Written by rachel76m
Edited by Don Kaufman
The list of characters mentioned in this story belong to the various authors that created them. This is a fan-fiction story.
It takes four hours to arrive at Heathrow Airport in London. The private jet taxis to a private hangar at the airport complex. There is a limo waiting for us inside the hangar. The doors open and a man gets out, waiting for us. The doors to the private jet open out and the steps move into place.
Mr. Pierre exits the jet first and walks to the man waiting by the limo.
“Mr. Pierre, I am the Attache Liaison to the US Embassy here in London. My name is Tom Reynolds.” He shows his ID card to Mr. Pierre.
Mr. Pierre sees the ID matches the person standing in front of him. “Thank you for showing your ID, sir.”
They quickly shake hands. Mr. Pierre doesn’t see a face change in Tom. I think he is trouble, Creator.
“Is our precious cargo on board?”
“They are Mr. Reynolds. Have you kept up with latest news since their honeymoon trip began?”
“We have. We received the latest news from Egypt and Israel. Did anything happen in Greece?”
“It was all quiet. However, we did encounter a news photographer who took pictures of him. Richard was able to stop him from publishing them. Apparently, a news reporter at the New York City trial was able to help us out in eliminating those photos.”
“That’s good. We need to keep their visit quiet as much as possible. Is there anything I should know that could happen here?”
“From what I understand, I think it might be best if you come into the jet. He can explain it better to you.”
They both walk to the jet and enter inside. We see another man following Mr. Pierre.
“Richard and Brianna, this is Tom Reynolds, He is the Attache Liaison with the US Embassy here in London.”
“I’m pleased to meet you, sir.” I stand up and shake his hand. I see no face change when he does shake my hand. However, Brianna, the fairies and I do hear the voice from the Creator. Be wary, Richard. Don’t trust him. He is a spy for Windsor.
We all sit down in the chairs.
“So, what can I do for you?”
“What are your destinations? We do need to keep track of where you are going.”
“That’s a strange question from you, Tom. My travel plans are very private if I’m going to keep a low profile.”
Then Tom gets nervous, “Well, we . . . w . . . w . . . we must know where you are going. There could be subversive groups after you.”
“Perhaps,” Then I stare at Tom Reynolds. He gets a glassy-eye stare.
Mr. Pierre sees this happening. He mumbles to himself. Oh, oh. This is not good.
“So, Tom, who do you really represent?”
“I am a spy for the Royal family. I was able to switch places with the current Liaison. This was done as soon as your name came up here at the US Embassy several weeks ago for passport visas.”
“Sigh . . .” I look at Mr. Pierre to speak quietly to him. “That is the problem being involved in security. There is always someone else who knows your schedule.”
He whispers back with a smile, “Get used to it, Richard.”
I smile back, “Yes, sir.” I look at Tom, “Tom, when you contact the Royal family, you will tell them you don’t know my schedule.”
“This is my next question, Tom. How many have tried to pull out the famous sword?”
“Only three princes have tried. They all failed. The fourth prince is too young. He refused to pull it out once he saw the results of their failure.”
“What is the current situation in Windsor?”
“The oldest prince has hired a sharp shooter to kill the one who pulls it out. They are desperate to retrieve the sword. They know there are two more groups interested in it. But, they don’t know the identity of the other two groups.”
“Then I want you to send a private message to the sharp shooter. You are not to tell anyone about it. You will forget it is from me and this conversation we had. This is the message.” I put the tip of my finger on a piece of paper and slide it in front of him. I pick up a pen and wipe it clean. Then I place it on the table. I roll the pen on top of the paper by pushing it with my finger nail. “Pick up the pen, Tom. You are going to write the message for me.”
Mr. Pierre smiles that I am not providing any physical evidence for this message being sent.
