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"Sir? Can I help you with something? You usually aren't the one who calls first," she said with a small, almost unnoticeable chuckle
It's the first thing I ever hear when I call my assistant, Sarah
"I need everything for the next few weeks to be cancelled or moved on my calendar. I need to be home for a while." I'm completely sure she heard the urgent tone in my voice, and without another word, she wishes me well and is off the phone.
I don't know why this suddenly happened. On the rare occasion, my magic has had mishaps when I'm near something of historical importance or something that reminds me of Camelot or …Him.
My headache is growing, and I think it's best to sleep most of this 12-hour flight away; maybe I'll wake up and this annoying throb in the back of my head will be magically gone.
At Lake Avalon (3rd person pov), 10 hours later
It's a bright and warm summer's day, a little too bright for the eyes of 11 dead people. They were all quite confused when they woke up on the shores of Lake Avalon, warm waters soaking them to the bone. Many of the same questions flooded their mind's, but no one dared speak. How had they gotten here? Why were they here? Was this real?
Arthur broke the unbearable silence with a slight cough, followed by his dry yet smooth voice
"...So are we all aware this is not a dream?" It slightly hurt to speak as if he'd not spoken in years, and he needed to drink something
Morgana followed with "Yes Arthur, we are all actually here, it's not a dream." In a joking manner, trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere
His sister's voice was sweet and warm, just as he remembered, before she had gone mad with power. This was the sister he wanted back all those years ago
They all sat on the ground in a circle for about an hour or two, trying to figure out a few different things
One, how long it had been since they all died, and two, if they should go up the hill to the massive castle-like manor that sat not far from where they'd woken up, no one wanted to just walk over there, so they all kept their eye on it.
With Merlin (1st person)
I had called the housekeepers a few hours ago and informed them I would be home shortly, so no need to go feed the dogs or horses; I can handle that when I get in. The closer and closer I get to home, I feel this pulling or a tug on my chest as if something is waiting for me. If I weren't stupid, I'd say it was Arthur, but after all these years its clear Kilgharrah lied to me, maybe to bring me comfort or so I would take Arthur's death better, I'm not sure.
I get through the doors and, of course, am flooded with my 3 dogs welcoming me home with kisses and tackling me to the ground. I bring my bags in and just stand there for a minute. I'm glad to be back. The dogs are barking at the back door, so I walk through a few rooms to let them out. They probably want go and play by the lake. Just as I'm fidgeting with the keys, my eyes catch a small glance at something. Something that if I hadn't looked again, I would have never believed, I finally get the door open, and the dogs step outside, now noticing the 11 people sat in a circle, that can't be real, this is a sick dream. I rest my hands on the porch railing to hopefully ground myself more. I almost passed out. But not before remembering the dogs are out, and let's say they are very protective of me and can be easily aggressive, that's when I see Hades dashing at the group of people.