Capítulo Uno
Long limbed and awkward, a man spilled out of the truck cab gasping for breath. He made a reach for the ground but was grabbed by a woman with red hair paired with oddly shaped sunglasses, and wretched back into a standing position.
“It wasn’t that bad, you’re just lucky I was in a good mood.” The woman grinned wide, sharp eye teeth glinting in the bright sun.
“Never, never again will you have coffee. The record of it ever existing to you is erased, I command it so.” He said, kicking off from the tire.
“Get out of my face before we discover if your tongue can grow back.” She used her palm and shoved the man’s face forcefully away.
“I still don’t understand why we’re here, you practically kidnapped me from my own home-“
“We live together you idiot.” She shoved her glasses up into her hair to look at him properly, giving him a prime view for the condescending look she gave him.
“So? Still kidnapping.” He shoved her into the truck by her shoulder and seemed to disappear into thin air, and then reappear on the other side of the truck bed just in time to hear her curse him. He then proceeded to stick his tongue out at her and grin from his side of the truck. She glared and leaned back against the bed, looking into the clear sky.
“We’re here because I got some information that there might be another one of us here.”
“Ah… So why are we here? Isn’t this Bertilak and Arthur’s turn?” He appeared once again at her side.
“I may have owed Berty a favor…” She locked her hands behind her head and began to walk towards the diner they had parked in front of.
“What for?! You never get out of the house!” He ran with his hands in his pockets, catching up with her and almost tripping on his own feet for lack of balance.
“He helped me out with something.” She turned on her heel causing him to run into her, “And it’s none of your business, so don’t even ask.” She glared at him one last time before shoving the sunglasses down on her nose and walking inside.
Inside was mismatched table clothes and soft leather booth seats, each table worn in and comfortable looking. Sanitary on the other hand, not so much.
“Seat yourselves and I’ll send my waiter over to you in a jiffy.” An old man, wrinkled and smiling, motioned them towards the row of booths along the window. The man quickly sat down in the one second to the back, and pulled the woman along.
“They’re in here somewhere, I can feel it.” He shivered, goose bumps appearing on his bare forearms.
“Yeah, me too. Feels strong, stronger than Bertilak.”
“Please, please don’t be evil…” The man whispered into his arms, crossed over the dingy metal tabletop .
“Are you feeling okay? Sir? I’m um, here to deliver your menus and… water and stuff…” A scruffy looking man had appeared, stumbling over his words and standing awkwardly holding out menus to the pair. “I’ll just be back, in a couple of-“
“MERLIN! Stop being so intrusive with the guests.” Someone yelled from behind the door leading to the kitchen. The man’s eyes widened, mouthing ‘one moment’ he stepped into the kitchen.
“So… He doesn’t look dangerous…” She said, “And according to the legend he’s actually a good guy. And we’re the bad guys in there after all…”
“We are sort of bad guys here, but just really unsuccessful ones.” He banged the salt and pepper shakers together creating a sharp crack.
“Merlin is supposed to be some kind of old man anyway. Maybe the guy from earlier?” She fought the salt and pepper shakers out of his grip and set them back on the table.
“And I’m supposed to be Arthur’s son. But is that true? No. Neither are you his sister, instead you’re my wonderful sibling.” He gave her a flat look, eyelids hooded in attempt to cover up the underlying mischief.
“It would be odd to be Arthur’s son anyway, we’re nothing alike. Not even in terms of anatomy, gryphic bastard.”
“Did you say gryphic?” Merlin was back, speaking in a low tone.
“Uh…” Mordred looked to his sister, she shrugged.
“Yeh, I might have.” He licked his teeth and heard his sister sigh in frustration.
“Do you always have to be so -?” She was suddenly silenced and the noises of her struggles where muted but many.
“I am serious, you have red eyes and your girlfriend is wearing sunglasses indoors. I know you aren’t normal.” He had a firm grip on Mordred’s shoulder and it was slowly tightening.
