place made my eyes tear up. I know this place. (I might keep this part and add more details.)

Look within, you’ll remember. A distance voice echoed.

A knock came at the door Merlin re-entered. He gasped, “What’s wrong?”

Drain and paled  I looked away from the mirror. “Oh nothing.” I mumbled avoiding his eyes. 

My eyes widen for a moment I saw something dark and sinister behind him. My hand went my mouth.

Merlin did not see what she saw but he felt a strong presence of some kind in the room. Without alerting Verona, whom  behavior was puzzling now. “If you’re ready we must be going.”  (Okay, I well be rewording this part again.)

“Sure.” I whispered, my pickle up. “Where did you get these clothing?”

“Oh, I just had them around.” he mumbled in a sober tone. Without another comment we left the room.

Something caught my eyes as I crossed the threshold. The mirror suddenly vanished into thin air.  I ran right into Merlin’s hard lean back.  He swung around with this dangerous glance. “Verona this..What is wrong?” he asked.

“That mirror just vanished.” I said breathless.

What mirror? There was no mirror in his chamber. “Please describe this mirror to me?”

“A Cherry oak wood frame , with leaves carves on the top and bottom.” I said, “And…” 

“Were there any inscription in silver on the sides?”  His heart was beating faster, he knew only of one mirror. However, his friend guarded it now.

“Yes, Runic Letters.” I said. He looked surprised. 

“How do you know of those symbols?” he asked.

“I have always known those symbols.” I said walking away, “Could we leave now?”

He stared towards her. She was hiding something.

Oh, will you be able to face the truth when it’s reveal?

 

Okay, I wanted to make this Chapter intriguing by adding a mysterious  mirror, two new characters and a clue to Verona. Now, I am  moving on, before I decide to start editing and rewriting this Chapter once more.

 

Have a nice weekend.  🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Writing: Chapter 11

Okay, To be honest this Chapter gave me a  headache, there were  a lot of rewriting. The third paragraph is still bugging  me but I’ll leave it alone for now.

Chapter 11: Dark Secrets

“Morganna, Joan, and  Brisen did something to bring an evil presence here.” Robin said in a sober tone then to me, “You’re the only one can see its’ presence, my dear child.”

What about Merlin? I wanted to ask but instead I asked “Are you effected by this spell, as well?” (I will have to rewrite this sentence.)

“I might be in different areas of this manor.” His eyes met mine, “Trust me, you do not want to know what I become.”

“When can we leave?” Merlin asked flatly.

I noticed he did not act surprised by Robin’s comment.
“Early dawn,” Robin said in a careful tone. “You can leave through the garden gate.”
“I will get our gears together.” Merlin said glancing my way.
Robin spoken careful and sincere; however, something flickered in his brown eyes. My hair on my arms raised up as a cold chill passed near my side. A faded image of a sleeping figure formed into my mind.  It took only a second to realize the truth.  Something dark and wicked filled the air, I glance towards the cobblestone wall near Robin.( I will be rewriting this paragraph, I want to show more and do less telling.)

 “I am feeling much better now, Earl Huntingdon.” I said, “I think I shall return to my chamber now.” Sliding off the bed, my feet touch the cold hard stone floor. “It was a pleasure meeting you.”
“This will keep you warm from the coldness, my dear.”
He handed a velvet green cloak, which hid a bow and arrow. In a  low whisper, “Be safe, dear child.” To Merlin, “See you in the morning for the wedding.”
His brown eyes spoken, Keep her safe or I will hunt you down.
Grr! A low growl was heard.
Merlin pulled me into his arms, “We will see you in the morning.”
Was that a growl. I wanted to turn
towards Robin, however his back was turned after from us, Merlin held me tightly. as we fled the chamber.
A minute later, we entered the bed chamber, where Lancelot, Bors and William sat with their head. They looked like their best friend had passed away.
“Hey, why the lone faces?” I asked, Merlin scorned, “Who died?”
Lancelot jumped from his chair and pulled me into his arms. “I am so sorry, Verona.” Giving me a bear hug. I could hardly breathe, “I should have followed you outside. Elaine
kept me from going to you.”
“Easy Lancelot, can you not see she is
turning pale.” Bors said coming up to me, “Is she alright?”
“Oh, I am sorry.” Lancelot released me. I
could not help notice Merlin sharp glare towards him now.
What Gwyn was not good enough for you? I silently thought bitterly. “I am, Okay.” I dared not to see Merlin reaction.
“No, she is not okay. I don’t call sleeping for a whole day and half the evening, Okay.” Merlin said soberly, “Someone tried to poison her.”
Say what! I shot a cold stare  towards Merlin. (I will reword this sentence also.)

