Saturday at Holt rehab and senior center

Day started out ok but now turned into a not so great day the colace has finally taken over my belly is cramping having trouble making it to the bathroom, thank the Lord for panty liners or I would have been in a real mess.  The aides and nurses are really great to me well I can't think of much more to tell you but have a great one

Story idea


Prologue

Laying deep within a dark, dank cavern...

                chained...

                                           denied freedom...

is a very ancient beast, his eyes,

                                                  all seeing,

 peers out into the darkness,

                            gathering visions...

      the birth of a gifted child..,

the savior of all humanity...

                                          or the destroyer...

depending upon the path he follows.

Two sisters of magical heritage...

                                      opposites,

vie for control in the guidance of this child.

                          Soon..

the child will have 

grown enough

               to begin upon his path

                                  and choose his destiny.

The ancient beast watches quietly within his prison

 waiting until this boy makes clear his chosen path...

The Beginning

The sorceress Iriana meets with the King, as he awaits the birth of his son, “Sire, I fear that your Queen is not long for this world.”   she says remorsefully.  “It seems that the dragon’s curse, is to be proven true.”  

“We shall see sorceress. What of your magic? Can you not save her?”  he responds almost angrily. “Remember this well, Charles Pendragon as long as I remain chained in your dungeons, your family will be cursed, you will suffer greatly the loss of your true love and your unborn son.”

“The child, am I to lose both?  Save the Queen and the Prince or I shall take my wrath out on you sorceress.” Iriana looks viciously at the King, “Do not threaten me, sire.  The child will survive but at the cost of your wife’s life.”  Still he shall not be truly safe from harm, the dragon’s curse is strong.”

“I will outlaw all magic from the realm!” he shouts.  “No one shall practice magic, as long as I rule!”

The Awakening

On a moonlit night across the mist covered moor, stands a young man, his auburn hair glistening in the beams cast from above, an eerie glow surrounds him. Unsure as to where he is or how he got there.  The last thing he remembered was laying down in his cot for the night. Suddenly, a breeze like a humans breath blows across the moor rustles his hair and before him revealing a path clear of debris appearing well traveled.

Curious about where he is, he follows the path arriving before a quiet lake, no sounds it's so quiet, eerily quiet.  There's a brightness, in the center of the lake growing larger, a glowing brighter than the moon's reflection.  Slowly this changes into a beautiful woman, a bright blue/white shimmers all around her, she appears ghost like almost transparent, as she begins to move closer towards him, floating the lake remains still, he feels fear rising up in him, but also a feeling of having seen this before,  As she moves ever closer, the fear gives way to feelings of joy. He hears her voice in his head, but her lips aren't moving, she smiling a beautiful otherworldly smile.  Who is this?  Why am I here? Is this a dream?  

“Child, this is not a dream.”  The lady says, but how? Her lips didn't move, I hear her, but I don't hear other sounds, why?  “Be patient, my child, it will become clear to you soon.”  With a wave of her hand over the pool in front of her she produces an image reflecting in the glistening lake before him.  The image is barely discern-able, an appearance of scales, a reptile like creature appears within the pool, yellow snake-like eye stares back at him..

“Morlian!! Wake up!!”  Suddenly, he's back in the cottage, laying in his cot, the sun just beginning to rise in the east.  Was he dreaming?  It  didn't feel like it was a dream, but it must have been  “ Morlian! Get Up! The cart has to be readied for the festival!”  His nana tells him. Ah, the festival a long awaited event each year.

As he gets up one image keeps intruding into his thoughts, that image in the pool revealed to him by the woman in the lake.  Should he tell nana about the dream?  He can't get the picture out of his head, as he prepares the cart for the trip to the festival, hopefully they'll sell enough of the harvest to watch the tournament.  

Nana eyes him curiously, he seems distracted today, “Morlian, get the goat hitched to the cart, unless you plan on pulling it all the way into the village yourself.” Bringing him back to the present, he trudges off to catch the goat, and get him tethered to the cart, filled to the brim with potatoes, corn and sacks of grain they've harvested from the fields and thus they begin their journey to the village....

