amricaofcamelot

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    amricaofcamelot posted an update in the group Fan Fiction 6 months, 1 week ago

    Chapter Seventeen – Finale!

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    Congratulations from my Akitas, huskies, German Shepherds, Australian Shepherds and Bernese Mountain Dogs! You have officially been awarded the YOU READ ASH JUPITER award!
    I would give you a cake, but the only thing I can give you is the finale.
    ITS GONNA BE EXTRA LONG, SO MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A GOOD AMOUNT OF TIME.
    Now, read, and be happy.

    I landed near the castle grounds, barefoot feet touching the blooming wildflowers and soft grass. I stared at the colossal castle, the spires going higher and higher and higher until they scraped the clouds.
    “Camelot,” I said. “Do I own this?”
    “Yes, master,” said an unseen woman’s voice, crisp and with Queen’s English accent.
    I jumped, taking out Amoria and swinging it to were the voice came from. “WHO’S THERE?!”
    “I’m sorry to startle you, master,” continued the voice. “I only spoke because you asked a question.”
    “Who are you?” I demanded.
    “Spoken like a King,” giggled the voice. “However, that is the only question I cannot answer.”
    I sighed and stepped up, walking the air again.
    “What do I call you by?” I asked, floating above the gates. The voice seemed to follow me.
    “You may call me by Rhea. Not my true name, master, I am sorry, but it will do for my time in your service,” said the voice.
    “Very well, Rhea,” I said, frowning. “Does Camelot believe I am king?”
    “Yes, master.” A pause. “At least, I hope they do.”
    I began to descend past the tall gates. “And if they don’t?”
    “They will,” Rhea said simply.
    {@[email protected]}
    “INTRUDER!” barked the tall, lean man, gripping his spear.
    I turned, grabbing Amoria.
    The guard stumbled back. “I–I mean, King Ash!” He awkwardly bowed. “Welcome to your palace.”
    I bit my lip. “Take me to the Throne Room.”
    {@[email protected]}
    A large, broad, slightly fat man holding a goblet of wine gave me a smothering hug. I crumpled beneath his heavy frame, my shoulders wavering.
    “Ash, m’boy,” he boomed. “I am King Axel of {insert Never kingdom because I’m lazy and I can’t remember} and this is my wife, Ariadne!”
    He gestured to a petite, beautiful woman, wearing a silk gown and a nervous, shy expression.
    “Hello, King Axel,” I said.
    “And this is my son and heir, Aris.” He pointed to a boy, and I had to put my hands on my jaw to stop it dropping.
    He was handsome. Okay, like the most HANDSOME GUY I HAVE EVER SEEN – MORE HANDSOME THAN TEDROS OR ANY EVERBOY!
    “H–Hello, Aris,” I mumbled, face flushing, a tingling feeling running down my spine.
    He looked up from a scroll and pushed his crown up. “Ash!” he said, smiling, walking forward to shake my hand. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”
    “Y-You have?” I muttered, still not looking up.
    “My dear son Aris has the same… affliction as you,” said Axel disapprovingly.
    “What?” I said, looking at him.
    “The same… problem! The same… orientation!” said the man unhappily. “However, how many suitors do you have?”
    An image of Tedros flashed into my mind. “None,” I muttered.
    Axel smiled. “So, I was thinking, my kingdom needs an alliance! Marry my son and you will have another Kingdom permanently backing you up.”
    I faltered. “Rhea?”
    “Yes, master.”
    Everyone jumped.
    “Get me a strong scroll that will last aeons and permanent, two shades of erasable ink and two quills,” I ordered.
    “Yes, master.”
    The doors to the Throne Room were suddenly flung open.
    “YOU!” growled Tedros, pointing at me, hand at Excalibur.
    He stumbled forward and drew his sword.
    Immediately, I blurted, “Aida Truelove, Aida Truelove, Aida Truelove!”
    Aida and her six sisters appeared, each a varying shade of grey or blue. They were all carrying two wicked hunting knives the length of their arm.
    “Stay away from the king,” they warned.