“First off, she is not my girlfriend, ow. She’s my sister, we’re twins. See the resemblance?” He pulled out a lock of hair from his hat and showed how it was a similar unnatural shade. “Secondly, I’m not seeing how it’s any of your business anyway.”
There was a dull thunk and he looked over to see that his sister had laid her head upon the table with her hands over her eyes. She gave out a tiny whine.
“I need to know why you two are here before I bring out my friend to kick you guys out.” He looked Mordred in the eyes and he watched as the waiter’s turned squinted and his sister’s whines suddenly stopped.
“Oh shit. Uh we need to talk to you about your destiny.”
“No, I don’t think you do. Out.” Young woman of about 20 or so, with dark skin and curly hair tied up in a bun grabbed Morgana by the back of her thin shirt and pulled her out of the booth. Morgana scrambled quickly to grab the shirt by its hem to pull it back down and stood there awkwardly until she was grabbed again by the upper arm and dragged to the door and out. There she was blocked outside by the door where the woman was holding with one foot.
Morgana then proceeded to throw what appeared to be a mini tantrum, and turned back to make some bizarre hand motions to Mordred. One hand still while upright and the other whooshed in front and behind it, and then she suddenly made what appeared to be an 'X' with her arms. He mouthed ‘What’ and shook his head in misunderstanding. She put her hand on her forehead and turned around. Apparently she still couldn’t speak, because her mouth didn’t open at all during this.
“I’m not going to let you out, or her in, until I get some answers.” Merlin said, nodding at him until there was a cough from the door. “We get some answers I mean, of course.”
“We’d like to know why you people are here trying to ruin our lives.” Said the woman from the door, “Please, it's to early for this.”
“How do you know we are here to ruin your lives?” Mordred said, “Maybe we’re here to get some…” He looked down at his menu and back up to Merlin “To get some blueberry pancakes,”
“I highly doubt that would be why you are here, and then mention to Merlin something about destiny.”
“That is true.” He nodded, looking down at the menu in mock contemplation.
“Not everyone in Ealdor is dumb.” She said smugly, and smirked at Merlin about something of what seemed to be an inside joke.
“I never said that Gwen, I simply said the people in this town where not the sharpest crayons in the box to not have caught on to me yet.” He shrugged and Morgana found herself in the diner again, bashing into the counter.
“You think after being able to do that since you where 4 that you would be more elegant at it.” He smirked at his sister. She frowned at him, threw up her hands for the second time in less than five minutes, and sat on a stool.
“It wasn’t her, it was me.” The black-haired man said, frowning at Mordred in confusion. “You two can do magic too?”
“Yes we can, and usually pretty well. Beware, we’re veeeerrry powerful.” He made a motion with his hands that brought them face-level and then to his waist in the shape of a lopsided circle.
Everyone in the room stared at him.
“Ok so back to business I guess, I’ll just look at the menu here. I heard the pancakes where good.” He hid behind the colorfully laminated paper for a few seconds before bringing it down again. “Fine, fine. I’ll tell you why we're here.”
“Thank god, thought we where gonna be forced to torture your girlfriend here.”
“I told you. We. Are. Twins.” He glared at the dark skinned woman and took off his hat completely.
“I guess that is an unnaturally bright red you two have going there, although it could be fake.” She looked between the pair, “Maybe.”
“Anyway, my sister and I are here to investigate what one of our… colleagues I guess you could call them, found.” He stopped for a dramatic pause; the look Morgana gave told him that it was too long. “Our names are Mordred,” he pointed to himself, “and Morgana.”
The woman at the door snorted, as if it was a joke. “Merlin, Morgana, Mordred, and Guinevere, that is to rich.”
“Guinevere? See, we are meant to meet. It is a whole apocalypse deal going on here. That’s what Bedivere thinks anyway. He brought in a couple of other odd named people in, Galahad, Gawain, et cetera. We’re all meant to meet so we can save the world.” He looked at Merlin eagerly. All he got was the wide eyed look.
