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Merlin smiled as he saw Jane run past him shouting orders to the other castle staff. He was running toward the council champers he turned a corner and ran right into sir Ulvic. "Sorry Sir, are you alright?" Ulvic looked at him moment. "Young man you're a twig, how you ever thought your bumping into me would hurt I don't know. Go on, the king waits" Merlin nodded and bowed briefly to the old knight before he ran on. Dodging maids and other servants. He laughed as he saw Hew slap another servant who had been trying to run away and hide. Hew looked up and bowed to the young warlock. "Abusing the other servants hew?" Merlin asked as hew fell into step next to him. "No sir, he was hysterical and uttered the words 'it isn't our fight we should just leave them all to die' I disagreed and found such cowardice disgraceful." Merlin quirked an eyebrow at the servant and laughed. "I'm not entirely sure working for Arthur has been good for you, you used to be far mellower." Merlin turned another
Merlin looked up at the knights and Gwen on their horses. "Tristain make sure Arthur gets back safely, in fact make sure you all come back safely. Speaking of Arthur where is he?" Tristain nodded his head and looked over Merlin's shoulder, Arthur was striding across the courtyard with hew in tow behind him holding a dagger. "Merlin your hand" Merlin looked down at his hand wondering why the prince wanted his hand he reached out with it anyway, whatever he was expecting it wasn't for hew to hand Arthur the dagger and Arthur to cut across Merlin's palm, he was about to ask why the prince had done it, when he saw the prince do it to himself, before reaching out and clasping their two hands together. "Arthur, are you sure?" "Yes you idiot I'm sure, I wasn't joking, you are my dearest friend and like an annoying little brother to me. So yes I am sure I want to be blood brothers." His tone turned more serious and softer "the oath, it was first spoken in the old tongue, will it hold more m
merlin:knight,wizard,prince21Uthur was nervous, he hadn't heard any news from the front line since the messenger reported that both armies were drawing back to regroup. It wasn't long after that he had heard Merlin mutter Arthurs name before disappearing into the ground, he shuddered at the memory. It frightened him that such a seemingly inconsequential person could hold such power and yet mean no harm, the boy was infuriating he was the very thing Uthur had set out to destroy, pure magic. Yet he wasn't evil. As much as it pained him to admit it even he had to accept that. "Sir Malcolm, should I be worried about your attachment to that maid?" he asked suddenly. Sir Malcolm was glad the king was facing away from him and didn't see him wince.
"Her father was Sir James, he made sure her mother and her were kept the right side of destitute until he died saving me. His last request was that we keep an eye on them, I will not betray that last request sire." Uthur stared at the knight before returni
merlin:knight,wizard,prince20"mother! What are you doing here!" Merlin shouted as he emerged from the wall, she smiled at him weakly knowing he didn't shout because of anger but because of fear for her safety. "Merlin please you could at least say hello, I haven't seen you in two years." She was smiling properly now and he pulled her into a hug while guiding her away from the danger of the open court yard. "it is good to see you I just don't think the middle of a war is the best time for a visit. How did you even get in?" her smile turned into a sad one. "There are things I haven't told you Merlin things that you need to know now." Before he could ask what she meant she took his arms and rubbed the ring on her finger "whisk us away to sanctuary" Merlin barely heard the spell but he knew that was what it was as when he looked up they were now standing in his chambers. "your spell only keeps enemies out" she explained. Merlin sat down at his table and motioned for his mother to do the same. "Lord Merlin. It's a titl
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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