“No one is going to see this sword until all, I mean all of the people in the British Isles are ready for the true Pendragon to rule the Isles with the King of the Picts and Scots. The people of the Isles will hear rumors of the sword being seen around the world from time to time. William the Conqueror’s line will not be judged by me, but by the Creator himself. The four ancient houses will be reunited once again when the red and white dragon declare the truth.”
“From the true heir of King Arthur who can claim the Caledfwlch and the true heir of Guinevere.”
“PS. I do have the chutzpah to run a business. To your right is Mordred’s Legacy with a napalm missile, to your left is one of The Eleven. Watch and learn when it happens.”
“Now pick up the note, fold it up and put it into the envelope. Seal it. Make sure he is the only one that sees the message.”
He folds up the letter and inserts it into the envelope. He peels off the strip and folds over the flap to seal the envelope.
“Be sure to deliver it to the sharp shooter by the end of the day.”
I snap my fingers, “Snap!!”
“Huh? What just happened?”
“You must have dozed off, Tom. You better return back to your post. You have a report to deliver.”
“Yes, sir.” He gets up from his seat and exits the plane. He gets into the limo and closes the door.
The driver takes him to his destination, not the US Embassy, but to Windsor. He looks at the sealed envelope in his hands. Hmm . . . I better keep this letter hidden from everyone in Windsor. He opens his briefcase and hides it between two folders. Then he locks it.
The driver arrives at a side entrance to the castle grounds. The driver pulls into an empty parking spot with the other limos. He leaves his brief case in the car. He walks to a nearby building. He is joined by a Castle chamberlain. They walk down the hallways and make several left and right-hand turns. The chamberlain stops at a door and opens it up. Tom enters the room. The Chamberlain closes the door once Tom is inside the room. “Click!!” He sees the Prince, the Queen, and three M1 agents in attendance.
“Have a seat, Tom.”
“Thank you, my Queen.”
They all sit down in chairs around a long table.
“Did Richard give you his schedule where he is going to be, Tom?”
“He didn’t tell me anything, my Queen.”
“What?! Explain the encounter!! I want every detail.”
“Yes, my Queen. I remember discussing the current situation with Mr. Pierre. I was told from the US Embassy staff we’re aware of what happened in Israel and in Egypt. Mr. Pierre told me a photographer took a picture of Richard. Then Richard intervened with the help of the news reporter from the New York City trial to eliminate those photos. I do remember he is not going to tell me where they are going.”
“It seems, Richard wants to keep a very low profile, even from us. Well, we’ll oblige his request. You don’t happen to know which hotel he is checked into?”
“I don’t, my Queen.”
“Once you find out, bug their room. We’ll just have to pick up the pieces if anyone decides to attack him. Sigh . . . You may go, Tom.”
“Thank you, my Queen.” He gets up and bows quickly and back up. He turns around and exits the room.
“It would have been nice to know what his plans are.”
“We’ll find out, my Queen. He has to report to the US Embassy at least. But, then again, after what happened in New York City, I would not want to be in the group to attack him. He easily defeated a terrorist group of twenty in Egypt all by himself. I asked the police officer who brought them in. He said, Richard put fear into all of them. How? The officer didn’t have the words to describe it.”
“What’s his martial art training?”
“From what we were able to find out, he has earned the Third Degree Black sash of ten for the Shaolin Dragon Master title. That puts him way above our own agents. So, we are having our agents at least earn the first degree black sash.”
“Sigh . . . very well. You may go back to the Circus.”
“Thank you, my Queen.”
The three men get up from the chairs. They do a quick bow and rise back up. They turn around and exit the room.
Once the three men left the building, they get into their car. One of them drives back to headquarters.
“Richard is onto them. Did you see Tom’s face when he tried to recall the conversation?”
“Yes, he had a relaxed face as his eyes almost appeared glassy-eyed. Somehow, Richard did a hypnotic trick on him. I wonder what Richard learned from him. He probably had Tom do something without being aware of it.”
“It could be anything. We do know Richard is very smart.”
“At least he saved our money from that Euro Scam.”