“Some one has been watching too much Heroes.” The old man from earlier said.
Morgana clapped her hands over her mouth and glared at Mordred, as if blaming him the man sitting in the corner. Mordred just sighed, and the old man disappeared. Morgana glared at him and then at the door. Did the hand motion form earlier and then flipped him off.
“Oh, that’s what you meant.” He then had the gall to grin sheepishly.
“What did you do?!” Merlin asked, obviously panicking.
“I didn’t do anything, I just sent him home.”
“Sending him home is doing something! Don’t you think he’ll be a little suspicious about suddenly being there, especially after he heard people talking about magic and gryphins and -“ Merlin was obviously very close to hyperventilating, "And how on earth would you know where he lived?!"
“Just calm down, everything will be fiiine.” Mordred put his hands flat facing the floor and then lowered them in what he assumed was a placating gesture. “He’ll wake up in his bed and think this was all a dream anyway.” He shrugged a little, “Probably, anyway. It’s been a while since I had to do that.”
Merlin looked over to where Morgana had sat down on a bar stool. She shrugged also.
“Going back to my -“ He stopped and looked around, “Back to my tale of heroics and saving the world from evil things, we where all meant to meet. See we just need a few others to complete our set.”
“You are making us sound like a collection of rare statuettes or something.” Guinevere frowned at this.
“I believe I was the one talking woman, now shut up.”
“You shut up, I want-“
“No. Now. We are magic, like Merlin here is. Although he is no doubt much more powerful than we are. With the being more well-known and all, even though that technically might not be more powerful, could just be because he’s the right hand of Arthur or whatever in the stories.” Mordred and Morgana nodded at each other in this decision. “We’ve discussed this before, but Arthur seems to believe you’ll be some sort of God. He has issues with arrogance and fame, obviously.”
“But we’ve seen that he is more powerful. Since your sister can’t seem to break his spell.” Guinevere raised an eyebrow at him, and seemed to be much too proud of her statement.
“We each have some sort of specific talent, our’s just isn’t spell breaking. We tend to make it worse when we try.” Morgana glared at him.
“Why? What did you two do before you met these others.” The other sorcerer asked, giving them both suspicious looks. “Things that would involve not breaking spells?”
“Well, we can break our spells just fine, breaking other people’s spells involves a bit more mental finesse than we seem to have at our disposal.” Morgana stared at him, and Merlin and Guinevere shared a look that obviously meant they thought he was either lying, or actually as stupid as they initially thought him to be.
“Fine, it involves untangling threads of other people’s magic. Which we are actually very good at doing. Very, very good at.” Merlin and Guinevere just glared from their place near the door, and Morgana lifted her eyes to the ceiling and suddenly they widened.
“Come on people, connect dots. Seriously, we’re the bad guys in the stories… “He moved his hand in a spinning motion. “We were thieves, stealing from tombs in Egypt, Somalia, Peru. Basically anywhere with pretty, shiny junk worth a ridiculous amount of money, we’ve been to and stolen from.”
“We are very old.” Morgana said from the corner, Merlin stared at her in horror. “Dude, you let your guard down for an instant. It was very stupid on your part. If I had known all it took was a little shock, I would have kissed him.” She finished the sentance with a pointed look at Gwen.
“Yes, yes. Moving on. We where alive when the stories where written after all. We thought it was a coincidence.”
“A really weird coincidence.”
“Yeh, I mean Arthur isn’t even technically from our planet.”
“And he has wings. Sometimes.”
“I’m not his son-“
“-and he isn’t my brother.”
“But he is a good leader sometimes.”
“So I guess the king thing makes sense.”
“Although the writer of the prophecy was obviously on crack or something when they wrote it.” Mordred shrugged, and sat back down on the booth he started out in. “Anyway, a man named Bertilak approached us a while back, and he had apparently been following us for a really long time.”
“Centuries at least.” Morgana shot in.
