Ten years ago, while deep in slumber, I felt a gentle tug upon my nightgown, followed by whiskers tickling my ear. “Arise, I have a story to tell you,” an ancient voice whispered. Upon his breath lingered the sweet scent of apples mixed with the lingering aroma of honey-mead.
Like any rational person would do, I pulled the covers over my head, rolled over and went back to sleep.
Yet, Merlin was persistent, and for a week, he returned each evening, awakening me in the predawn hours. I soon came to the realization that this was not merely a recurring dream, but somehow my bedroom had become a portal to the past. Over the next few years, the mystical gateway would allow access to wizards, fairies and knights in clanging armor.
That is how it all started…a whisper from Merlin; a request to transcript a Bard's tale!
Dee-Marie
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Sons of Avalon: Merlin's Prophecy
Wait..wha?
srry, I have horrid blonde moments.