“Did you see the Prince and Queen squirm when they learned about Richard’s plans?”
“There is something going on between those two. What have we found out about those three tents on the hill tops looking over the sword in Wales?”
“I heard three groups mentioned here among the staff. I heard Mordred’s Legacy, The Eleven and a sharpshooter hired by the prince.”
“Mordred’s Legacy? They are the secret assassin squad for the royalty. The Eleven refers to another hidden group. I heard from the FBI and Interpol they showed up after Richard’s New York City Trial.”
“I also heard Richard was able to protect them in that parking garage. His story is getting better and better.”
“What are we going to do about that sharpshooter?”
“We’ll have three agents out there for observation. If someone comes to actually pull out the famed sword, our three agents will be needed to intercept them and bring them in for questioning.”
“All right, we’ve got other work to do. We need to contact our agents abroad for an update.”
The other two respond together at the same time, “Yes, Jaguar One!!”
The Prince and the Queen stand up and look out the window. “Sigh . . . I hope you are doing the right thing, my son. We need that sword to legitimize our existence.”
He takes off his right glove. He looks at it. “I know, mother. I still don’t know who else wants it.” He sees the stained ‘X’ is still in the palm of his right hand. He tried to wash it everyday, but it still remains. “Sigh . . .”
“If the true heir to King Arthur shows up, we are nothing.”
He puts the glove back on. “Perhaps you can send that secret group who does our dirty work to secure our throne.”
“Sigh . . . It looks like I’ll have to, my son.”
They both leave from the room together and go their separate ways.
Tom gets escorted by the Chamberlain back to his car. He gets in and informs the driver to drive to Wales where the sword is located. The driver turns on the engine and exits the Castle compound. He takes the Northwest roads to Wales. It takes about four hours to arrive at the town that is near the lake. He walks into the mail center and gives the letter to the postal worker. He puts the letter into the slot that is assigned to him. Tom leaves the mail center and is driven to a nearby bed and breakfast to spend the night. In the morning he returns back to the US Embassy. He knows he will get interrogated by the staff there.
The sharp shooter comes into town to check his mail. He is given a blank envelope. Hmm . . . it is unmarked. I am not surprised. He opens it and reads the contents. He mumbles to himself, “What? This is impossible. How did he know what to say?” Then he sees the two names. “They want it too?” I heard of those two groups. They are whispers inside the Castle. This letter tells me he will be here very soon. Perhaps within a day or two. No way I’m going to tell the Prince about this letter. It seems this descendent of Arthur is concerned for everyone’s safety. He folds up the letter and puts it back into the envelope. He puts it into his coat pocket. He looks around and doesn’t see the other two men from the other tents. He exits the mail center and walks to a nearby food mart. He buys what he needs and carries them out in small bags. He hikes to the hill top where his tent is set up.
“Well, it looks like my back up plan will have to be put into motion, Richard.”
Pierre walks up to the front cockpit. They contact the chauffeur for Mr. Pierre’s branch here in London. He quickly agrees to be there in fifteen minutes.
We get ourselves unloaded from the private jet. By the time we get unloaded, the chauffeur shows up in the hangar. He gets out and walks up to Mr. Pierre.
“What happened to the Attache Liaison, Mr. Pierre?”
“Richard was able to determine he was a spy from Windsor.”
“Blimey . . . all right, Mr. Pierre. I’ll get you to the Grosvenor Marriott Resort safely.”
“After we check into the rooms, we’ll need a trip to the US Embassy.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Pierre.”
“Did you bring your luggage?”
The driver smiles, “Yes I did, Mr. Pierre.”
We all help load up the limo into the trunk. We get into the limo. The driver takes us to downtown London. It takes about forty-five minutes to arrive there. He pulls into the main entrance of the Hotel on Buckingham Palace Road. The guard opens one of the gates for us. As soon as the car is parked, two porters from inside the Hotel, walk out and push forward two dollies. As soon as we get out, I see a double take from a porter. I quickly put my fingers to my mouth. He quickly nods his head up and down. They proceed to unload the luggage onto the dollies. The valet comes to drive the limo to the valet lot after a ticket is given to the driver.
