dk323 | Snippets of Ch. 5 (The Wolf & The Phoenix)

I thought this'd be interesting to do. Choosing somewhat random snippets from the chapter and maybe they can be explanatory enough despite being taken out of context. The snippets are in order of when they take place in the story, so there *is* some order to this. ;) Hopefully they seem enticing enough. ;) IDEK.

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Laughter

Then the man turned to look at Arthur and to Arthur’s confusion, the man began laughing. He now had an inkling why some in the audience had dubbed him, “The Mad Prince.” The hooded man had his head back and he was clutching his stomach, he was laughing so hard.

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In the way

"...If I would have lived any longer, then there was the chance I could contest my right to Camelot’s throne. Of course King Balinor didn’t want that because after all, he had his own son’s future to secure. I was in the way,” remarked the Prince bitterly. He glared at King Merlin.

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A dragon's threat

“One day I will eat your heart with a song in my own,” Kilgharrah threatened the Prince. He growled at him.

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The outsider

He tried to be polite even as he grew tired of others peering at Krola as if they had never seen a white wolf before. True, most of them might not have seen an actual daemon in person and Krola’s silver eyes were not a common eye color for wolves – but still, it made Arthur feel out of place. As a consequence, he longed for his Daemon World. At least there, people wouldn’t be so overly interested in Krola like she was an exotic animal.

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Something's not right

"This is ridiculous, Merlin. You can touch Krola without incidence, why can’t I do the same with Zlota? Do you – do you not love me enough?” He asked tentatively.

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Have a heart

He deeply felt the irony for who he was going to ask for aid. But Arthur still felt that if anyone in all the bloody worlds could have a heart and help him, it would be the King Merlin of the other world’s Camelot.

He had to.

Unfortunately, Arthur discovered that the way back to the World of Magic was closed off. Krola growled in displeasure at the sight of the solid golden wall that revealed itself when Arthur cut through with Excalibur. The opening that should have been there was not.

“What – now that I did it, King Merlin wants nothing to do with me anymore?” Arthur wondered out loud bitterly.

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Trapped

“I feel like a damsel in distress locked up in this bloody tower,” Arthur mused aloud.

He collapsed on the bed with a great sigh and covered his face with a pillow. Maybe he could smother himself to death instead of impalement.

It would be less bloody.

Krola agreed with his frustrated assessment. She jumped on the bed and rested her head on his chest. Arthur stroked her idly.

“Nothing is ever going to be the same again,” Arthur silently repeated to himself.

He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be happy again either.