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Alexis
The instant Alexis had walked into the room the widow had inhaled sharply and the woman's son stood up and offered her his arm. "Lady Alexis would you care to show me the gardens?" Alexis glanced at her aunt before answering kindly. "Certainly Mr. Turner I would be delighted to." Her eyes searched for Elias who was not in the room at the moment. As she left the room with the son the mother was heard to tell Jean that Alexis was simply breathtaking. After the dinner an hour or so later the party was started and the widow went home after giving Lady Jean her approval on her niece.
Alexis couldn't seem to get five minutes to herself no matter what she did. She was the bell of the ball and introduced to at least a dozen suitors who decided that she would be theirs. She felt more like a prize in a game and had she realized how wealthy she was it would have dulled her joy at all of the attention. She did relax enough to enjoy herself. A few glasses of champagne didn't hurt either. It seemed she was constantly being handed a new glass. Every time she accepted another partner to dance with another invitation to another party was given to her by the families of said suitor.
Alexis was so happy and a little bit giggly but she wanted to see her partner who had seemingly disappeared on her right after they arrived in the city. She was in the ladies room and heard a rumor about Elias. One of the ladies was talking about the drinking and partying he was doing. Alexis felt her spine stiffen when the woman said he was quite enjoying the women too. Alexis felt sick at what she heard. She left the ladies room and went back out to the party.
It was just then that she saw him and she had to take a deep breath. He looked so handsome. She noticed the other women staring at him too and she couldn't help being jealous by it. She was careful not to show it in public though. Alexis wondered if he would even recognize her. She tapped him on the shoulder. "Elias? Didn't you get my note?" She asked him quietly.
It was at that moment one of her suitors, a Lord Dresden took her arm in his. "Oh excuse me, Lord Dresden, I need to speak to Mr. Grimm for a moment."
The handsome Lord Dresden was not so thrilled about giving up the beautiful young woman's arm but he nodded and walked a few feet away to get more champagne for her.
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Granted but your stick of gum is stuck inside the belly of the beast.
I wish that money would land in my lap as easily as bills do.
I wish that money would land in my lap as easily as bills do.
Alexis
Over the next few days Alexis was almost constantly in her underclothes as tailors constantly were measuring and fitting her for new dresses in varying degrees of purposes. There were morning dresses, day dresses, evening dresses, riding attire and ball gowns. Dresses were arriving for her every couple of days for the next two weeks. Her Aunt Jean said that she should not worry about the cost as it was her money too.
She informed Alexis that her parents left her a lot of money when they died. Alexis was basically rich and everyone seemed to know this but her. She escaped from the tailors and put on her hunting pants and snuck out to the barn. She had to tuck her hair under a cap and disguise herself as much as she could. Women weren't allowed to do the things she was used to doing, like wearing pants. She missed Merle a lot.
Alexis had been so busy with tailors that she hadn't seen Elias either. Missing him was a bigger problem. She could see the way he took in all of the ladies' appearances and it was making her jealous.
Peter the stable boy came in and saw her in her pants and blushed furiously. "Miss Alexis? Miss Jean wanted to see you. Some of your dresses have arrived and she needs you to come inside and try them on right away."
Alexis sighed unhappily and closed the door to the stable of the horse she had just taken out and slowly headed back inside to change, again.
While she was being poked and prodded and stuffed into her new dress she looked at herself in the mirror. "I don't even look like me." She murmured. Her Aunt looked at her in the mirror and smiled.
"Yes you do. This is the new you. We have company coming for dinner in a couple of hours. They'll be here in an hour so don't get wrinkled. I'll send Mrs. Baker in to do your hair and help with your makeup. I'll send up a late snack in a few moments. The Turners are coming and Elias will be at dinner as well I believe."
After Aunt Jean left she turned to her maid, "Who are the Turners?" Her maid became very animated and described the widow Turner and her son who was in his mid thirties. "They are nice and wealthy enough but the man is average looking and he is quite attached at his mother's skirts if you know what I mean."
"Thank you Beth. Oh, can you take this note to Mr. Elias for me?" She handed her maid a sealed letter and the young woman nodded and left the room.