We walk into the main lobby as quietly as possible. We walk up to the main desk. The concierge quickly recognizes me. I put my fingers to my mouth again. He nods his head up and down quickly.
“This is supposed to be our honeymoon. I need no, ahem, hawkers on our trail.”
“I understand, sir. I’ll inform the security staff to be wary of the situation. We get enough headaches with the celebrities who do check in here. Fortunately, there are none of them here during the time you are here.”
He proceeds to get our key cards ready for us. We sign the forms to have the charges transferred to our credit or debit cards. We are given the key cards. They are for the fourth floor.
We get escorted by the bellmen to the fourth floor via the elevators. We walk down the hallway until we come to our rooms. We use the key cards to open the doors. The bellmen place the appropriate luggage into each room.
We all walk inside. As soon as the door closes, the fairies fly out of the coat pockets. They fly about quickly to check the room out. They look out the window and see some nearby parks.
“This is a very luxurious room, father. We have a great view of the parks. Then there are the Buckingham Palace gardens nearby.”
“How long will you be at the US Embassy, mother?”
“I don’t know, Bianca. We should be back as soon as possible, perhaps two hours at the most. We have to plan our trips for the next five days. It looks like it will be Wales tomorrow. We’ll visit some sights there. Then we’ll do Scotland on Saturday.”
“Of course things could change if we get dreams from the Creator again, Omega.”
“That’s very true, Traphel.”
The fairies decide to stay in the room to relax and watch TV. They’ll have their lunch here in the room, while we have ours at a nearby café. If it is too busy, we’ll have the driver run in doing a carry out and take it back to our rooms.
We exit the rooms and walk back to the main lobby. The driver has the valet service bring the limo up to the main entrance. We all get inside. The driver takes us to the US Embassy on the north side of Buckingham Palace. We stop at the check point for the Embassy on the north side of the building. The windows are rolled down for the marine guard to see us.
“We have been expecting you. Please enter the compound. You’ll find a parking spot straight ahead on your left. The entrance is right there.”
“Thank you, marine.”
“Thank you, for saving our money.” He smiles and gives me a quick salute.
I salute back with a smile. “You’re welcome.”
The driver drives forward until he finds an empty parking spot on the left-hand side. He pulls into it and turns off the engine. We get out of the car. Immediately we see four marines and one man walking our way. The driver locks the doors with his remote, “Beep!!”
“Welcome to London, Mr. Pierre, Richard and Brianna. We hope the stay here will be quieter than Egypt.”
“What is your name, sir?”
“Ah, forgive me, Richard. My name is Albert Montague. I am the Attache Liaison to the Embassy here.”
Mr. Pierre and I look at each other quickly. “Oh, oh . . . we have a problem.”
“What are you talking about, Richard?”
“We need to get inside quickly and have a meeting right away. We had an encounter with someone this morning with your same title.”
“Say no more, Richard. I think I know whom you are talking about. Follow me please.”
“What about me, Mr. Pierre? I’m your driver.”
“We have a waiting area where you can sit and relax. There are restrooms, a TV and a canteen as well.”
“That sounds fine to me, sir.”
We follow Albert as we get escorted by the marines. The marines open the doors for us. As soon as we walk in, we encounter the metal detectors. We empty our pockets of wallets and cell phones, we take off our shoes and belts. They are placed in a small basket, including Brianna’s purse. We walk through the scanners to prove we don’t have any metal on us. We walk through cleanly. We then put our shoes and belts back on. Then we put our wallets and cell phones back into our pockets. Brianna puts her purse back onto her shoulder. We follow them into the main lobby.
“This is where you can stay while we have our meeting. You’ll have to stay here, Brianna. You are not cleared for high level security.”
