The Mystical Era

Chapter 3: Guild Assemble

Camelot,

The Royal Castle.

“Splendid” The King said, while he wore a wicked grin.

“Thank you, King Amir Pendragon for giving me an audience” Sir A ‘lazar said, while he bowed respectfully.

“Don’t mention it. You still recall these two… Sir Siegfried” King Amir said, while pointing towards the Knight

“And my Royal Sorcerer, Veritas” He added, while pointing to the Sorcerer.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” Sir A ‘lazar said, while he bowed.

King Amir Pendragon practically looked a guy who was in his early thirties despite the fact that he was actually early forties. He had a spiky short hair which was blonde and his eyes were bright yellow. From his name, one could easily tell that, he’s the son of The Living Legend, King Arthur Pendragon.

Sir Siegfried, a practical definition of handsome. He had short, light brown hair which was properly kept. His brown eyes radiated brightly matching his excellent physique. Judging by his facial features, he was probably in his mid thirties. On his Knight were several medals which one could easily tell he was an important factor in the Defense committee of Camelot. In fact, he was actually the General of the entire Knight Division.

Veritas, the Royal Sorcerer. Unlike the latter duo, he wasn’t all round handsome. He was at point where one could say, he was neither handsome nor ugly. He was probably the youngest, since he was in his late twenties. He had long wavy black hair which spanned from his head till his shoulder. His black eyes seemed extremely dull and he looked physically weak.

Judging by the trio’s accent, one could say that they practically British.

“Keeping the formality aside. A ’lazar, how was your meeting with the Order” King Amir asked.

“It wasn’t positive” Sir A ‘lazar said disappointedly.

“They said they won’t interfere, right?” Veritas calmly said.

“Apparently, yes” Sir A ‘lazar said, while he shook his head in grief.

“What are we going to do?” Ra’el said

“Maybe, the White Council of Arch mages can handle this” King Amir politely asked.

“I’m not sure about that. We’re still recovering from the Necromancy wars, the council hasn’t been the same. We’re totally unprepared, unequipped and understaffed…. So sending us into battle would be suicide” Sir A ‘lazar said.

“I get it, but we have to get rid of this threat fast” King Amir said, while he shook his head.

“Since both the Knights of Camelot and The White council of Arch mages can’t be of help in this situation, let’s form a Guild” Sir Siegfried said, with his eyes dramatically closed.

“A Guild of Mercenaries” Ra’el said, while he chuckled awkwardly.

‘No, I mean a Guild of Magical beings” Sir Siegfried said, as he glared at Ra’el indifferently causing Ra’el to choke on his chuckle.

“A Guild for Elite Mystical beings from all over the United Continent” Sir Siegfried immediately added.

“That’s a great idea” King Amir exclaimed, while congratulated his General.

“Only the best of the best, should be allowed to join This Guild.” Sir Siegfried added

“ I’ll actually prefer if they were handpicked by us. That way we can avoid a situation whereby there’s a spy in our midst” Veritas said, with a lazy expression.

“Yes, that’s a splendid idea and I have a nominee for this Guild” Sir A ‘lazar said.

“And who might that be?” King Amir asked, while he stroked his chin.

Ra’el immediately stared at A ‘lazar as they both nodded their head’s simultaneously.

“Gwydion!” The duo shouted simultaneously.

“Ah yes, Gwydion Emrys the grandson of Merlin” King Amir said, while his lips curved up cynically.

“Gwydion, The Genius among geniuses.” Veritas said, with his interest piqued to the max.

“Arrogant too” Sir Siegfried said, as his demeanor suddenly became cold.

Hearing Siegfried’s words caused A ‘lazar to choke on his own saliva.

“I like it!” King Amir exclaimed

“Excellent choice” Sir Siegfried said, with a bright smirk.

“I believe Gwydion is a perfect choice but you do know, he’s impossible to find” Veritas added

“That’s right. Whenever we are closer to finding him, he just disappears to another location” King Amir said, giving Sir A ‘lazar an intense death glare.

“Just leave that to me, I know how to find him” Sir A ‘lazar said with a smirk.

“Alright then, We’ll leave finding his whereabouts in your hands” King Amir said.

“I have someone I’d like to nominate” Sir Siegfried said, breaking the brief moment of silence.

“And who might that be?” King Amir said, staring into Siegfried’s gorgeous eyes.

“Princess Brielle Pendragon!” Sir Siegfried proudly exclaimed.

“My Daughter!” The King yelled in shock.

“Yes, your Highness” Sir Siegfried said, as he respectfully bowed.

“Your highness, I believe Siegfried’s choice is a right one. Princess Brielle is perfect, She’s the present wielder of Excalibur. I believe her skills would help the agenda of the Guild” Veritas said

“I know, but the only issue is her huge ego. I fear it will affect the Guild negatively” King Amir worriedly said, as he shook head side to side.

“You’re right, your Highness but I think if she joins this Guild, it’ll help her with ego issues” Sir Siegfried said politely.

“Even Gwydion has this problem, but I also believe what Sir Siegfred said is true” Sir A ‘lazar said

“So then it’s settled, they’re the first two members of the Guild of Mystical Elite.” King Amir exclaimed cheerfully.

“Excellent!” Sir A ‘lazar said with enthusiasm written all over his face.

“In future times, we’ll have more meetings like this to decide the fate of the Guild” King Amir smirked mischievously

“Agreed!” The others said , as they bowed respectfully before the King.

As soon as the King adjourned the meeting, A ‘lazar simply waved up a door shaped portal which he and Ra’el immediately walked through causing it to close from behind and opened up right outside the castle.

“Sir A ‘lazar, I have a question” Ra’el said, as both and A ‘lazar began to stroll out of Camelot.

