Excalibur by Michael Clary

Author:Michael Clary
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy, dark ages, king arthur, time travel, arthurian legend, excalibur, knights of the round table, dark age fantasy
Publisher: Permuted Press

Gwen

My father was dying. I had just gotten the news. The great man had been struck down in our latest battle. The tears hadn’t come yet. I was still in shock.

I was two valleys away from the actual battle. I was safe and sound. My father always made sure I was safe and sound. He protected me. He loved me. He fought wars for me.

Why wasn’t I crying?

The soldier that gave me the news refused to look me in the eyes. He was devastated. He hated telling me something like this. I put my hand on his shoulder in an effort to comfort him.

“Will you get me a horse?” I asked.

“Of course,” he answered.

My thoughts drifted back to the beginning. Not the beginning of the wars mind you…I was thinking about the beginnings of my life. I was a runaway. Not in the literal sense, I was eighteen when I left, but I was still a runaway. I ran from my pain. I ran from my father.

My mom died when I was seventeen. It truly broke me…no…not just me; her death broke up my family. Well, that’s not right either. I broke up our family. I did that. I was so devastated by her death, that it changed me as a person.

Before I lost her, I was a straight A student. I kept out of trouble. I was the apple of my parents’ eyes. I succeeded in everything I did. Their pride in me drove me to greater and greater accomplishments.

I was so happy.

And then…

Nothing.

I was an empty shell. I hated myself. Nothing made me happy. So I abandoned school. I tried drugs and alcohol, and that worked for me. It filled the hole inside my soul.

My military father of course tried his best to get me back on the straight and narrow. All of his efforts were in vain. I rebelled against him. I took my anger out on him. I took my sorrow out on him.

He loved me, and I hated him for loving me. I didn’t deserve love…and then I was gone. On my eighteenth birthday, just a short while before graduation, I vanished. I ran far away. I disappeared without a trace.

I ended up in Southern California. I probably should have died. I probably should have overdosed…but by some miracle, I didn’t. Blame that one on my looks. I was a beauty. I say that without arrogance. My looks always embarrassed me.

Men came out of the woodwork to take care of me. They provided for me. They bought me expensive things. They kept me drunk and high.

What kind of men did this for me?

The worst kind imaginable. I was self destructive, after all. I chose the drug dealers and high class criminals. I gave them what they wanted, and they gave me what I wanted.

I moved up and up the ladder. In no time at all, I was dating millionaires. I was living in their posh apartments. I laughed at their crimes. What did I care? When someone hates themselves, they aren’t too quick to judge the actions of others.

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