“Yeah, I mean how could he have known about the c-“ He suddenly cut off, glaring at Morgana.
“I don’t know if we should be telling them everything. They so far just think we’re crazies.” Morgana glared back at him before looking to Merlin and Guinevere. She lifted her sunglasses up.
“Ehck, the red eyes are seriously creepy.” Guinevere said, eyes diverting to the floor in an attempt to hide the fact she had stared for a moment.
“You are correct though, we do just believe you to be completely crazy.” Merlin said, “But I have met a few other magic users who had been driven mad, so its ok.”
“How can this all just be a coincidence? We all have names from a well known legend, you think our parents got together, knew they were going to have magical children, and just named us accordingly? Because I can bet I’m old enough to be your grand father’s ancestor.”
“He could be your grandfather’s ancestor.”
“Must you always insist that I’m a whore?”
“Yes, I must actually. It’s a sibling law. Also, it's true.” She smirked over the menu she had finally picked up, in an obvious attempt to relieve the tension in the room. At least in her opinion. He frowned at her and the menu appeared back in its holder on the bar.
“It doesn’t matter how old you are, all that matters is that the story has been written, and what your saying doesn’t go along with it.” Guinevere said as she twirled her hair around her fingers.
“Means this prophecy business is bull.” Merlin said.
“And it could just be a really weird coincidence.”
“You don’t even want to meet Arthur? He’s an alien, which is sort of cool. Even to me, and since having been alive for as long as I have, that is saying something." Morgana rolled her eyes, again. "Please come with us, just to meet them and see what it’s like. Maybe with more evidence you’ll believe us.” He shrugged as he finished.
“Besides, if you don’t come back with us, Bertilak will come and bring Gawain. Who is like this huge dude - “
“-who’ll physically force you to come back-”
“-with ropes.”
Guinevere sighed and jumped over the bar that separated the dining room from the outer kitchen area. She opened up a heated container and took out a paper cup with the logo of a red goat on the side. It was obviously coffee and the smell permeated the room as she took a long drink.
She sighed, obviously wishing she had stayed home sick today.
“It wasn’t that bad, you’re just lucky I was in a good mood.” The woman grinned wide, sharp eye teeth glinting in the bright sun.
“Never, never again will you have coffee. The record of it ever existing to you is erased, I command it so.” He said, kicking off from the tire.
“Get out of my face before we discover if your tongue can grow back.” She used her palm and shoved the man’s face forcefully away.
“I still don’t understand why we’re here, you practically kidnapped me from my own home-“
“We live together you idiot.” She shoved her glasses up into her hair to look at him properly, giving him a prime view for the condescending look she gave him.
“So? Still kidnapping.” He shoved her into the truck by her shoulder and seemed to disappear into thin air, and then reappear on the other side of the truck bed just in time to hear her curse him. He then proceeded to stick his tongue out at her and grin from his side of the truck. She glared and leaned back against the bed, looking into the clear sky.
“We’re here because I got some information that there might be another one of us here.”
“Ah… So why are we here? Isn’t this Bertilak and Arthur’s turn?” He appeared once again at her side.
“I may have owed Berty a favor…” She locked her hands behind her head and began to walk towards the diner they had parked in front of.
“What for?! You never get out of the house!” He ran with his hands in his pockets, catching up with her and almost tripping on his own feet for lack of balance.
“He helped me out with something.” She turned on her heel causing him to run into her, “And it’s none of your business, so don’t even ask.” She glared at him one last time before shoving the sunglasses down on her nose and walking inside.
Inside was mismatched table clothes and soft leather booth seats, each table worn in and comfortable looking. Sanitary on the other hand, not so much.
“Seat yourselves and I’ll send my waiter over to you in a jiffy.” An old man, wrinkled and smiling, motioned them towards the row of booths along the window. The man quickly sat down in the one second to the back, and pulled the woman along.
“They’re in here somewhere, I can feel it.” He shivered, goose bumps appearing on his bare forearms.
