[ It's another onlooker, speaking in what is essentially no less a worried voice, "Is there no future for Britain?"
But then, that person speaks up again, tone now bitter than not, "...then again, was Merlin's prophecy even true in the first place?"
The doubts of the people seem to make the attending knights uneasy; at least even if the judgment is made by Merlin, it is obvious from the way they carry themselves as well. They decide to more or less put on a showing of sorts. Perhaps...to mend their own pride as well.
Merlin himself seems rather unbothered by this turn of events. If anything, judging by the slight upturn of his lips, he seems to find something amusing about it. After all, he's a being far from human, and at this point in time, seeing the results of people going up against a steep challenge is proving to be something worth a form of entertainment.
One of the knights declares, "Whatever the case, there are so many knights gathered here. There are many ways to choose a king. The best one will succeed Uther as king of the knights, inheriting from the previous king."
The knights begin to talk about setting up a joust, a tournament to decide who is 'heir to the throne'. Not surprising to Merlin. They were just simple men, after all.
Meanwhile among all these people are also two towards the back, a blond-haired young lady who is dressed like young males of her age. Another is a taller male beside her, and for some reason, Merlin has his attention on them.
The taller man is also displeased by the stormy look on his face...even as the young lady hands him his spear. She asks, "Brother Kay, is the chosen sword not good enough? Is that why it's going to be ignored?"
He simply says that it's not a matter of good or bad, and that it is only a nuisance, spouting the fact that the knights have decided upon a tournament, as well as the fact that this conclusion is one the knights have found themselves relieved with instead of the obvious possibility. When she questions this, this 'Kay' seems to brush her off, saying, "We don't have time to dream with Merlin and Uther. It's more humane to judge by how many men, money, and the power you have now then with some invisible proof of the king..."
...Merlin yawns and rubs at one of his ears as Kay starts his lecture. The feeling that arrives that he thinks this man is just saying things that are boring is clear to him. People may still be people, but this man is saying a lot of substance that doesn't change anything.
The man begins to make his way away from the blond-haired woman, even as he continues speaking, rounding it off with, "...No matter who you are, you don't need to see or be the 'agent of the god who saves everything'."
Then, of course, he's telling her to go home.
The other people follow Kay's lead in exiting, finally making their way out of the area, apparently also seeing no point, leaving the young woman alone with the sword in the stone.
She steps towards it, and silently, wraps her hands around the trapped blade. As there is a slight, but apparent movement, Merlin steps forward into sight at last, saying, "You should think twice before picking that up."
Whirling around, Merlin can only be amused to see how surprised she was, but then after a pause, he decides that he should say some more. With a mischievous and mysterious smile, the Mage of Flowers speaks again, words spoken in that gentle tone of his, but somehow without a single bit of warmth, "In fact, I'll even give you some helpful advice, and tell you to stop while you're ahead.
Once you pick that sword up, you will no longer be able to live the life of a human being until the end.
Finally, you will be resented by all if you accept that burden, and you will die a miserable death."
Merlin wonders, exactly, simply how she will take these facts? The answer is simple. She will likely turn away. The prophecy he delivered would cripple just about anyone. Such is human nature.
...Either way, such words, such thoughts are quite comforting, aren't they? Yet, seeing as the memory has not yet ended, there is no choice but to be witness to what may happen next, yes? ]
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But then, that person speaks up again, tone now bitter than not, "...then again, was Merlin's prophecy even true in the first place?"
The doubts of the people seem to make the attending knights uneasy; at least even if the judgment is made by Merlin, it is obvious from the way they carry themselves as well. They decide to more or less put on a showing of sorts. Perhaps...to mend their own pride as well.
Merlin himself seems rather unbothered by this turn of events. If anything, judging by the slight upturn of his lips, he seems to find something amusing about it. After all, he's a being far from human, and at this point in time, seeing the results of people going up against a steep challenge is proving to be something worth a form of entertainment.
One of the knights declares, "Whatever the case, there are so many knights gathered here. There are many ways to choose a king. The best one will succeed Uther as king of the knights, inheriting from the previous king."
The knights begin to talk about setting up a joust, a tournament to decide who is 'heir to the throne'. Not surprising to Merlin. They were just simple men, after all.
Meanwhile among all these people are also two towards the back, a blond-haired young lady who is dressed like young males of her age. Another is a taller male beside her, and for some reason, Merlin has his attention on them.
The taller man is also displeased by the stormy look on his face...even as the young lady hands him his spear. She asks, "Brother Kay, is the chosen sword not good enough? Is that why it's going to be ignored?"
He simply says that it's not a matter of good or bad, and that it is only a nuisance, spouting the fact that the knights have decided upon a tournament, as well as the fact that this conclusion is one the knights have found themselves relieved with instead of the obvious possibility. When she questions this, this 'Kay' seems to brush her off, saying, "We don't have time to dream with Merlin and Uther. It's more humane to judge by how many men, money, and the power you have now then with some invisible proof of the king..."
...Merlin yawns and rubs at one of his ears as Kay starts his lecture. The feeling that arrives that he thinks this man is just saying things that are boring is clear to him. People may still be people, but this man is saying a lot of substance that doesn't change anything.
The man begins to make his way away from the blond-haired woman, even as he continues speaking, rounding it off with, "...No matter who you are, you don't need to see or be the 'agent of the god who saves everything'."
Then, of course, he's telling her to go home.
The other people follow Kay's lead in exiting, finally making their way out of the area, apparently also seeing no point, leaving the young woman alone with the sword in the stone.
She steps towards it, and silently, wraps her hands around the trapped blade. As there is a slight, but apparent movement, Merlin steps forward into sight at last, saying, "You should think twice before picking that up."
Whirling around, Merlin can only be amused to see how surprised she was, but then after a pause, he decides that he should say some more. With a mischievous and mysterious smile, the Mage of Flowers speaks again, words spoken in that gentle tone of his, but somehow without a single bit of warmth, "In fact, I'll even give you some helpful advice, and tell you to stop while you're ahead.
Once you pick that sword up, you will no longer be able to live the life of a human being until the end.
Finally, you will be resented by all if you accept that burden, and you will die a miserable death."
Merlin wonders, exactly, simply how she will take these facts? The answer is simple. She will likely turn away. The prophecy he delivered would cripple just about anyone. Such is human nature.
...Either way, such words, such thoughts are quite comforting, aren't they? Yet, seeing as the memory has not yet ended, there is no choice but to be witness to what may happen next, yes? ]