Honey
Under the violent rain that continued to soak her cloak and the tunic that Merlin had kindly lent her, Honey crossed the drawbridge to re-enter the walls of Camelot, the high leather boots made a thud against the wood due to the mud whose soles were impregnated.
She had left early that morning, shortly after dawn, sick of tossing and turning in her bed, prey to insomnia and nightmares that assailed her as soon as she could fall asleep. She had retraced the path she and Sarah had made the previous day, looking for something that could help her clarify that surreal situation, and maybe find a way to go back - or better ahead - in their time. Not even she knew what she expected to find, and in fact, all she had found was only the dense vegetation of the forest and probably a bad cold, but the guilt that had assailed her the previous night had been so strong that it made her look for a way to appease his conscience. It had been too easy for her to stop thinking about everything that kept her tied to the twenty-first century, enjoying the company of people who for years had been nothing but protagonists of epic legends and bedtime stories, living in a fictitious reality built according to his taste and whim.
He could continue to tell lies to himself as he had done for most of the night, blaming the shock or some sort of side effect of the spell that had carried them into that remote era suspended between reality and legend, but the truth was another, as obvious as it was difficult to admit: she was happy to be there.
Honey had always loved video games, books, movies and all those things that could drag his mind into remote places and epic adventures, but above all far from everyday reality. He had always lived like this, poised between the reality of the world and his reality, like a tightrope walker balanced on the edge of his existence, but for some time that perfect balance had begun to tire her and the desire to really experience them which he imagined became stronger every day, giving rise to a deep frustration born of the knowledge that his desires were impossible ... at least he had always believed that.
Not that she didn't like her life, she loved Jared, she loved her parents, and all in all the university wasn't a tragedy, but the problem didn't come from what she had, rather from what she couldn't have. What she loved were the immense expanses of greenery, the small villages immersed in the quiet of nature, the taste of freshly picked fruit, hunting, and what she really wanted was to be able to live adventures worthy of being told and remembered for all the centuries to come, indelible in the memory of people like Arthur and his knights were. The twenty-first century, however, did not give space to all this, heroes like those of the stories no longer existed, and contact with nature was only a brief escape from the hectic life of every day, the time for a picnic or a small vacation. In the twenty-first century all he had been his fantasy fueled by video games and books.
Entering the city she stopped under the roof of a humble little house and pulled down the woolen cloak of her cloak, running a hand through her soaked hair, moving a few strands that had stuck to her face. She didn't want to go back to the castle, she knew that Sarah was probably worried about her, but she didn't want to face her questions or play the princess of a kingdom far away with the rest of the court.
With a sigh he leaned against the stone wall behind him and closed his eyes for a moment, the tiredness of the sleepless night and the grueling in the woods began to be felt. He would have liked to jump on a bed and sleep until the next morning, but he knew that as soon as he closed his eyes the nightmares would attack her, as had happened for some time now.
She continued to dream of a woman with a diaphanous face surrounded by soft raven curls, and with two jade eyes identical to hers and her sister's, but full of cruelty that made her shiver into her soul. Every time the woman held out her hand and invited her to her, with a smirk she told her not to be afraid and to accept what she was, then Honey asked her what she meant and the woman's lips spoke incomprehensible words while the irises of jade were invaded by an unnatural golden light. That was the moment when every time he awoke with a start, his heart beating like crazy and a restlessness that didn't disappear until morning. Even At that moment, thinking back, he felt a cold shiver down his spine.
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