The note read,
Elias,
I'll see you at dinner tonight. The Turners are coming. It's a formal occasion. Please meet me tonight so we can train.
Alexis
The knocking at the front door stirred up the chaos in the house. The servants were on their very best behavior. The most polite and respectful staff one had ever seen. Aunt Jean was alerted to their presence immediately and she came down the grand staircase is a swish of skirts. The company was shown into the parlor. After a few moments she was supposed to enter the room. That way all eyes would be on her Aunt Jean had said.
Sighing as she took one more look at herself in the mirror she still couldn't believe it was her. There was a beutiful, mature looking woman staring back at her with more cleavage showing than she had ever shown in her life. She wanted to cover up with a shawl and her maid wouldn't let her. Her hair was up in a fashionable style that complimented her. All trussed up for her first social meeting she walked carefully down the hallway as her heels were also higher than she was used to wearing. Down the stairs she went and when she heard her name in conversation she entered the room. Her eyes immediately searched for Elias.
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Zandaria's brow raised and then she spoke. "The year is 618. A white witch is a witch that tends to fight for the good and righteous morals and not criminal activity." She could see the smell of lunch tempting his nose.
"Eat, you look like you need it. Let's see, Camelot was considered to be almost a fairy tale until King Arthur disappeared and Lancelot and Guinevere killed each other, presumed to be a lovers spat or that the King killed them for adultery himself, before running off. No one knows exactly what happened. Who is this she you speak of and where is she supposed to rule? If she is gone all this time she couldn't still be alive after 136 years. You are a fool to run after someone long dead."
"Fairy tale? Hardly, in a kingdom where all is fair nobody ever received what is fair. Arturia, her real name was Arturia. 'King Arthur' was actually a woman. Lancelot and Guinevere were married, and they didn't kill each other. Michael killed them in front of me, Guinevere with her own arrow. Right before Michael killed the knights, he told Arturia that she had heard legends of herself. Since she hadn't yet done anything in the past, that means she must still be alive. I'd guess Michael is keeping her in a time loop somewhere, although why is still an answer I seek."
Zandaria finished the bite of stew she was eating and looked at him critically. "Or it could mean that he changed history when he took her. My counterpart? How interesting. Upon realizing that I am a witch you assess yourself aloud as my counterpart and wonder if I shall strike you dead. Fear not Merlin. I do not usually strike fear in others unless they are hurting someone." Zandaria continued eating and noticed the tiredness around his eyes and the pallor of his skin. He would be a nice looking man if he had not been neglecting his own care.
Merlin ravenously attacked the stew that had been set before him, his willpower giving way before his hunger. "So let me recampf," Merlin half said with a mouthful of stew. Swallowing, he continued, "you're a witch that does good deeds, in hopes of what? That heaven will open up the pearly gates? Unlikely."
Zandaria was careful how to respond at first. "No, I think that it is the right way of doing things. If I can make the world a better place then I should. I try to be a good person although I am not without my own flaws." Feeling like there was more to this than just pure discussion she put her fork down and looked at him.
"What do you want from me and why?"
"Want from you? I want to copy your powers. I sacrificed Camelot for powers a witch cursed me with. I can copy anything I see." Merlin took three more massive bites and finished off his stew.
Zandaria looked at him like he had slapped her silly. She got up and put her bowl in the sink and turned to look at him.[color=ed145b] "What do you mean you sacrificed Camelot for powers?"
"So you think it's okay to steal my powers by mimicry and then just do whatever you like? Were you planning on killing me with them?" She chuckled halfheartedly. "I have no powers. My magic is mostly in spells and potions."
"Yes, I did. Camelot was doomed regardless. I'd do it again, and I intend to kill Michael. It seems you have a vendetta against him as well...it's a real shame you have no powers. Can you at least tell me the worlds current status?"
"We don't get much information beyond the English throne. Most of our information is local. Last I heard Glenhallen and Verduth were going to have their games this next week."