“Who would do such thing?” Sir Bors asked flatly.

“I can think of two people, cousin.” Lancelot folded his arms.

“Is Lady Verona life endanger here?” William asked, his eyes went straight towards the green cloak in my hands. “Robin gave you those?”
“Yes, to both questions, Will.” Merlin said, “But he will not help us in any way now.”

“What do you mean?” Lancelot asked.I could see mix emotion from William and Merlin. Were they not going to tell him. 

You must tell him! A woman voice said.

“The enchantment is  very bad.” I said boldly, “Thanks, to Morganna, Duchess Joan and Brisen doing.”
Let them believe this, Verona. But there is more to this than meets the eyes. A voice answered in a distance.
“What are we to do, Merlin?” Sir Bors asked seriously.
“We must leave here later on tonight.”Merlin said soberly.
“Then we must get ready.” Sir Bors said boldly.
“I must see to Galahad and Elaine.” Lancelot said. My
hand stopped him from leaving. I  shook my head, No. I knew he could not follow, where we had to go. This cause a great pain within me. “No, only two must go there.” I felt a strong pull. an image of trees were surrounding me.
“You must find them!” Green eyes exclaimed.
Merlin’s hands covered my hands, I took a deep breath.( I will be adding  more details.)
“What does she mean by no?” Sir Bors asked glancing towards Merlin’s hand.
“You have to go into Sherwood Forest.” William said in a flat tone.
“Robin told us to enter Sherwood through the garden.” Merlin said, “It is not the safest way.”
“Then we must go with you, A- Merlin.”Lancelot said, “I will not say anything to Elaine or Gawain .”
“No Lancelot.” A tugging feeling came over me, “You must stay and protect your family members and my older brother Bors here.”
“My lady, you are such a sweet person.” Bors said hugging me, “Strange, it is feels like I’ve known known you all my life.”
A vision of a younger woman hugging him came to mind.  Maybe he did.  A tiny voice with a French accent echoed in my mind.
“I will show you another way to leave the manor,” William said guardedly. “But it is dangerous.”
“You’re talking about the dragon’s cavern.” Merlin said soberly,

“Yes,” William said in a sober tone.

“We will leave now.” Merlin said. 

“I thought we were leaving later on.” I asked puzzled.

“If Robin was as you seen him,” William said sadly, “He will inform the Duchess.” He took my hands and whispered, “Do not hate him nor me.” 

“I do not hate him or you, Uncle Will.” I whispered into his ears, then aloud, “I wonder, what I would have said to you,if we’ve met a few years back in Sherwood Forest?”
“Hmm, maybe we did, my lady.”
William said with a wink, he turned towards Merlin n, “Safe journey my friend
and keep this young one safe.”
“Farewell, my friends.” Lancelot said taking my hand he raise it to his lips.
I saw another place my friend Melanie was introducing me to her fiance, who looked similar to Lancelot. The images vanished quickly,  I had to give him my ring.
“Lancelot take this to remember me,” I said, taken my ring off, which had two little diamonds around a turquoise stone. “You can even give it to Lady Elaine as a wedding present.”
“Hmm, that’s a good idea.” he said with a smile. “You would have made a great cousin,Verona.”
“You and Bors, as well.” I noticed Merlin frown. Why was he jealous?
“William, where is this secret passageway?” Merlin asked soberly.
“You have to go through the great hall, on your right.” William said, “You better take good care of her, A-Merlin.”

 

Okay, I wanted to make this Chapter more intriguing with a little twist and more clues on Verona’s past.  Now, I am heading to the next Chapter before I decide to rewrite the second to last paragraph again.

 

 

Have a wonderful weekend.  🙂

 

 

 

 

My Writing: Chapter 5

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.”

***

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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