Brianna smiles, “Perhaps not right now, sir. But I think I will be in the future.”
Everyone chuckles at Brianna’s optimism. Brianna opens her purse to take out her e-pad. She turns it on to read a story she has been reading lately. Mr. Pierre and I follow Albert and the marines down the hallways to another room on the same floor. The three of us enter the room. The marines stay outside to guard the doorway. We sit down on the chairs that are placed around the table. There are a keyboard and monitor on another small table in the room.
“Wouldn’t that gentleman you met this morning have the name of Tom Reynolds?”
“It is sir. Apparently you’ve heard of him.”
“We have. He was assigned here from the Palace about three weeks ago.”
“It is no coincidence he is here, Albert. I was able to get the truth when I stared at him. As soon as the list of the passport visas showed my name, the switch took place. He reports directly to the Queen.”
“Ah, that’s what happened around here. He proved too eager with his duties. We had a quick meeting this morning about your arrival. As soon as the meeting was over with, he disappeared. When I went out to the car to get you, I find the car gone. So, what did happen when he met you?”
“Does everyone here hear the voice of the Creator, Albert?”
“We all do. Which is a big bonus for all of us. When we shook hands with Tom, we got no reaction from his face.”
“We didn’t see one either.” I retell the encounter we had with Tom on the private jet.
“Heh, heh, that is great. You were able to a send a message to the sharp shooter without his knowledge. And you gave him nothing about your traveling schedule. That will keep them in the dark for the time being. So, which Marriott are you staying at?”
“The one that is on Buckingham Palace Road.”
“That is just to the south of the Palace itself. So, what are your plans for your honeymoon trip here?”
“Tomorrow, will be a visit to Wales. Saturday, we’ll be in Scotland. However, for that trip, we would like to use the train from the North side of London.”
“Ah . . . you must be a Harry Potter film fan. It is still a drawing destination for the movie fans at the Kings Crossing Train Station.”
“After that, it is a trip to Ireland to visit the sites there. I know the last leg is a trip to Oslo, Norway. That will be next week before we go home.”
“I have a question before you go. In that letter you had Tom write, are you really descended from King Arthur?”
“I didn’t know until my parents were killed in the car while I was in college. I do know a plane crashed into their car. I found out the Spirit of Sauron caused that plane to crash.”
“So, he does exist. We also know The Eleven exist as well.”
I smile at Albert, “Have no worries, I have been a thorn in their side for years.” I then give an update on the situation in Wales.
“That’s good. You’re upsetting their plans. You better hide that sword in a good place.”
“I know where I’m going to keep it. It will be well protected.”
Albert smiles, “Then don’t tell me. I don’t want to cause you more problems there.”
Mr. Pierre speaks up next, “So, have you upgraded your servers here?”
“We have, Mr. Pierre. We purchased the 3D-Server from Secure-Sys. It has done very well in keeping out the hackers. I hear there is a serious upgrade to the 3D-Server. Is that right, Richard?”
“There is, Albert. It will have 7,776 CPUs. That is the first googleplex level from six to the sixth power.”
“That is a serious upgrade. How much space does it take?”
“Well, there will be ten CPUs on a system board. Then there will be multiple combinations from serial to parallel. It should be about the half the size of your main frame here. The bonus is the operating temperature. It operates at room temperature. We used the heat generated from it to run a heat extractor air conditioner.”
“That’s impressive. Has anyone made a special request yet?”
“Yes, it is from the science people. They want to use it for the AIVAS computer system.”
“I remember reading that report from the science groups. They want to use it on some of their exploration rockets to find other worlds. That’s a very worth while goal to achieve. Is there any other place you might be, Richard?”
I look at Mr. Pierre, I nod my head up and down. We both look at Albert. “I think Brianna and I will be doing a quick trip to Romania. How? I don’t know at this point.”
“What is the situation?”
