arturius | Three Silver Pieces

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Three Silver Pieces - [Action/Written]

[Arthur really had no idea what to do with himself. It had been two months now and his various trips had seen every inch around the barrier, save for those that the ocean blocked. The mountains had provided him with a handy way of escaping the village after his humiliation with that experiment. He had already crossed them once, with Cordelia, but he was only now returning again after a long trip crossing them on the northern edge of the barrier only to cross them on the south.

Reluctant as he was to admit it, he really was trapped. There was no way out. Even the excursion out to sea seemed like it would only be a way of confirming what he already suspected. There was nothing that he, even as King of Camelot, could do to escape. Especially when not even magic seemed to make a difference. Upon returning to the village on horseback, he was too weary to prepare his own meal, so his first stop was Seventh Heaven. Some of his clothes had been torn on the trip and with no way of repairing them himself, he made a stop at the clothing shop to find some replacements. Even before being able to return to his own apartment, he had to see to it that he put his horse away and saw to it he was properly fed and stabled for the night. Hard work, all of it. What he wouldn't give for a servant.

Later, in the evening, he writes up a message on the journal.]

It's been two months since I've arrived. If the guide to this place is right, that means more of us will be coming soon. Does it get tiresome, hearing how intent we are on to escape, knowing that we'll soon realize how futile it really is? It seems I may find that out for myself, soon enough.

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Much.

Not to mention the fact that I don't think my hand-writing is the kind that people naturally take seriously. Too many loops.

There are few who write in Camelot. I'm one of them and I'm not terribly fond it myself.

Mmhm. Hand cramps. Awful.

So you were saying?

I've been...lucky. It doesn't feel like luck most days but -- I've had a lot of people from home come through here. From all kinds of times. Enough to realize that the whole bit about home freezing for us? It's probably true.

It gets a little easier when you realize that your own life isn't passing you by.

I suppose that might help. Though it would seem Merlin and I have both been here and back a number of times as it is. Another trip wouldn't do much good.

Maybe. Maybe it might help.

Step two's a little easier for people like you and me. [ she remembers their chat about speeches. ] There's a whole village of refugees, here. Folks being pressed into battles they can't all fight. There's purpose -- even if it's not as grand as the ones found back home.

It's not purpose or glory I'm interested in. Camelot- The day I arrived here-

[No. He didn't want to talk about something like this on the journals.]

It's not important here. I just know there are certain things I have to see through. My only chance may be from the strange blue man.

...You're talking about the offer to go home. For a day.

It wouldn't be a peaceful visit. I can't imagine anyone wanting to put themselves in danger for it.

You'd be surprised. Some of us have a taste for the stuff.

[ danger. ]

Perhaps, but would you give up your chance to see your friends and family for one more day? I wouldn't.

Maybe. If one more day wasn't good enough. I can't figure out whether it's worse not to see them or to...only seem them for a few hours and then get torn away.

I don't know if I can do that again.

After so long, I suppose it would be.

[Oh, he missed Camelot. But it wasn't yearning that was bringing him back. Two months was a short time, when your kingdom isn't conquered by evil.]

Not to mention the...someone I'd go with. He has his own reasons for wanting to go home.

[ ... ] You could always ask someone who can't go back to theirs.

Bring someone to my world who no longer has a place in their own? I don't know where that path leads, but if I chose it, I'm not sure I'd be fit to rule Camelot.

Give someone who'll never be able to live outside of this village a chance to experience something -- anything else -- before it's too late. You can't tell me that wouldn't be a gift.

A dark gift, maybe. It's something that shouldn't be tampered with.

The dark magic's already been done by this place. [ it wouldn't be like bringing that person back to life again.

but maybe she harbours too much sympathy for the dead-men-walking. ] But -- hey. Who'm I to say what makes you fit or not.

It's too much to ask for, just to satisfy my own concerns. The blue man said that anything I do would just be undone anyway.

Sounds like you're not gonna be going at all, then.

I still have a month to decide. [It's a long time to challenge his notions of how things should be.]

I can't figure out if a month's too long or not long enough. I'm also this close to just flipping a coin.

You haven't decided? [He knows she had her doubts moments ago, but it's sort of surprising.]

Oh. I'm definitely going. I just don't know where.

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