She purposely avoided his gaze. She knew what he was doing. He was hoping to catch her in the act. "I'm going out to the garden." She knew he would likely follow her. The thought of using her powers to stop him in his tracks and see how long it would take him to figure it out was tempting. If he made her too angry she could always blow him up but he was a good looking man and there just weren't many of those around.
Getting down on her knees she started pulling weeds away from her plants and she looked up at the sun and sighed as she worked. "So even with powers how were you intending on following Michael? It's not like dimensional travel is something most witches or druids can do."
Merlin sat there as she walked back outside, thinking hard. He heard her question from inside. "I stole his power of dimensional travel. It seems to not be working right though, I tried to phase to where he was. Here I am instead, and I can't really seem to use it anymore."
He got up and walked outside to talk to her. "You said Michael killed your fiance. What would you do if you could save him? I am a druid, all of my base powers reside in healing. All I've done all my life is save people. Yet now Arturia is gone, the knights are dead, and Camelot is history."
Redressing what she had said earlier he asked "what is the English throne? I've never heard of this country, English." He walked over to her and kneeled down, "do you need some help gardening?"
Zandaria glanced up to find him only inches from her face. Suddenly she was physically very aware of him. She sat back and looked at him again.
"The english throne of England. Britain sort of split and they are both ruled by a royal family." She rocked back on her feet and stood up. Her senses were picking up on the fact that he was indeed a handsome man who had gotten very close to her physically.
"He did and since it's not possible-" She shook her head. "This Arturia? She means that much to you? Did she know you cared so much for her?"
"Um, I-I need some water." She walked over to the well and pulled up a bucket of water. As she drank a cup of water slowly she thought to herself and wondered about her reaction to him. Why him? She was around men every day and never had she had any kind of physical reaction to any of them no matter how good looking. She continued to wonder about this.
Merlin sat there even after she rose. He found the ignored question curious, but not overly concerning. "Of course not, she was king. I was a lowly druid who happened to be useful to her. Besides, she loved justice more than anything."
He stood up and stretched his arms. "Honestly, I don't know what to do right now. I need to gather up power so I can face off against Michael again. I'll kill him, I will slay the Earth entity and save Arturia from her fate no matter the cost."
"Again? You fought him before?" She looked him over and he appeared to have all of his parts. "How? How can you have survived his attacks. I have powers that could kill and I couldn't-" She stopped realizing what she said. She turned away and went into the house.
"What? Wait! You told me you had no powers. Why lie to me witch? I can't copy anything I don't see." Merlin threw his arms up in the air in disgust. "I can copy powers. I took his, that insane speed. The strength was overwhelming, I couldn't even control it. I've lost it all though,..he struck me somehow with his phasing. The strength I had taken is probably the only reason I'm alive."
Zandaria came out of the house and corrected him. "You took nothing from him! You copied it therefore he can control it just a little bit better than you at how they are used. You don't know what the triggers are and how to handle them. That doesn't come with having the power instantly."
Zandaria's brow raised and then she spoke. "The year is 618. A white witch is a witch that tends to fight for the good and righteous morals and not criminal activity." She could see the smell of lunch tempting his nose.
"Eat, you look like you need it. Let's see, Camelot was considered to be almost a fairy tale until King Arthur disappeared and Lancelot and Guinevere killed each other, presumed to be a lovers spat or that the King killed them for adultery himself, before running off. No one knows exactly what happened. Who is this she you speak of and where is she supposed to rule? If she is gone all this time she couldn't still be alive after 136 years. You are a fool to run after someone long dead."
"Fairy tale? Hardly, in a kingdom where all is fair nobody ever received what is fair. Arturia, her real name was Arturia. 'King Arthur' was actually a woman. Lancelot and Guinevere were married, and they didn't kill each other. Michael killed them in front of me, Guinevere with her own arrow. Right before Michael killed the knights, he told Arturia that she had heard legends of herself. Since she hadn't yet done anything in the past, that means she must still be alive. I'd guess Michael is keeping her in a time loop somewhere, although why is still an answer I seek."
