Beyond Camelot (the story) page 1
The sky was raging that night. It was pouring so hard that the lashing wind and rain shrouded the entire land. Bolts of lighting and deafening thunder were the only audible sounds that penetrated the lasing and howling of the rain. There was something in the night though, something that made it different from all the storms the kingdom had suffered before.
Could it be the night of the prophecy? The night, the great sorcerer Merlin once spoke of. The night when all things past will at last end and new ones will be born to carry the future. The night that will, once and for all, set the course of destiny for the entire kingdom. It had been years ago when Merlin uttered the words of prophecy. It was even years before the glorious days of Camelot, long before the Knights were upon the round table, even long Arthur was king.
But the old Abbot, a very young monk then, shall never forget the words of Merlin to Uther Pendragon, Arthur’s father. It was the night when Uther brought his bastard son Arthur to the kingdom and set the course of time by making him the heir to the throne. The old Abbot cleary remembered that night, how Uther broke the heart of the Queen. How she felt betrayed, as if he had shouted to the whole kingdom her inability to give him a son. He broke her heart and in her agony, Uther had a great premonition of the woes and troubles he had brought the land and the great sorrows to his people. It was then that Merlin uttered those words; not to prophesize but to assure Uther, and those that in the years will remember, that all shall still be set for the land. It will not be in his lifetime, nor on Arthur’s there shall be the change.
The Abbot was then a mere assistant then abbot who was a counsel to the King. And so that night he was there, obscurely at the back, when Merlin spoke the words. It had been years ago but he could never forget them especially since he was so sure Merlin was speaking directly to him. Now he, the Abbot, no longer a young monk, could almost hear Merlin talking to him again. How the words are so clear as he sat beside the deathbed of his dying Queen Guinevere.
“The heaven shall weep
On the night it shall be
When rolls of great thunder
Shall mark our days forever
The Queen will now forever sleep
Thus the Son will now wield
The Sword that can set free
The land and the monarchy
The Knight’s blood will pour
Upon his death shall be born
A great evil shall be spawned
None the land has ever known
War shall be waged and battles fought
Between one who wields the sword
And another who called darkness to unfold
Over what shall become of the world
The rain shall rage
The night shall pass
It shall seal our fate
And for eons it shall last".
“Merlin,” he turned to the voice that cut his reverie. It sounded so real that he was so sure, this time again, the great magician, had spoken to him.
(all rights reserved, copyright 2007, Carolyn Vicencio)
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