The ancient beast, softly exhales a smoky breath

and centers on a vision of the boy.  "Morlian, soon  we will meet"

"Glynnis, you have done well" he says to himself as the vision fades...

Soon they arrive at the festival grounds, the hustle and bustle of people from all over the countryside are hawking their wares.  An old man white bearded, with a cheerful face walks up, "Glynnis, it's good to see you., is this Morlian?" as he looks towards him, "my how he's grown!"  Nana eyes the man suspiciously, "Yes, he has grown much, what brings you to this event, Dorian? Is the king here?"

"Yes, he's officiating over the tournament, the prince is competing." Dorian smiles, "But if you ask me, I think he's still bit too young." Glynnis laughs, "You've always been a bit protective where the prince is concerned, old man."  Dorian turns towards Morlian, "So young man, has Glynnis been treating you well?" Morlian blushes, surprised to be the center of attention all of a sudden. "Yes, Master Dorian."  "Master?" Dorian laughs, "Just call me Dorian, boy I'm no Master."  

"Glynnis, I think you've done this boy proud, he's quite well mannered.  But don't you think it's about time he came to me for his teachings?"  Glynnis scowls, "I'm afraid he's not ready yet, Dorian."  Morlian looks on thinking "What teachings" but he keeps this to himself for now.  Glynnis and Dorian move off down towards the marketplace, conversing leaving Merlin to tend the wares in her absence.  He hopes she returns soon, he'd like to be able to watch the tournament, and be able to see the king and his son, at least from a distance.

A vision creeps into his mind, again

A reptilian eye and a deep voice rumbles in his brain

"Soon you will have chosen your path."

"Then I will again be free."

        “Daydreaming, are we?” Startled back to the present, Dorian stands before him with a look of knowing as if he could see into his mind and read his thoughts.  “That boy, has been like this for days now, “ his nana says as he looks from one to the other of these two who seem to know so much about him, yet tell him very little.  “Nana, can I go, walk around for a bit?” he asks, hoping she’ll let him at least try and get a glimpse of the King and the Knights as they prepare for the upcoming tournament, he’s never seen the event, though it’s been done every year.

        “I suppose, but don’t stay away too long. I need you to help with the produce we’ve brought to sell.” As she looks past him to a customer walking up to the cart.  Smiling, he turns to rush off towards the knights’ tent area, as she says, “Don’t stray too far!”

        He rushes off as his grandmother begins to entertain a potential customer.  Colorful tents line the pathway to the tournament grounds, as he walks along he watches in awe as knights are practicing their art all around him.p


The sorceress Iriana meets with the King, as he awaits the birth of his son, “Sire, I fear that your Queen is not long for this world.”   she says remorsefully.  “It seems that the dragon’s curse, is to be proven true.”  

“We shall see sorceress. What of your magic? Can you not save her?”  he responds almost angrily. “Remember this well, Charles Pendragon as long as I remain chained in your dungeons, your family will be cursed, you will suffer greatly the loss of your true love and your unborn son.”

“The child, am I to lose both?  Save the Queen and the Prince or I shall take my wrath out on you sorceress.” Iriana looks viciously at the King, “Do not threaten me, sire.  The child will survive but at the cost of your wife’s life.”  Still he shall not be truly safe from harm, the dragon’s curse is strong.”

“I will outlaw all magic from the realm!” he shouts.  “No one shall practice magic, as long as I rule!”

The Awakening

On a moonlit night across the mist covered moor, stands a young man, his auburn hair glistening in the beams cast from above, an eerie glow surrounds him. Unsure as to where he is or how he got there.  The last thing he remembered was laying down in his cot for the night. Suddenly, a breeze like a humans breath blows across the moor rustles his hair and before him revealing a path clear of debris appearing well traveled.

Curious about where he is, he follows the path arriving before a quiet lake, no sounds it's so quiet, eerily quiet.  There's a brightness, in the center of the lake growing larger, a glowing brighter than the moon's reflection.  Slowly this changes into a beautiful woman, a bright blue/white shimmers all around her, she appears ghost like almost transparent, as she begins to move closer towards him, floating the lake remains still, he feels fear rising up in him, but also a feeling of having seen this before,  As she moves ever closer, the fear gives way to feelings of joy. He hears her voice in his head, but her lips aren't moving, she smiling a beautiful otherworldly smile.  Who is this?  Why am I here? Is this a dream?  