Zandaria finished the bite of stew she was eating and looked at him critically. "Or it could mean that he changed history when he took her. My counterpart? How interesting. Upon realizing that I am a witch you assess yourself aloud as my counterpart and wonder if I shall strike you dead. Fear not Merlin. I do not usually strike fear in others unless they are hurting someone." Zandaria continued eating and noticed the tiredness around his eyes and the pallor of his skin. He would be a nice looking man if he had not been neglecting his own care.
Merlin ravenously attacked the stew that had been set before him, his willpower giving way before his hunger. "So let me recampf," Merlin half said with a mouthful of stew. Swallowing, he continued, "you're a witch that does good deeds, in hopes of what? That heaven will open up the pearly gates? Unlikely."
Zandaria was careful how to respond at first. "No, I think that it is the right way of doing things. If I can make the world a better place then I should. I try to be a good person although I am not without my own flaws." Feeling like there was more to this than just pure discussion she put her fork down and looked at him.
"What do you want from me and why?"
"Want from you? I want to copy your powers. I sacrificed Camelot for powers a witch cursed me with. I can copy anything I see." Merlin took three more massive bites and finished off his stew.
Zandaria looked at him like he had slapped her silly. She got up and put her bowl in the sink and turned to look at him.[color=ed145b] "What do you mean you sacrificed Camelot for powers?"
"So you think it's okay to steal my powers by mimicry and then just do whatever you like? Were you planning on killing me with them?" She chuckled halfheartedly. "I have no powers. My magic is mostly in spells and potions."
"Yes, I did. Camelot was doomed regardless. I'd do it again, and I intend to kill Michael. It seems you have a vendetta against him as well...it's a real shame you have no powers. Can you at least tell me the worlds current status?"
"We don't get much information beyond the English throne. Most of our information is local. Last I heard Glenhallen and Verduth were going to have their games this next week."
She purposely avoided his gaze. She knew what he was doing. He was hoping to catch her in the act. "I'm going out to the garden." She knew he would likely follow her. The thought of using her powers to stop him in his tracks and see how long it would take him to figure it out was tempting. If he made her too angry she could always blow him up but he was a good looking man and there just weren't many of those around.
Getting down on her knees she started pulling weeds away from her plants and she looked up at the sun and sighed as she worked. "So even with powers how were you intending on following Michael? It's not like dimensional travel is something most witches or druids can do."
Merlin sat there as she walked back outside, thinking hard. He heard her question from inside. "I stole his power of dimensional travel. It seems to not be working right though, I tried to phase to where he was. Here I am instead, and I can't really seem to use it anymore."
He got up and walked outside to talk to her. "You said Michael killed your fiance. What would you do if you could save him? I am a druid, all of my base powers reside in healing. All I've done all my life is save people. Yet now Arturia is gone, the knights are dead, and Camelot is history."
Redressing what she had said earlier he asked "what is the English throne? I've never heard of this country, English." He walked over to her and kneeled down, "do you need some help gardening?"
Zandaria glanced up to find him only inches from her face. Suddenly she was physically very aware of him. She sat back and looked at him again.
"The english throne of England. Britain sort of split and they are both ruled by a royal family." She rocked back on her feet and stood up. Her senses were picking up on the fact that he was indeed a handsome man who had gotten very close to her physically.
"He did and since it's not possible-" She shook her head. "This Arturia? She means that much to you? Did she know you cared so much for her?"
"Um, I-I need some water." She walked over to the well and pulled up a bucket of water. As she drank a cup of water slowly she thought to herself and wondered about her reaction to him. Why him? She was around men every day and never had she had any kind of physical reaction to any of them no matter how good looking. She continued to wonder about this.
Merlin sat there even after she rose. He found the ignored question curious, but not overly concerning. "Of course not, she was king. I was a lowly druid who happened to be useful to her. Besides, she loved justice more than anything."
He stood up and stretched his arms. "Honestly, I don't know what to do right now. I need to gather up power so I can face off against Michael again. I'll kill him, I will slay the Earth entity and save Arturia from her fate no matter the cost."
