The Wicked Day [Open!]

Mages. She said mages, plural. In Camelot, magic users were remarkably few and far between. Merlin was the only wizard that he knew personally, but his friend had told him in passing of others who had the ability to use magic on the world around them. It was always such a mystical thing, one that Arthur had never taken part in, but was surely endlessly mesmerizing. He continued listening to what Phoebe was saying about the mages who could open doors across worlds. That was a power he had never even heard of. How powerful were they? What kinds of worlds did they know of? Was that how he got here? He had to find one of these interdimensional mages and make them open a door back to Camelot. That would surely be the best way to return. Regardless of his urgency and desire to get back to his home, he knew that he wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight. So, instead of getting lost in his planning and theorizing about powers that he knew he didn’t understand, he decided to listen. She told him about the people she had and had left behind, and he assumed it was to try and relate to his situation. While he had to admit that the relaxed and – mostly – casual conversation was a welcome thing, it did little to ease his nerves about the days to come. She offered herself as his friend, and he offered an accepting smile. Friends were things that came and went easily from his life, but it was an amazing thing when true friends made themselves known. He certainly wasn’t going to dismiss Phoebe’s friendship without being given reason to. Then, she said something interesting… ’Perhaps you shall be a king again in the future…here in Caido.’ He hadn’t thought about that. He’d hardly had the ability to think of anything besides getting home in the short time he was in Caido. If he was king here, would he be betraying Camelot? His mind started whirling with questions of philosophy and truth and understanding, and he couldn’t sort out one whole thought from another. Perhaps he would be, perhaps he wouldn’t. That really wasn’t something he was able to think about at that moment. Phoebe brought him back to the clinic, and he immediately felt a homey warmth surround him. It was a good feeling for a clinic. ”Again, you have my thanks,” he said, removing his cape and draping it over a nearby chair, his sheathed sword following. ”Need a hand?” He wasn’t exactly a stranger to physical work. Before he became king, his duties as a squire kept him quite busy with labor, so working on a fire was nothing new. arthur The Once and Future King