“There is going to be an attack on the Romanian Dragons. Their magical barrier is being taken down by The Eleven. We had a dream encounter while we slept one night ago. They are fearing for their lives. They asked for my help. About a week ago, we were given another dream from the Creator concerning these dragons.”
“Hmm . . . I just got confirmation from the Creator himself, Richard. He tells me you will find your answer when you are in Scotland. It is tied to the full moon this Sunday.”
“Then we’ll have to be patient until Saturday.” I hear from Tiger speaking to my mind.
We’ll be ready, father.
“Well, that is all for now. That hotel you’re at, has a lot of people on the streets. There is a bus terminal right on the corner with the hotel. Let’s hope you don’t cause a celebrity riot there.” Albert smiles at us.
We smile back, “Then let’s hope it is a restrained riot. At least the hotel staff is aware of our presence. Let’s hope they do an excellent job in keeping everybody safe.”
“That is all we can hope for.”
We all stand back up. We shake hands with each other. Albert walks to the door and opens it. “You can escort them back to their limo, marines.”
“It will be done, sir.”
Another marine speaks up, “Sir, I would like to ask a question to Richard.”
“You may go ahead and ask it, marine.”
“Thank you, sir. Richard, I am from Raleigh, North Carolina. I remember what you did there. Could you come here in your spare time to teach us some martial art moves in handling crowds? I know the military are doing the best they can in teaching us. We just like to have another perspective.”
I smile at the marines. “I’ll see how much time I have left each day. I can’t make any promises on which day it will be. I only have five days here in the Isles. All it takes is an hour to do it.”
“Thank you, Richard. We look forward to when you do have the time.”
We get escorted back to the lobby area. The driver and Brianna see us coming back. Brianna turns off her e-pad and puts it into her purse. They both stand up at the same time.
“That didn’t take long, Mr. Pierre.”
“No, it didn’t. Well, it is time for lunch.”
“I know the perfect café for us to eat at.”
“You do realize, if there are too many people there, you might have to run in and get the order.”
“I remember what we talked about, Mr. Pierre.”
We get escorted by the marines back to the limo. Then all four marines thank me for saving their money. I reply, “you’re welcome.”
We get into the limo. The driver takes us from the US Embassy compound. He drives the streets of London until he finds the café he is looking for. We all see the long line for the fish and chip café. There are five people waiting outside the door. He quickly pulls into a nearby curbside parking lot before it gets taken.
“Well, it looks like it will be a wait of about fifteen minutes. It does move fast. We have seen longer lines before. This is the best fish and chip café on this side of London.”
“We’ll square up the bill later. We’ll stay here in the car.”
“Yes, sir.” The driver gets out and closes the door. He quickly locks it with the remote. “Beep!” He quickly gets in line and waits for his turn.
Fortunately, our windows are tinted so no one can see who is in the limo. There are some people who try to take a peek. All they get is a stare from Mr. Pierre. They quickly back away and continue their way down the sidewalk. About fifteen minutes later, the driver comes back with a large paper bag filled with food. He quickly gets in and places the bag on the passenger front seat. He turns on the engine and quickly drives back to the hotel.
“There were some people asking me who I was driving for. I told them there is no way I will tell them. Fortunately, most of them assumed it was some dignitary who wished to keep a low profile. Which is true, Mr. Pierre.”
“You’re right about that.”
The driver takes us back to the Hotel on Buckingham Palace Road. As soon as we pull in, a valet comes out to drive the car to the valet lot.
“There is a small food mart here, Richard. We are getting something cold to drink.”
“We’ll follow you.”
We find the small food mart in the Hotel. They each get a beer to drink. Brianna and I purchase two cold jasmine tea bottles. We divide up the separate bags inside the larger bag. We take our drinks and lunch bags to the elevators and arrive on the fourth floor.
“You have an hour for lunch, Richard. We’ll be going to visit a museum or two this afternoon.”
Once we get into rooms and close the doors, we get greeted warmly by the fairies.