“Yeah, me too. Feels strong, stronger than Bertilak.”
“Please, please don’t be evil…” The man whispered into his arms, crossed over the dingy metal tabletop .
“Are you feeling okay? Sir? I’m um, here to deliver your menus and… water and stuff…” A scruffy looking man had appeared, stumbling over his words and standing awkwardly holding out menus to the pair. “I’ll just be back, in a couple of-“
“MERLIN! Stop being so intrusive with the guests.” Someone yelled from behind the door leading to the kitchen. The man’s eyes widened, mouthing ‘one moment’ he stepped into the kitchen.
“So… He doesn’t look dangerous…” She said, “And according to the legend he’s actually a good guy. And we’re the bad guys in there after all…”
“We are sort of bad guys here, but just really unsuccessful ones.” He banged the salt and pepper shakers together creating a sharp crack.
“Merlin is supposed to be some kind of old man anyway. Maybe the guy from earlier?” She fought the salt and pepper shakers out of his grip and set them back on the table.
“And I’m supposed to be Arthur’s son. But is that true? No. Neither are you his sister, instead you’re my wonderful sibling.” He gave her a flat look, eyelids hooded in attempt to cover up the underlying mischief.
“It would be odd to be Arthur’s son anyway, we’re nothing alike. Not even in terms of anatomy, gryphic bastard.”
“Did you say gryphic?” Merlin was back, speaking in a low tone.
“Uh…” Mordred looked to his sister, she shrugged.
“Yeh, I might have.” He licked his teeth and heard his sister sigh in frustration.
“Do you always have to be so -?” She was suddenly silenced and the noises of her struggles where muted but many.
“I am serious, you have red eyes and your girlfriend is wearing sunglasses indoors. I know you aren’t normal.” He had a firm grip on Mordred’s shoulder and it was slowly tightening.
“First off, she is not my girlfriend, ow. She’s my sister, we’re twins. See the resemblance?” He pulled out a lock of hair from his hat and showed how it was a similar unnatural shade. “Secondly, I’m not seeing how it’s any of your business anyway.”
There was a dull thunk and he looked over to see that his sister had laid her head upon the table with her hands over her eyes. She gave out a tiny whine.
“I need to know why you two are here before I bring out my friend to kick you guys out.” He looked Mordred in the eyes and he watched as the waiter’s turned squinted and his sister’s whines suddenly stopped.
“Oh shit. Uh we need to talk to you about your destiny.”
“No, I don’t think you do. Out.” Young woman of about 20 or so, with dark skin and curly hair tied up in a bun grabbed Morgana by the back of her thin shirt and pulled her out of the booth. Morgana scrambled quickly to grab the shirt by its hem to pull it back down and stood there awkwardly until she was grabbed again by the upper arm and dragged to the door and out. There she was blocked outside by the door where the woman was holding with one foot.
Morgana then proceeded to throw what appeared to be a mini tantrum, and turned back to make some bizarre hand motions to Mordred. One hand still while upright and the other whooshed in front and behind it, and then she suddenly made what appeared to be an 'X' with her arms. He mouthed ‘What’ and shook his head in misunderstanding. She put her hand on her forehead and turned around. Apparently she still couldn’t speak, because her mouth didn’t open at all during this.
“I’m not going to let you out, or her in, until I get some answers.” Merlin said, nodding at him until there was a cough from the door. “We get some answers I mean, of course.”
“We’d like to know why you people are here trying to ruin our lives.” Said the woman from the door, “Please, it's to early for this.”
“How do you know we are here to ruin your lives?” Mordred said, “Maybe we’re here to get some…” He looked down at his menu and back up to Merlin “To get some blueberry pancakes,”
“I highly doubt that would be why you are here, and then mention to Merlin something about destiny.”
“That is true.” He nodded, looking down at the menu in mock contemplation.
“Not everyone in Ealdor is dumb.” She said smugly, and smirked at Merlin about something of what seemed to be an inside joke.
