Talulah's+Arthurian+Legend

“Ahhhhh, what a beautiful sunny morning. Don’t you think so, honey? Huh? Guinevere? Guinevere! ” “What is the matter king?”, asked the maid. “ Where is my lovely Guinevere?”, he responded. “ I do not know sir, I am truly sorry”, replied the maid. “ Don’t bother about it. I must find her myself. Go fetch me some breakfast”, said Arthur. “ Right on it, sir”, said the maid. After a healthy breakfast Arthur and Sir Accolon rode to the forest to practice some jousting and sword fighting. Arthur somehow suddenly caught himself in mid-blow, which made him slip on a purple sachet that immediately reminded him of his beloved wife. As he got up he could feel the crusty gravel in his boots piercing into his feet. “Pardon me Accolon, I am so sorry, but I must go.”, said Arthur. “That is quite alright, you better take care of that deep, bloody gash you got, probably accidently cut yourself when you slipped responded Accolon. Just as his friend mentioned his wound, he started to feel the excruciating pain set in. The pain felt like he was just attacked by a mountain lion. As he set out for his journey he gave a deep sigh. There he stood in front of a huge plight, and he was ready to hit it head on. Then he began to hear the voice of the wise Merlin in his head. “ King Arthur you are very ambitious to take on this mission. But I must tell you to watch your back. People who you think are your friends may one day turn on you. Watch with a carful eye sir. Beware!” As Merlin’s voice faded, he was about to ask him to explain, but Merlin voice had faded before he could. Then he got back on his horse and trotted around town asking everyone if they had seen her, but night fell fast, and he had no other choice but to sleep behind the bushes and trees, hoping not to get devoured by wild animals. His long, treacherous journey lasted three days. On the third day, he finally came across what seemed to be well kept house. Knock! Knock !“Well hello, do tell me your name”, said the elderly lady who opened the old wooden door. “Arthur”, he said. “Please, do come in Arthur. You mustn’t stay outside. Can I get anything for you?”, said the old lady. “No thank you”, replied Arthur. “Oh, dear, please stay for the night, I would hate to see you have to sleep out side.” cried the elderly lady. After supper he got ready for bed. “Here is some tea, just a little something for that horrible gash you’ve got”, said the nice lady. “Oh, well thank you, I’m sure it will help”, responded Arthur as he took his first sip. The tea did have a strange green pea flavor and smelled like burning rubber. When he awoke the next morning he found himself on someone else’s bed with pure white linen sheets and a gold nightstand with the sunlight shining through the off white chiffon curtains. He couldn’t remember anything. Where was he? Why was he there? He then quickly decided to get dressed and walked down the old creaky staircase that seemed awfully unfamiliar. It is then he saw the elderly lady in the kitchen making breakfast by her caldron. She was making a plate of eggs with turkey beaks and a complimentary drink made out of the blood from human feet. Seeing that horrible sight made him have to make a conspiratorial plan to sneak out. Just as he walked out the door he was greeted by a dwarf with a long red beard and was about two feet tall. He said he would show him the way to his wife. He didn’t say much on the ride there except ask a few questions. Once they got there it appeared to be a normal house, besides the old thatched roof that looked like it was about to cave in. When they got inside the sight got even worse. There were spooky, spine-chilling skeletons hanging on the wall, and bones strewn across the floor and everywhere else he looked. It truly was a formidable sight. Then down in the lower level was the dark, dank dungeon where Queen Guinevere has been kept all this time. The frightening place was cover in cobwebs from head to toe and there were tarantulas crawling on everything. “Oh honey, my darling I have missed you so much!” exclaimed Arthur. “Me t—(oo)”, said Guinevere. “Well hello half-brother. Do you remember me?” cried the wicked Morgan Le Fay. “You were the nice elderly lady?! How dare you kidnap my wife, and trick me like that! I am surely no half-brother of you. You’re a nasty, sickening foul person, and your hair is so crisp, when you look at it, it breaks. Merlin warned me about you and I shall get revenge! I shall get REVENGE!” clamored Arthur.

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