“You’re back!” They quickly fly up to us and land on our shoulders and head.
“You’ve bought your own lunch. That is great. We were hoping you would do that. The Creator told us you would be bringing your lunch here. We just nibbled a little bit until you came back. Now we can eat together like the family we are.”
The fairies quickly set up the plates on the dining table. They get their cups filled with honey and water. They place their nut and fruit bags on the table as well. They pick out the nuts and fruit they want to eat. We put the fish and chip onto our plates. We give it a quick warm up in the microwave. We pour the cold jasmine tea in two larger glass goblets. We sit down together with the fairies.
I give the Thanks to the Creator. Once it is said, everyone says, “Thank you, Creator.”
We all have a great lunch together. We get done eating in about forty-five minutes. We then clean up the plates and silver ware we used. We place them in the side rack near the sink to air dry. We get ourselves cleaned up. I make sure the fairy’s satchel is filled for what they need, the contact crystals, and video camera. We put on the multi-pocket coats. They all fly in and get comfortable. I carry the satchel on my shoulders while Brianna has her purse on her shoulder.
We exit the room and we find Mr. Pierre and his driver exiting their room at the same time. We walk down the hallways to the elevators. We take the elevators to the first floor. We walk to the front of the hotel. The valet gets the limo. We get into the limo. The driver takes us to the first museum we should see today. We are taken to the Tower of London to see the royal jewels.
We arrive at the parking lot near the Tower. We get out and get ready to enter the fortress. The driver locks the car, “Beep!”
We walk up to a kiosk to pay for our admission fee. We request a tour guide for just the four of us. We are lead into the compound. We give different last names to throw her off, the Benson family. When we did that, she doesn’t recognize whom I’m really am.
“There are six ravens here. Their wings are clipped so they won’t fly away. I will now tell some stories why there are ravens here at the Tower.”
The tour guide tells us several stories related with the ravens. Each raven has their own name and treated as citizens of the Crown. Some are heroic stories. Even the stories are told when the ravens misbehaved. We see one of the ravens on the grass. He looks at me.
The raven speaks to Brianna, the fairies and I with our minds.
You’re the Omega Unicorn Dragon, the heir to King Arthur. We were told by Rhiannon that you might be here.
I am, ravens of the Tower.
When will you claim the throne from these usurpers?
When they get judged by the Creator himself. I am thinking it will be aboit fifty years from now.
That makes sense, Omega. You need this current generation of usurpers in a weakened position. Do you know who your enemies are?
I know of two groups right now. They are Mordred’s Legacy and The Eleven.
I have seen Mordred walk here some times to look at the jewels here. He doesn’t say much.
Then three more ravens from outside the Tower fly in and land near the first raven. They ‘caw’ a few times. Then the three ravens take off and fly into the air. They sound out loud ‘caws’ into the air.
Then four hundred ravens fly into castle compound. They start flying in a circle around the five of us. The tour guide is wondering what is going on. This has never happened to her. She wonders what it means.
Then more birds fly in and join the circling ravens around us. They all chirp, screech and squawk in joy. We hear them shouting out with joy in our minds.
The people of the Isles will rejoice that Arthur and Guinevere have returned when they need him the most!!
The magic will be restored for all to use!!
Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! . . .
Tourists are taking video recordings of the event. They are quickly posting it on the internet. It quickly becomes viral. Recordings of it are shown on the TV and around the world. When they see the video, they can’t determine whom they are circling around. An image of a bird covers our faces each time a photo is taken. That means there is no way they can find the persons involved in the incident.
The Queen sees the latest video from the Tower of London on TV. “Hmmmph! Those birds didn’t do that when I visited the Tower the last time. It’s too bad we can’t see the people they are circling. If I ever find out who they are, I will lock them up in the Tower of London forever.”
Now go inside, Omega. We’ll hide your identity until you are inside the Tower. We’ll spread the good news to the other animals here on the Isles.
