Something hit her hard in the chest. She coughs when the air is knocked out of her and she collapses to her hands and knees. When she opens her eyes the snake is nowhere to be found. The hand that had grabbed her left an imprint. When she catches her breathe she climbs to her feet. She was curious to find the source of the hand. She looks around the chamber and sees nothing, but the she hears shuffling behind her along with a groan. She chances a glance over her shoulder. The skeleton was moving only it was not exactly a skeleton anymore. The skeleton now had skin that hung off its bones. It was pale and looked at her with very old but very brilliant blue eyes. Its white hair was very long has was the beard that hang down from its face. It was not a skeleton anymore but it might has well be.
She starts to run for it. But the skeleton speaks up. Its voice was a little cracky but his words were clear. “Guinevere Stop!”
She trips and lands on her stomach. She scrambles to her feet and run to a nearby pillar. She climbs it and escapes through the hole she originally fell through.
Later in a hotel room she was cleaning herself up has she listened to the news. “Vox hits again!” The news reporter announces. “The thief Vox hit a small museum outside Sussex. It was not the quantity she stole but the quality. She stole a…”
When she goes into the bathroom she cannot hear the television. She smirks at her accomplishment. They still had no idea who she was. At one point they had her pegged has a 40 year old man. The name Vox comes from the words violet fox. One reporter had noticed her love of amethyst and they said she was has sly has a fox so they called her Violet Fox. Eventually that became Vox. She cleans and bandages some scratches and cuts on her face. She steps back into the main room and jumps when she sees who is sitting on the bed. It was the skeleton from before. It…he..he looked somewhat younger than before…
She shakes her head it must be the light. He was staring at the television as she stares at him. How did he find her? No one had any idea who she was. He turns to her. MAN! He had some glorious blue eyes.
“How did those people get in that tapestry?” He asks her. His voice sounded much clearer and he had a very old English accent.
She almost falls backwards stunned at his words. She had expected something like ‘Let me eat you brains’ or something. Not a ridiculous question such as that.
He stares at her waiting for an answer. She stares back at him wondering if he is serious and if he is what does she say.
“My lady? Are you alright?” He asks her. He stands up with the aid of a stick that he must have brought with him. “Guinevere?”
“I’m fine!” She spits out. For some reason she felt complied to answer him that time. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
“I came for you, Guinevere. I am unfamiliar with this world and I need your help.” He tells her.
“Who are you? What are you?” She says. She figures if she can keep him talking it will give her more time to figure out what to do.
“I like to think myself Knight and my name is Arthur. But Guinevere you know all this–” He explains before she cuts him off.
“I am not Guinevere! Who is she, anyway?” She snaps.
He does not answer but just stares at her. She watches him carefully. “Guinevere, come over here. My eyes are old.” He says and before she knew what she was doing she was walking over to him. He grabs her by the chin and stares at her. She pushes her hand away and tries to back away. “Hold still, Guinevere.” She held perfectly still has he stared at her. Why was she doing this? She tries to move has he stares but she cannot. What was wrong with her? “You aren’t my Guinevere. Then why was I so sure you were?” He says as he steps away from her. She breathes a sigh of relief as she finds she has control over her body again. He turns back to her. “To answer your question, Guinevere is…or was my wife. I am uncertain what happened to her has I slept.”
“Slept? Slept?! You call that sleeping? Dude, you were has dead has a doorknob!” She exclaims.
He stares at her for a moment before saying. “Who is this Dude? I told you my name is Arthur.”
“s**t! You are dumb! Dude is a name you can call anyone in replace for their name.” She explains.
“I have already admitted to be ignorant to your time. It seems people have lost their manners has I slept has well.”
“I have every right to be disrespectful to you! You barge into my hotel room and call me be someone else’s name! I should kill you for that.”
“I am your king! And to kill your king is treason!”
“Dude! I’m American. I have no King.”
“American? What is that?”
“It’s…It’s…” She sighs in defeat; her anger was no match for his stupidity. “This is England, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well I’m not from here. I am from across the seas in another country called the United States of America.”
“So the seas have been conquered.” He says.
“I know what you want.” She says has she remembers something. She goes over to her pack and removes the snake medallion from it. She hands it to him. “Here. This is what you want, right? I took it from your skeleton.”
