Name: Marco Campbell Nickname:Mordred Interests: sailing, being angsty, hating his halfbrother, being jealous of what he doesn't have, and believing that he is the darkness in the world
Name: Lance Reynolds Nickname:Lancelot Interests: Football, sailing, Jennifer, protecting Will, being strong, helping fight the darkness
Name: Jennifer Gold Nickname: Guinevere Interests: Lance, Will, cheerleading, and being dramatic
Name: Elaine Harrison Nickname: Lady of the Lake Interests: reading (NOT the The Lady of Shalott), Will Wagner, floating, and running
Name: A. William Wagner Nickname: The Bear, Your Highness, King Interests: Football, sailing, Medieval music, Elle Harrison, saving the world from the darkness, thinking, and being amazing
I can’t say I didn’t enjoy myself. I mean it’s been years since I’ve been able to have any sort of fun and believe me, I was going to enjoy myself.
So when I found out that the reincarnations, or what I believed to be, the reincarnations of the King Arthur legends was going to play out the story right in front of me, I mean come on? How could I not have fun! I needed to up the ante by at least a hundred.
I’ve been watching the same girl for a couple weeks now, Elaine Harrison, or Ellie as she likes it, Elle even more when it’s spoken by the magistical, blue eyed boy she’s fallen in love with. And I just so happened to overhear that he might by Arthur. The King Arthur. Of Camelot. The Once and Future King sworn to return! And there he is. On that stupid boulder of his, listening to medieval music as so he so often does. Looking dead. Wait. That could actually work to my advantage.
Time to up the ante. A little thunder here. Lightening there. Oh! And to really freak out Ellie I’ll turn the sky a nice bloody red color! Ha! Look at her face! She’s totally spooked! Okay, more lightening. A just to have a little more fun, let’s add some hail! Nice! Huh, I wonder what she’s holding? Can’t be that important. BLOOD RED SKY! Yes! Oh my god this is so fun. Oh she made it, lucky her. I bet she’s probably thinking ‘oh no, he’s dead! I can’t believe he’s dead! What am I going to do if I can’t swim in those crystal beautiful blue eyes!?’ Pfft. Pathetic. Shut up Ellie some people have real problems!
Wait.. Does his brother have a gun? HOLY CRAP! I have to add my own soundtrack to this! MORE LIGHTENING! MORE THUNDER! MORE BLOOD RED SKY!!!
Oh boy! This is the kicker! She doesn’t believe he’s King Arthur, pfft! I’ll show you Ellie. As soon as he touches that sword..wait for it...wait for it...CUE: ANGELICAL CHOIR! THE SKIES ARE CLEAR! EVERYTHING IS BRIGHTER! EVERYTHING IS MORE COLORFUL! THE EARTH IS MADE A NEW! KING ARTHUR HAS RETURNED!
Then he said, "Hey," again-but in a different, much softer voice.
"Hey!?" I shouted back at Will. "Are you fucking kidding me! I thought you were dead! Dead! Gone! Kaput! Finito! That's it, see ya Will! And all you can say to me is fucking hey!?"
Will stood there with a blank expression on his face. Could he really not understand why I was so upset? Why I was so angry. With Will still sitting there silently, "I thought you were dead," I whispered raggedly.
"Far from it," he whispered back.
And then suddenly he was kissing me. Figures, a boy trying to solve his problems without words and simply by kissing it away. I'm not saying that it was bad or that I didn't completely want him to kiss me. I'm just saying that after all of this he has some serious explaining to do.
"What the hell were you thinking?" I shouted at him.
"What do you mean? I was just laying down listening to my iPod. You came down and blew things way out of proportion." He replied with an attitude in his voice.
"Well... But... I..." I was stunned. I didn't even know what to say back to him. He was kinda right, wasn't he?
"Just come here," he said, pulling me in close to him and kissing me again. "I am right here and I am fine. And Nothing is going to change that."
I was out on the front balcony of the house when a man stepped off of the sidewalk and approached. "Mrs. Wagner, I'm Mr. Morton, the literature teacher from Avalon High School. I think we need to talk."
"Oh, Mr. Morton, of course I remember you. But... are you allowed to be here, considering Marco lives here?" I asked.
"The restraining order is on him, ma'am, on me. But I didn't come here to talk about Marco. I came here to talk about Will."
"Will?" I was shocked, no one, and I mean no one, had ever had a problem with Will.
"Yes, Mrs. Wagner. Will, your son," he said.
"Yes, I Know who you are talking about Mr. Morton. What is the issue."
"No, no, Mrs Wagner. Will, YOUR son. Your biological son." He said.
I need to sit. I need to sit down. How did he find out? My mind ran a mile a minute. No one was supposed to know. How?! When?!
"I don't know what your talking about," my faked calm not convincing him.
"Yes, you do. I have known for some time, that Will is, in fact, your son with Arthur Wagner and not Marco's father. They are half brothers."
Each comment hit me like bullets.
"Mrs. Wagner," he said. "You need to tell him. You need to tell Will the truth."
"Why?!" Tears ran down my face as I sniffled. "Why does he need to know?!"
"His life, and the lives of many others, depends on it. The truth must be know, Mrs. Wagner." He said.
Okay, so, where do I begin? Hmmmm, well I guess it started in
college; I got just a little high…on a lot of occasions… whoops, too far back. I
met this girl, I think she was a girl. Well, whatever. That's not important. What is is that "it" introduced me to the Order of
the Bears. They all liked getting really baked…. Off topic again! Okay! Well,
my life’s goal I to find Arthur; he will return. The voices tell so! Okay, so, if
that is all true, then why doesn’t she believe me? How does she not believe me? I am not crazy. Am I crazy? NO! Ms.