“I never said that Gwen, I simply said the people in this town where not the sharpest crayons in the box to not have caught on to me yet.” He shrugged and Morgana found herself in the diner again, bashing into the counter.
“You think after being able to do that since you where 4 that you would be more elegant at it.” He smirked at his sister. She frowned at him, threw up her hands for the second time in less than five minutes, and sat on a stool.
“It wasn’t her, it was me.” The black-haired man said, frowning at Mordred in confusion. “You two can do magic too?”
“Yes we can, and usually pretty well. Beware, we’re veeeerrry powerful.” He made a motion with his hands that brought them face-level and then to his waist in the shape of a lopsided circle.
Everyone in the room stared at him.
“Ok so back to business I guess, I’ll just look at the menu here. I heard the pancakes where good.” He hid behind the colorfully laminated paper for a few seconds before bringing it down again. “Fine, fine. I’ll tell you why we're here.”
“Thank god, thought we where gonna be forced to torture your girlfriend here.”
“I told you. We. Are. Twins.” He glared at the dark skinned woman and took off his hat completely.
“I guess that is an unnaturally bright red you two have going there, although it could be fake.” She looked between the pair, “Maybe.”
“Anyway, my sister and I are here to investigate what one of our… colleagues I guess you could call them, found.” He stopped for a dramatic pause; the look Morgana gave told him that it was too long. “Our names are Mordred,” he pointed to himself, “and Morgana.”
The woman at the door snorted, as if it was a joke. “Merlin, Morgana, Mordred, and Guinevere, that is to rich.”
“Guinevere? See, we are meant to meet. It is a whole apocalypse deal going on here. That’s what Bedivere thinks anyway. He brought in a couple of other odd named people in, Galahad, Gawain, et cetera. We’re all meant to meet so we can save the world.” He looked at Merlin eagerly. All he got was the wide eyed look.
“Some one has been watching too much Heroes.” The old man from earlier said.
Morgana clapped her hands over her mouth and glared at Mordred, as if blaming him the man sitting in the corner. Mordred just sighed, and the old man disappeared. Morgana glared at him and then at the door. Did the hand motion form earlier and then flipped him off.
“Oh, that’s what you meant.” He then had the gall to grin sheepishly.
“What did you do?!” Merlin asked, obviously panicking.
“I didn’t do anything, I just sent him home.”
“Sending him home is doing something! Don’t you think he’ll be a little suspicious about suddenly being there, especially after he heard people talking about magic and gryphins and -“ Merlin was obviously very close to hyperventilating, "And how on earth would you know where he lived?!"
“Just calm down, everything will be fiiine.” Mordred put his hands flat facing the floor and then lowered them in what he assumed was a placating gesture. “He’ll wake up in his bed and think this was all a dream anyway.” He shrugged a little, “Probably, anyway. It’s been a while since I had to do that.”
Merlin looked over to where Morgana had sat down on a bar stool. She shrugged also.
“Going back to my -“ He stopped and looked around, “Back to my tale of heroics and saving the world from evil things, we where all meant to meet. See we just need a few others to complete our set.”
“You are making us sound like a collection of rare statuettes or something.” Guinevere frowned at this.
“I believe I was the one talking woman, now shut up.”
“You shut up, I want-“
“No. Now. We are magic, like Merlin here is. Although he is no doubt much more powerful than we are. With the being more well-known and all, even though that technically might not be more powerful, could just be because he’s the right hand of Arthur or whatever in the stories.” Mordred and Morgana nodded at each other in this decision. “We’ve discussed this before, but Arthur seems to believe you’ll be some sort of God. He has issues with arrogance and fame, obviously.”
“But we’ve seen that he is more powerful. Since your sister can’t seem to break his spell.” Guinevere raised an eyebrow at him, and seemed to be much too proud of her statement.
“We each have some sort of specific talent, our’s just isn’t spell breaking. We tend to make it worse when we try.” Morgana glared at him.
