Morgan's Base Camp, 1509
Rhaenys turned to the soldier beside her and asked, "Is that Morgan's base camp?"
She pointed toward the distant tents and flickering lights on the horizon. The soldier squinted, nodding in acknowledgment.
"Yes, that's it," he replied, adjusting his grip on the spear. Rhaenys felt a mix of relief and apprehension at the sight. The camp was bustling, a hub of activity in the otherwise quiet landscape.
Rheanys then asks the soldier, "Are you sure my father, Arthur, and his men are there?"
The soldier hesitated for a moment, his expression growing serious. "I can't guarantee it, but I've seen familiar faces among the tents. We should approach cautiously, just in case."
Rhaenys nodded, her heart racing at the thought of reuniting with her family. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead, and motioned for the soldier to lead the way through the forest.
Serephina then says, "We should split up. That way, we can cover more ground in searching the camp."
Rhaenys hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks of separating. "It's risky, but it might be our best chance," she finally agreed, glancing at Serephina with determination in her eyes. As they prepared to part ways, the tension in the air grew palpable, each woman acutely aware of the stakes involved in their search.
With a nod of understanding, they exchanged silent promises to return, each stepping into the shadows of the trees that loomed around them. Rhaenys took a deep breath, steeling herself for the unknown challenges that lay ahead, while Serephina and her men ventured deeper into the thicket, her senses heightened and alert.
As Rhaenys searches the camp. Her senses heightened and alert, Rhaenys felt a shiver run down her spine as she sensed her father's presence in a nearby tent. The weight of expectation hung heavily on her, pushing her forward into the darkness.
Rhaenys then said to Adaron, "He's this way." After walking through the darkness for a few minutes, they discovered her father and his men trapped in a tent. The air was thick with tension as they approached, knowing the stakes were high. Rhaenys steeled herself for what lay ahead.
Rhaenys then says, "This is the tent that they're in. But it's protected by magic."
Adaron then asks the princess, "How are we going to get them out, your highness?"
Rhaenys took a deep breath, her mind racing through the possibilities. "If we can disrupt the magic long enough, I might be able to break the barrier," she replied, her voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling inside her.
Adaron nodded, determination flickering in his eyes. "Then let's find a way to weaken it; time is of the essence."
Rhaenys then said, "Let me try my magic and see if I can weaken the spell."
She closed her eyes, focusing her energy as she reached for the threads of enchantment that wove the barrier. With each pulse of her magic, she felt the barrier's resistance, but she pressed on, determined to shatter the constraints that held them captive.
PrisonTent
Arthur and his men felt the shaking intensify as the magic surrounding the tent began to unravel.
Arthur looked around, bewildered by the sudden tremors. "Merlin, what's happening?"
Merlin opened his eyes, his face a mask of concentration. "The barrier is weakening; we have a chance to break free!" he shouted, urging Arthur to rally the others as the ground beneath them quaked violently.
"Merlin, who could be doing this?" Arthur asked, his voice laced with urgency. The tension in the air was palpable as they realized the magic was unraveling around them.
"It could be anyone," Merlin replied, his brow furrowed in thought. "But we must act quickly before the opportunity slips away!"
Arthur nodded, rallying his men with a determined look. Together, they prepared to seize their chance and escape the prison tent.
The ground trembled beneath their feet, but their resolve only strengthened. They could feel the magic weakening, igniting a spark of hope within them.
Outside of the Tent
Rhaenys continues to use her magic, and the prison barrier spell around the tent is close to breaking completely.
Rhaenys then said, "The spell is almost completely broken. I just have a little more to go."
As the last remnants of the barrier flickered, Rhaenys focused her energy. With a final surge of energy, Rhaenys unleashed a burst of light that shattered the remaining restraints to the spell.
Adaron says to Rhaenys, "You did it, your highness. You managed to break the prison barrier spell."
Rhaenys took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion wash over her. "Now let's go in and get my father," she urged, her voice steadying as she prepared for the next phase of their plan.
As they moved forward, the air crackled with anticipation, each step echoing with the weight of their mission.
Adaron nodded, determination etched on his face, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead and rescue the king.
As they entered the tent, they came face to face with King Arthur and his men, the tension palpable.
"Who are you?" Arthur demanded, his gaze piercing as he sized up the newcomers. The atmosphere shifted, filled with uncertainty and urgency, as all eyes turned toward the pair.
Her father stands tall and noble, exuding an aura of authority and strength. His piercing blue eyes seem to hold the weight of his kingdom's burdens, reflecting both wisdom and determination. His hair is a tousled mane of golden locks, framing a chiseled face adorned with a well-groomed beard.
Clad in a suit of shining armor, Arthur's presence commands respect, while the intricate designs on his breastplate signify his royal lineage. A sword rests at his side, its hilt embellished with jewels, symbolizing his status as a legendary warrior and leader. Despite the tension in the air, Arthur's demeanor remains steadfast, ready to defend his realm against any threat.
"Hi Dad, it's nice to finally meet you," Rhaenys said, breaking the silence.