He looks at the medallion and then back at her. “It is not mine. I have never seen it before.” He says and takes it and turns in over. There were engraved runes under both the golden snakes. “Merlin…” He mumbles and looks back at her. “I am sorry My Lady but I must bid you Farewell.” He takes her hand and kisses it before making his way out.
She was just relieved he was gone. She finished cleaning up and got most her stuff backed. She was going back to America tomorrow and away from this crap. She drops into bed, relieved that weird old guy left.
She starts to run for it. But the skeleton speaks up. Its voice was a little cracky but his words were clear. “Guinevere Stop!”
She trips and lands on her stomach. She scrambles to her feet and run to a nearby pillar. She climbs it and escapes through the hole she originally fell through.
Later in a hotel room she was cleaning herself up has she listened to the news. “Vox hits again!” The news reporter announces. “The thief Vox hit a small museum outside Sussex. It was not the quantity she stole but the quality. She stole a…”
When she goes into the bathroom she cannot hear the television. She smirks at her accomplishment. They still had no idea who she was. At one point they had her pegged has a 40 year old man. The name Vox comes from the words violet fox. One reporter had noticed her love of amethyst and they said she was has sly has a fox so they called her Violet Fox. Eventually that became Vox. She cleans and bandages some scratches and cuts on her face. She steps back into the main room and jumps when she sees who is sitting on the bed. It was the skeleton from before. It…he..he looked somewhat younger than before…
She shakes her head it must be the light. He was staring at the television as she stares at him. How did he find her? No one had any idea who she was. He turns to her. MAN! He had some glorious blue eyes.
“How did those people get in that tapestry?” He asks her. His voice sounded much clearer and he had a very old English accent.
She almost falls backwards stunned at his words. She had expected something like ‘Let me eat you brains’ or something. Not a ridiculous question such as that.
He stares at her waiting for an answer. She stares back at him wondering if he is serious and if he is what does she say.
“My lady? Are you alright?” He asks her. He stands up with the aid of a stick that he must have brought with him. “Guinevere?”
“I’m fine!” She spits out. For some reason she felt complied to answer him that time. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
“I came for you, Guinevere. I am unfamiliar with this world and I need your help.” He tells her.
“Who are you? What are you?” She says. She figures if she can keep him talking it will give her more time to figure out what to do.
“I like to think myself Knight and my name is Arthur. But Guinevere you know all this–” He explains before she cuts him off.
“I am not Guinevere! Who is she, anyway?” She snaps.
He does not answer but just stares at her. She watches him carefully. “Guinevere, come over here. My eyes are old.” He says and before she knew what she was doing she was walking over to him. He grabs her by the chin and stares at her. She pushes her hand away and tries to back away. “Hold still, Guinevere.” She held perfectly still has he stared at her. Why was she doing this? She tries to move has he stares but she cannot. What was wrong with her? “You aren’t my Guinevere. Then why was I so sure you were?” He says as he steps away from her. She breathes a sigh of relief as she finds she has control over her body again. He turns back to her. “To answer your question, Guinevere is…or was my wife. I am uncertain what happened to her has I slept.”
“Slept? Slept?! You call that sleeping? Dude, you were has dead has a doorknob!” She exclaims.
He stares at her for a moment before saying. “Who is this Dude? I told you my name is Arthur.”
“s**t! You are dumb! Dude is a name you can call anyone in replace for their name.” She explains.
“I have already admitted to be ignorant to your time. It seems people have lost their manners has I slept has well.”
“I have every right to be disrespectful to you! You barge into my hotel room and call me be someone else’s name! I should kill you for that.”
“I am your king! And to kill your king is treason!”
“Dude! I’m American. I have no King.”
“American? What is that?”
“It’s…It’s…” She sighs in defeat; her anger was no match for his stupidity. “This is England, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well I’m not from here. I am from across the seas in another country called the United States of America.”
“So the seas have been conquered.” He says.
“I know what you want.” She says has she remembers something. She goes over to her pack and removes the snake medallion from it. She hands it to him. “Here. This is what you want, right? I took it from your skeleton.”
He looks at the medallion and then back at her. “It is not mine. I have never seen it before.” He says and takes it and turns in over. There were engraved runes under both the golden snakes. “Merlin…” He mumbles and looks back at her. “I am sorry My Lady but I must bid you Farewell.” He takes her hand and kisses it before making his way out.
She was just relieved he was gone. She finished cleaning up and got most her stuff backed. She was going back to America tomorrow and away from this crap. She drops into bed, relieved that weird old guy left.