“Let’s get inside the tower, friends.”
“That’s a good idea, Mr. Benson.”
The news quickly spreads to the Forbidden Forest in Scotland.
In a hidden valley, a group of centaurs gather together. “The Omega Unicorn Dragon is here.”
“Yes, the true heirs to King Arthur and Queen Guinevere is now in our midst. We must wait patiently until the Creator judges William the Conqueror’s line.”
“The Caledfwlch will be in the proper hands this time and not be taken away.”
“We know the dragons are rejoicing. We can hear them roaring in the caves near one of the lochs.”
“We must tell Feanor and the children of Caliber the good news.”
“Yes, we must, brother.”
Then the group of centaurs travel to a hidden enclave in another valley of the Forbidden Forest.
We walk quickly to the large wooden doors. The tour guide opens the door so we can get inside quickly. All of the birds disperse into the air where they came from. The six ravens who stay at the Tower permanently, fly over to their aviary. The Raven Master sees them flying his way. He opens doors to the cages. The ravens land on the ground, then they hop or walk into the cages.
Our tour guide speaks up, “It’s about time those birds left. I don’t know why all of the birds came in here. In addition, it was a mixed group. They were here for a reason. Well, let’s continue with the tour.”
The tour guide takes us to several rooms with cages. In one of them we see a long and straight horn.
“First of all, that horn you are seeing is not from a unicorn. That is an actual tooth from a narwhal. There were some people who tried to make some quick money from that hoax during the 1500s. It is kept here as a reminder that not all fairy tales are true.”
“Which fairy tale are you talking about?”
“There are no unicorns. It is a myth. If they were alive, they were killed for their horn. There is no way you can hide a unicorn. There are a lot of stories about unicorns before Arthur became king.”
“What happened to King Arthur’s son?”
“As far as we know, Loholt never sired a son. There is no record of it. If there is a record, it is probably lost, hidden or burned.”
“Then what about the news in Wales with the famed sword there?”
“We find that most perplexing. If there is a true heir to King Arthur, it must be the best kept secret ever. There would be fights over the sword for decades. Fortunately, it disappeared when it did. Now that it is back, people are wondering if things are better with a true descendant of King Arthur than a descendant of William the Conqueror. Time will tell.”
“How do you feel about it?”
“How do I feel about it, Richard? Right now it is a toss up. Even if those stories are true about Arthur and Guinevere, they are no different than with our current royalty lines. The stories are suitable for the gossip columns.”
We look at the other vaults in the tower. We see jewels that are priceless beyond our buying power. After touring the Tower of London, we find the time is done for the day. We are driven back to the hotel. We get ourselves cleaned up and ready for dinner. The fairies stay in the hotel room while we have ours in the dining room in the hotel. We dress up really nice for the dinner. Brianna is in one of her dresses and the three men are in our suits and ties.
The maitre-de has a big smile on his as he escorts us to our table. I push in the chair for Brianna first, then we all sit down together. The menus are placed in front of us. We order what we want. Brianna and I order a chicken dinner with the trimmings. A small salad is brought out for each of us. After that, is the main course. For dessert it is one of the traditional desserts here in London, spotted dick. Of course we never heard of it. When it is served, we see a pastry with fruit in it. It is served on top of custard. We enjoy the dish very much.
We agree that we need to be up at 6 AM for the train ride to Cardiff. The time is an hour and half to get there. Then a car will be rented for the day we are there. Then it is a train ride back to London at 3 PM.
When we get done eating dinner, we walk out to see a very cloudy sky.
“Get used to it, Richard. It is always cloudy here.”
“Yes, Mr. Pierre.”
We then return to our rooms and get ready for bed. We make sure we are packed for our day trip to Wales. For us, we know it will be a very eventful day. We get to bed at about 10 PM. We have a great night of sleep during the night. We get no dreams from the Creator. All we get are image recalls from watching the news on TV here, especially the sword in Wales.
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