"Again? You fought him before?" She looked him over and he appeared to have all of his parts. "How? How can you have survived his attacks. I have powers that could kill and I couldn't-" She stopped realizing what she said. She turned away and went into the house.
"What? Wait! You told me you had no powers. Why lie to me witch? I can't copy anything I don't see." Merlin threw his arms up in the air in disgust. "I can copy powers. I took his, that insane speed. The strength was overwhelming, I couldn't even control it. I've lost it all though,..he struck me somehow with his phasing. The strength I had taken is probably the only reason I'm alive."
Zandaria came out of the house and corrected him. "You took nothing from him! You copied it therefore he can control it just a little bit better than you at how they are used. You don't know what the triggers are and how to handle them. That doesn't come with having the power instantly."
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Haley and Eric kept the same schedule that week and every week after that. They grew closer and friendlier with each other over the next month or two. One day Eric walked up to her after class and he blushed a little and asked her straight out. "Will you go to Homecoming with me?"
Haley nodded happily and let him take her books like he had been doing. She had been making a lot of progress with her hip and she was feeling good with where things were with her and Eric. She had noticed people that had been overly friendly to her in the beginning now looked at her a little less than happily. She wondered why until one day in gym class. She had restrictions because of her hip but she still participated as much as she could. While playing dodge ball she got nailed hard in the side of the head. Haley landed on her knees and her hip took a rough jolt of pain. The tears threatened but they didn't fall. Instead she got pissed off. Getting to her feet she turned to the girl responsible who was laughing with her friends about her "accidental hit" on the knew girl.
One of Haley's friends saw her expression and walked over and took her by the elbow and walked her away rather quickly. Haley argued with her the entire way. "What the hell Lisa?" Haley said trying not to explode at her.
"Gretchen isn't worth it. She is just trying to rile you up." Lisa told her.
Wiping the blood off of the side of her face with her hand she looked up at Lisa. "Ya think? Question...WHY is she trying to rile me up?"
"Probably because Eric asked you to Homecoming and not her. They used to date before you came to this school."
Haley stopped and turned to look at Gretchen. turning back to Lisa she smiled a little. "Well how was I supposed to know that? I didn't steal her boyfriend if that is what she thinks."
Lisa shook her head. "No, he broke up with her before you got here but she is obviously jealous. Don't get yourself banned from going to the dance because of her, if you do then she wins."
"So true! We wouldn't want that right? Come on let's go!" Haley ran back to the next game and grabbed a ball and nailed Gretchen so hard she fell backwards and landed on her back out of breath.
When the man showed up in her doorway she offered him a plate at her table. "Sit down, we'll eat lunch while we discuss your obsession with death." Filling the plates with food she watched him as he seemed quite antsy. As she sat she looked at him and sighed.
"Yes I know him, not personally mind you. He killed my fiance a long time ago, tore him into pieces in front of me. I have gone out of my way to avoid him since then." Her expression became saddened then slightly frightened for a split second.
Curiosity got the better of her. "What could you possibly want to find him for? What is so worth your life that you would forfeit it to lose what you went for anyway. There is nothing good that can come out of a meeting with him. Be smart, use the sense that God gave you and leave it alone."
It dawned on her that she never told him who she is. "I should introduce myself, I'm Zandaria the White Witch."
@Tyro
The very instant Merlin mentioned the Entity Michael she gritted her teeth and pursed her lips in disgust. Her stance became that of one about to leave in a hurry.
"You are at the outskirts of Glenhallen near my home and it's almost noon. There is not a reason in the world that you should be chasing after that monster. Why would you insist on chasing your death, because he is the one who will take you to it."
She started walking down the road making him keep up with her if he chose to continue the conversation. "I would not follow after my doom, but I forgot. You can't follow him like I could now can you? Quite lucky that makes you. It will keep you alive longer."
Her mind was full of memories but she still called out. "If you are hungry that is my home and you are welcome." She went inside and for a moment she looked in the mirror and her mind went back to another time and she could see her fiance's death at the hands of Michael. She could see his pain as he was literally torn in pieces and her fear and anger at that moment was visible on her face in the mirror.
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