    GORE WARNING! GORE WARNING! GORE WARNING!
    (Only for a little bit, though xD, though I don’t want to be reported)

    They approached Tedros. “Leave Camelot now.”
    “Never,” swore Tedros, raising his sword.
    Immediately, Aida and her sisters jumped and swung their knives. Aris jumped forward and covered my eyes, but I could still hear Tedros’ screams.
    I opened my eyes, and there he was, dead, at Aida’s feet, decapitated and mangled.
    “Take him away,” ordered Aris.
    The corpse didn’t move.
    “Take him away,” I muttered. Rhea swept forward, grabbed Tedros and flew out of the room.
    A few seconds later, Rhea came back and said, “The former and late prince Tedros was buried in a high-class tomb, buried with enchantments and all his possessions.”
    I stared. “Wow. That was fast. What of his sword?”
    The sword materialised on my hip, an extra sheath appearing for it, beside Amoria.
    “Thank you,” I said, amazed at Rhea’s magic.

    SEVERAL MONTHS LATER.

    A PEACE TREATY BETWEEN CAMELOT AND ARIS/AXEL’S KINGDOM HAS BEEN MADE.

    ARIS AND ASH HAVE ADOPTED ONE DAUGHTER TO BE QUEEN (NAMED ALCEME) AND HAVE SEVERAL DOGS.

    I read the scroll.

    Dear Ash,
    You want to know why you are King? You want to know why you are owed the throne?

    Your sisters are not your sisters, your mother and father are not your parents. At birth, you were swapped with Tedros, so Tedros had the pampered upbringing royalty like you deserved.

    Your family were desperate for royalty.

    There is a secret in your true family, Ash.
    Something linking your foster family.

    {EXPLANATION AT THE BOTTOM}

    Give me Alceme and I will keep it.
    5:30 pm, Friday, The Arrow.

    ~Sparrowhawk

    “ARIS!” I screamed, running to our bedroom. Aris jolted.
    “What is it?”
    I shoved the scroll to him, sobbing.
    Aris read it, the more he read, the unhappier his face was.
    “Never,” growled Aris. “I will not give up our daughter.”
    “But my secret?!” I wept.
    Aris looked into my eyes. “I will keep it. We will ride into the forest with Alceme, slay this Sparrowhawk.”
    I nodded, I said, “Better get straddled up. Someone get Alceme, you get Excalibur and I’ll bring Amoria and maybe an archer.”
    AT THE ARROW
    “SPARROWHAWK!” Aris cried, thrusting his sword out.
    A tall, tanned, rugged, scarred man with oily black hair and rippling muscles stood up, gripping his worn dagger. “Where is my bride?” he spat. He saw me holding Alceme’s arm and wolf-whistled. “Alright. Yer secret is safe. Gimme.”
    He lunged forward but I was quicker, plunging Amoria through his chest. His face showed immense shock as he fell backwards and I turned around, fleeing the Arrow.

    That is my story. Autumn is my tax collecter, and every year the City of Camelot has THE FESTIVAL OF SOPHIE AND AGATHA, where food is given to the poor. Aris tells me I am soft-hearted.

    EXPLANATION:
    Write your own explanation and post it on this link:
    https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Y-CBsiVzfGWu4Nx1wmP-uvxWGQfiGq3lPN8vQWdkIkg/edit

        sapphy replied 6 months, 1 week ago

        aWwWwWwEeEeE

          amricaofcamelot replied 6 months, 1 week ago

          Any ideas for a new story???

        sapphy replied 6 months, 1 week ago

        idk
        maybe something from the kid’s pov

        princezzdot replied 6 months ago

        Tedros just died…
        The only reason I’m unhappy is because I wanted to do it ;D

        pencilpeytie replied 6 months ago

        Lovvvvvvee

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