Harrison must know that I am telling the truth. The Order of the Bears, it’s not
cult… I mean we idolize and look for King Arthur, but I know that Will is HIM!
I am not crazy. I cannot be crazy; I know that King Arthur will return, and he
has. I tried to reason with her in the classroom:
“I am not lying, please listen to me! Miss Harrison, you are
the Lady of the Lake; you have returned. Will is the King, but ow he will die!
I ruined everything; he will die because of me! What have I done? I told Marco
he is Mordred and now he will kill King Arthur!”
But, alas, I am here. I’m stuck in this “hospital”. She put me in here! Why!? I need
to get out, back to my Order. I need to save this teenager from being killed! I
am not craz… Oh for Arthur’s sake! My roommate is killing me! He keeps talking
about aliens, and how it is that they are real!
“WELL THEY ARE NOT SO STOP SCREAMING ABOUT IT! I NEED TO
SAVE OUR KING! LET ME OUT!”
Holy shit, we're going to do this. we might actually do this. Don't get me wrong, I believe in my team: those are my guys. Plus, we have a genuinely talented squad this year. But up 14 on Avalon? We're killing it, man, these guys are legit. As long as we can keep their offense and that prettyboy quarterback of theirs from heating up, we got this. I'm confident though, we've had him shook ever since we starting shifting the entire defensive front pre-snap. What's that? We punted? Oh shit better strap up.
Okay let's see what we got here. Hmm, their huddle looks a little weird, maybe they put something new in at halftime. Maybe they're going gun, or pistol? No. I know everyone calls this kid that chosen one, but no high school quarterback is cycling through formations like that. Oh, shit, they're getting to the line. Okay, let's see here, receiver out left, weak side, one split right on the strong side, two backs split in the backfield with the QB, four linemen. Wait a minute! One, two, three... HOLY SHIT FOUR LINEMEN. They're missing a guard, but where is he. Is that him? On the sideline talking to a cheerleader? Hey, there's a game going on, bud. You might be interested in it.
Holy shit they really aren't gonna block me. There he is, the QB. You ain't gonna be so pretty after this, boy.
"UHG. WHOOO! YEAH BABY! EXCALIBUR THAT, PUSSY! SAY HI TO THE GROUND FOR ME, BITCH!"
Oh shit, he's down. I really got him. Hell yeah. Serves them right for not having control enough over their players to have the right amount of people on the field. Oh shit, he's up. That was quick. Oh, damn, they're already lining up. Here's their guard, a play too late.
"Nice of you to show up, bud."
"READY READY! BLUE 90, BLUE 90 SET HUT SET HUTHUT."
Ow! Shit, oh my god, did I get hit by a truck? What the hell happened? 21-13. What? How did that happen. They, what? Who are these people? Why are they running towards me? No, I'm fine, I'll get up off the ground in a little bit. Concussion? What? I've never even been to Europe. Oh man. Well, I think we'll be okay. They got one lucky score, but we'll get the win.
Many of you know this new hip mayoral candidate Arthur Penn. For all of your sakes, I am thankful that I was in attendance at his first formal press conference. While many of my colleagues started out skeptical, many of them quickly turned their views into one of admiration. I am sure that he swayed many a reporter, and in turn those reporters will sway many-a-voter. But I am here to warn of the smooth talking, charismatic candidate. Arthur's past is as cloudy as his current living arrangements. He speaks of respecting and admiring us for our ability to record and shape history, but neglects to give us any real information on himself. He shakily dodged a question of his past employment and leadership positions, and followed up with a relatively generic public statement of always being on the right side of the law. Nobody seemed to notice that before he came out with this to clarify, his assistant whispered something in his ear. While Arthur does seem like a very well-versed, and capable leader, I would strongly urge against giving him your support, at least, until more information on his shady past come to light.
The doors of the hotel just opened, and news reporters rushed in for an opportunity to talk to candidate Arthur Penn. On the way to the press conference, one of the reporters noticed a teenager in the waiting lobby, and asked him "it's 12pm. Shouldn't you be in school?"
"How about you go do your job and interview the actual candidate?" Merlin rudely replied, as he heard a loud "HUUUUUUUU" nearby. He then walked up to Gwen, who pulled off another "HUUUUUUU."
"What do you want?"
"HUUU - oh, hey Merlin. Man, pulling off a press conference sure makes one exhausted! But you know me, I'm like the backbone of this entire campaign. I'm just doing my part; no need to thank me!"
"K bye," Merlin said, walking to the podium as Arthur made his way there.
"You don't have to be such a jacka -AAGHH!" Gwen screamed as she got shoved to the floor by the running reporters who wanted to catch a glimpse of Arthur.
Arthur got the microphone and began to speak. "Hey y'all, I'm Arthur Penn, and I'm running for mayor. I'll now take your questions."
One reporter spoke, "that was a short intro, but anyways, your Democratic and Republican opponents all have political experience, while you have absolutely zero. Do you think this is a bad thing?"
"If a man with no political experience could become president, then surely I can become mayor?"
"I, um -"
"Next question!"
"How do you feel about gun control, specifically a ban on assault weapons and bump stocks?"
"Ah, gun control. Who cares about that? Everyone should just get their own sword; it'll solve this entire issue. Why, I once happened to have my own sword, but I lost it when my deep-sea fishing trip went horribly wrong. Memories... where was I? Next question!"
"How do you feel about abortion?"
"I support it 100%! If abortion was a thing back in the day, I wouldn't be in this mess! Mordred would never have been born, and Camelot... would... never have fallen..." Arthur began to look visibly distraught, and then said "no more questions!" before running offstage crying.