“Child, this is not a dream.”  The lady says, but how? Her lips didn't move, I hear her, but I don't hear other sounds, why?  “Be patient, my child, it will become clear to you soon.”  With a wave of her hand over the pool in front of her she produces an image reflecting in the glistening lake before him.  The image is barely discern-able, an appearance of scales, a reptile like creature appears within the pool, yellow snake-like eye stares back at him..

“Morlian!! Wake up!!”  Suddenly, he's back in the cottage, laying in his cot, the sun just beginning to rise in the east.  Was he dreaming?  It  didn't feel like it was a dream, but it must have been  “ Morlian! Get Up! The cart has to be readied for the festival!”  His nana tells him. Ah, the festival a long awaited event each year.

As he gets up one image keeps intruding into his thoughts, that image in the pool revealed to him by the woman in the lake.  Should he tell nana about the dream?  He can't get the picture out of his head, as he prepares the cart for the trip to the festival, hopefully they'll sell enough of the harvest to watch the tournament.  

Nana eyes him curiously, he seems distracted today, “Morlian, get the goat hitched to the cart, unless you plan on pulling it all the way into the village yourself.” Bringing him back to the present, he trudges off to catch the goat, and get him tethered to the cart, filled to the brim with potatoes, corn and sacks of grain they've harvested from the fields and thus they begin their journey to the village....

The ancient beast, softly exhales a smoky breath

and centers on a vision of the boy.  "Morlian, soon  we will meet"

"Glynnis, you have done well" he says to himself as the vision fades...

Soon they arrive at the festival grounds, the hustle and bustle of people from all over the countryside are hawking their wares.  An old man white bearded, with a cheerful face walks up, "Glynnis, it's good to see you., is this Morlian?" as he looks towards him, "my how he's grown!"  Nana eyes the man suspiciously, "Yes, he has grown much, what brings you to this event, Dorian? Is the king here?"

"Yes, he's officiating over the tournament, the prince is competing." Dorian smiles, "But if you ask me, I think he's still bit too young." Glynnis laughs, "You've always been a bit protective where the prince is concerned, old man."  Dorian turns towards Morlian, "So young man, has Glynnis been treating you well?" Morlian blushes, surprised to be the center of attention all of a sudden. "Yes, Master Dorian."  "Master?" Dorian laughs, "Just call me Dorian, boy I'm no Master."  

"Glynnis, I think you've done this boy proud, he's quite well mannered.  But don't you think it's about time he came to me for his teachings?"  Glynnis scowls, "I'm afraid he's not ready yet, Dorian."  Morlian looks on thinking "What teachings" but he keeps this to himself for now.  Glynnis and Dorian move off down towards the marketplace, conversing leaving Merlin to tend the wares in her absence.  He hopes she returns soon, he'd like to be able to watch the tournament, and be able to see the king and his son, at least from a distance.

A vision creeps into his mind, again

A reptilian eye and a deep voice rumbles in his brain

"Soon you will have chosen your path."

"Then I will again be free."

        “Daydreaming, are we?” Startled back to the present, Dorian stands before him with a look of knowing as if he could see into his mind and read his thoughts.  “That boy, has been like this for days now, “ his nana says as he looks from one to the other of these two who seem to know so much about him, yet tell him very little.  “Nana, can I go, walk around for a bit?” he asks, hoping she’ll let him at least try and get a glimpse of the King and the Knights as they prepare for the upcoming tournament, he’s never seen the event, though it’s been done every year.

        “I suppose, but don’t stay away too long. I need you to help with the produce we’ve brought to sell.” As she looks past him to a customer walking up to the cart.  Smiling, he turns to rush off towards the knights’ tent area, as she says, “Don’t stray too far!”

        He rushes off as his grandmother begins to entertain a potential customer.  Colorful tents line the pathway to the tournament grounds, as he walks along he watches in awe as knights are practicing their art all around him.p