♔ | 5 We Meet Again...

[not_a_clotpole]

[It's been a while since Arthur's dreams have been invaded by the strange people from different times and places. No doubt it was for the best since he'd just been crowned king and the last thing he needed was interrupted sleep!

But now the fates have decided to be cruel, so...as he dreams of hunting game things may become very strange indeed...]

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[waterfell]

[It's only time that saves him. Even weeks ago, she'd have pulled him into the water with her, into her silent and distant existence, without a thought for the fact he'd be unable to breathe.

As it is, now - as she is, now - she turns her head away before the gesture is even completed.]

It's been awhile since I've seen you. Have you done what I asked, when you owed me your life those months ago?

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"It has?" [Remembering one's dreams is not an easy business, but Arthur does vaguely recall her brow beating him in an earlier dream about a promise.]

"I...what was this promise?"

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See it for yourself. [A ball of water, clear as crystal, forms in the air above her hand. Watching it closely, like a dream within a dream, an old scene starts to play, of Mercury and her demands that Arthur relent towards magic once he came to the throne.]

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[Arthur gapes in surprise a bitat the images that appear in the ballof water, but also remembers the dream. It had felt so real, he had been sure that he would die.

And he had made a promise...]

"I...do not seek out magic users as my father did, but should they attack Camelot...they must be defeated."

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[It's enough, apparently; the woman seems to relent, and the globe of water vanishes.]

No one will blame you for defending yourself. Not me, either.

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[Arthur heaves a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure how he'd defend himself if Mecury attacked him.

He looks around uncertain.]

"Erm..it has been a while... How have you been?"

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[She ignores the question to herself and falls into thinking of the one that, to her, is more interesting.]

I wonder what causes it, when people fall away from these dreams.

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"Does that happen often?" [Arthur asks.

He wonders again why Mercury is always so reticent about herself.]

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[She frowns, as though with the effort of recalling a memory. There are so many people she hasn't dreamed of in a long time.

What happens to them? Are they living out their waking lives? Has something changed? Is it simply fickle fate?]

Often. [It's agreement, and the most simple

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[Arthur pauses and wonders about this...finally he asks.]

"Has anyone from Camelot ever been here?"

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You. [This is not particularly helpful, as of course he already knows it. She specifies.] You, and no one else yet.