Somewhere in the woods
In the middle of a forest glade, there were a few shifters sitting there. The fire was burning brightly and the fallen trees formed a cozy semicircle. A white wolf with blue eyes came out of the bushes and shaken up, throwing himself into a man:
- He was gone," he said sadly as he sat on the nearest bench.
- We are sorry, Arthur! - Lancelot jumped in, but after catching his gaze, he decided to postpone his condolences.
- That old druid came in... - Pendragon started talking.
- Killgarra," Mordred corrected him.
- Okay, Killgarra. He was talking about the great wizard and Albion. Does anyone know him?
- Emrys, Myrdin. We call him by different names," Mordred shrugged.
He was from the same Druid settlement as Killgarr. Legends of the Great were different, similar only to the lack of emotion in the latter and, as a consequence, justice in decision-making. For him, there were no "own".
- His tower is located in more often than this forest, only it is protected by charms. You can find it, but you can understand that you haven't found it," said the curly druid.
- And other ways? - Arthur asked.
- Go, there's only one way. The Great One likes you and will accept you," Mordred replied.
There was silence on the clearing.
Merlin
It's been an hour since Merlin's been stubbornly sneaking in. Uther Pendragon's son is Arthur. Last week he became the leader of the shifter, due to his father's death. The wizard himself turned into a blue-eyed crow and flew quietly behind the "guest". The interest in the purpose of his visit grew by the minute.
Arthur
Arthur regretted not turning into a wolf for this expedition. Pride and stubbornness did not allow him to change his appearance now, and he decided that he would reach the tower as a human being. The silence around him became more and more ominous and unnatural, and if at the beginning of the journey the sun was breaking through the tops of the trees and the singing of birds and other forest sounds were heard, then as they approached the tower, they became more and more quiet and darker. Crunched branches under their feet and rustled the leaves, which barely began to fall. Unexpectedly, the tower seemed to be abandoned. In some places there were not enough glass in the windows, and the rest of them "looked" at the world with dusty stained-glass windows, the greenery began to entangle its foot, and the whistling wind pierced the building through. "How does this Myrdin live there? I'm cold with one look," Arthur wondered. It was cooler inside than the blonde had imagined. The first five rooms were uninhabited: deeply dusty and with the remains of the old furniture that had been scattered. At the sixth luck, the shape-shifter smiled, the dining room looked dingy: the window was covered with thick curtains, the fireplace was burning, the hall was also lit with candles, there was no dust, and there was dinner for two on the table. Arthur noticed with surprise that his hands were freezing and he himself was terribly hungry, and until then his persistence had not allowed him to relax and show humanity.
- Have a seat," he said, hearing a deep, pleasant voice.
A wizard in dark clothes walked into the room and looked at the guest with a smile.
- It's cold here, but they don't bother once again, and one doesn't need much," he added.
- Are you Emrys? - Arthur asked.
- Yes, you can tell me directly about the purpose of the journey, Pendragon," the sorcerer said at the table.
Twenty minutes of the young shifter's confused story passed in a calm atmosphere and turned into a quiet conversation.
Merlin
Merlin added wine to Arthur, astonished to note that he hadn't had so much fun with anyone in ten years. When the shifter went to bed, he decided to accept his invitation to visit and consider the position of advisor to Pendragon.
Who knows, maybe Albion is really possible?