“Why? What did you two do before you met these others.” The other sorcerer asked, giving them both suspicious looks. “Things that would involve not breaking spells?”
“Well, we can break our spells just fine, breaking other people’s spells involves a bit more mental finesse than we seem to have at our disposal.” Morgana stared at him, and Merlin and Guinevere shared a look that obviously meant they thought he was either lying, or actually as stupid as they initially thought him to be.
“Fine, it involves untangling threads of other people’s magic. Which we are actually very good at doing. Very, very good at.” Merlin and Guinevere just glared from their place near the door, and Morgana lifted her eyes to the ceiling and suddenly they widened.
“Come on people, connect dots. Seriously, we’re the bad guys in the stories… “He moved his hand in a spinning motion. “We were thieves, stealing from tombs in Egypt, Somalia, Peru. Basically anywhere with pretty, shiny junk worth a ridiculous amount of money, we’ve been to and stolen from.”
“We are very old.” Morgana said from the corner, Merlin stared at her in horror. “Dude, you let your guard down for an instant. It was very stupid on your part. If I had known all it took was a little shock, I would have kissed him.” She finished the sentance with a pointed look at Gwen.
“Yes, yes. Moving on. We where alive when the stories where written after all. We thought it was a coincidence.”
“A really weird coincidence.”
“Yeh, I mean Arthur isn’t even technically from our planet.”
“And he has wings. Sometimes.”
“I’m not his son-“
“-and he isn’t my brother.”
“But he is a good leader sometimes.”
“So I guess the king thing makes sense.”
“Although the writer of the prophecy was obviously on crack or something when they wrote it.” Mordred shrugged, and sat back down on the booth he started out in. “Anyway, a man named Bertilak approached us a while back, and he had apparently been following us for a really long time.”
“Centuries at least.” Morgana shot in.
“Yeah, I mean how could he have known about the c-“ He suddenly cut off, glaring at Morgana.
“I don’t know if we should be telling them everything. They so far just think we’re crazies.” Morgana glared back at him before looking to Merlin and Guinevere. She lifted her sunglasses up.
“Ehck, the red eyes are seriously creepy.” Guinevere said, eyes diverting to the floor in an attempt to hide the fact she had stared for a moment.
“You are correct though, we do just believe you to be completely crazy.” Merlin said, “But I have met a few other magic users who had been driven mad, so its ok.”
“How can this all just be a coincidence? We all have names from a well known legend, you think our parents got together, knew they were going to have magical children, and just named us accordingly? Because I can bet I’m old enough to be your grand father’s ancestor.”
“He could be your grandfather’s ancestor.”
“Must you always insist that I’m a whore?”
“Yes, I must actually. It’s a sibling law. Also, it's true.” She smirked over the menu she had finally picked up, in an obvious attempt to relieve the tension in the room. At least in her opinion. He frowned at her and the menu appeared back in its holder on the bar.
“It doesn’t matter how old you are, all that matters is that the story has been written, and what your saying doesn’t go along with it.” Guinevere said as she twirled her hair around her fingers.
“Means this prophecy business is bull.” Merlin said.
“And it could just be a really weird coincidence.”
“You don’t even want to meet Arthur? He’s an alien, which is sort of cool. Even to me, and since having been alive for as long as I have, that is saying something." Morgana rolled her eyes, again. "Please come with us, just to meet them and see what it’s like. Maybe with more evidence you’ll believe us.” He shrugged as he finished.
“Besides, if you don’t come back with us, Bertilak will come and bring Gawain. Who is like this huge dude - “
“-who’ll physically force you to come back-”
“-with ropes.”
Guinevere sighed and jumped over the bar that separated the dining room from the outer kitchen area. She opened up a heated container and took out a paper cup with the logo of a red goat on the side. It was obviously coffee and the smell permeated the room as she took a long drink.
She sighed, obviously wishing she had stayed home sick today.