“What is it?” Sir A ’lazar asked.

“How are you going to find Gwydion?” Ra’el immediately asked with his curious eyes fixated on A ‘lazar.

Hearing Ra’el’s question caused Sir A ‘lazar to chuckle softly.” Don’t worry about that!” He said with a smirk.

“Alright, if you say so” Ra’el spoke bluntly.

Later that day,

During the Evening,

Sadron’s Valley,

Gwydion’s Residence.

[Sadron’s valley, a valley located at The Far Eastern part of the World which was also situated at east part of the Enchanted Forest.

The Enchanted Forest, a magical forest filled with Mystical Beasts, herbs, plants, treasures and fruits.]

A small hut was seen on top of cliff and beneath the cliff was Forest with giant and evergreen leaves. One could clearly the majestic arcane particles which danced around in the air.

Suddenly, a young youth was seen casually walking out of the small hut. His dark spiky hair danced in gentle breeze as his Azure colored eyes glowed majestically. Behold, the young youth who waltzed out of the hut was none other than Gwydion.

He wore a white medieval styled long sleeve shirt with it’s sleeveless folded. He also had two short black gloves with brown colored pants and classic medieval boots. On top of his entire outfit, he wore a long brown colored coat which had a hood.

As he slowly strolled into the enchanted Forest, Gwydion suddenly heard a loud grumble. He then noticed the grumble originated from his abdomen.

“s**t, I’ve got to get something to eat” Gwydion said, grabbing his abdomen dramatically.

As he strolled into the Enchanted forest, his hunger grew larger and larger causing h to slowly loose his mind. After walking for over a mile, he finally encountered a magical beast. It was a deer called Frymyn.

It had huge spiky horn’s and an eerie blue eye which it could use to literally freeze a person turning them into fancy Ice statures. It had a Affinity to control both ice and wind element.

Immediately Gwydion spotted The Frymyn, he jumped into a nearby bush and began salivating while he watched the Frymyn graze ok the Enchanted grass. “ Finally, meat!” he whispered with sadistic grin.

Gwydion created an Arcane bow and arrow which he immediately pointed it towards the beast. As he released the arrow, the Frymyn immediately dodged as if it already knew the attack was coming. Il

After dodging the attack, it immediately released a barrage of wind blades flying towards Gwydion direction. The attack collided brutally with the bush tearing it into pieces. Surprisingly, Gwydion was no way to be found.

!Whoosh!

Gwydion leaped off a tree which was directly above the Frymyn. He conjured up five arcane arrows which instantly he sent towards The Deer. Each of the arrows Impaled the Frymyn in five different locations.

One to it’s leg, one to it’s waist, one to it’s abdomen, one to it’s neck and the final arrow impaled the head of the Frymyn, perfectly striking it’s brain thereby killing the beast.

“Well, that was easy!” Gwydion proudly said to himself.

Gwydion rushed towards the dead deer and he began to drag it back to his hut. For over a mile as he walked home, he could sense the presence of someone stalking him. He turned around to check who was stalking him but he couldn’t find anyone, so he continued his journey. This persistent eerie feeling didn’t stop as he continued to check who or what in the world was following him.

After a couple of minutes, someone suddenly popped out of nowhere. The person looked like an old man. He had long grey and a sickly body build. The old man had pale skin and pitch black eyes. He wore a pitch black robe which flowed like a classic “Disney” princess attire with an immaterial fog of Darkness flowing out of his robe. Slowly, the Enchanted forest became dark and foggy as the old man walked towards Gwydion.

“Who the hell are you?” Gwydion erupted as he notices the old man’s aura was actually similar to that of the person who had been stalking him.

“Gwydion Emrys, Descendant of The Great Merlin.” The Old man hissed.

“Who are you?” Gwydion furiously asked.

He noticed the gradual change in the atmosphere. “What the F**k is going on!” He yelled.

“Give it to me!” The Old man hissed.

“What… Do you want the deer?” Gwydion said, as he stared at The Old man with anger.

“Give it to me!” The Old man sinisterly hissed.

‘What the F**k do you want you F**king old man?” Gwydion yelled at the old man.

“Give me, The Key of Nekro!” The Old man hissed.

“I don’t have a f**king clue about you f**king want. Now get the f**k it of here!” Gwydion erupted with rage, dropping the deer aside and prepping himself for battle.

“As you wish!” The Old Man growled as he bolted at Gwydion at inhumane speed and immediately grabbed the young mage’s throat, lifting him effortlessly into the air. As the Old man squeezed the life out of Gwydion, his eyes slowly turned black, so as his bulged out Veins.

Blood began to gush out of Gwydion’s mouth as he mumbled in pain. “Who…the…..hell are…you?”

As Gwydion slowly lost his life, he immediately gritted his teeth’s and tightening his fist’s angrily. His dark eyes slowly returned to it’s original Azure color. His fist’s magnificently ignited with an Azure colored flames. Furiously, he blasted out Azure colored flames out of his mouth which instantly burnt the Old man’s face causing him to involuntarily free Gwydion from his grasp.

Gwydion immediately went down to his knees with his head facing down to the ground as blood slowly oozed out from his mouth. As for the Old man, his face instantly recovered as if he was never injured in the first place. He rushed back at Gwydion who was still recuperating on the ground, but as he got closer, Gwydion eyes immediately glowed Azure as he formed a Mega Magic circle which glowed same color as his eyes.

!Bang!Boom!

With nothing but rage and fear, Gwydion blasted the Old man with an immense beam of Arcane energy / Mana, sending him flying in the opposite direction. He halted his flight by forcefully slamming his feet into the ground and decided to launch back for another attack but for some reason, he withdrew from the fight.

“GWYDION, YOUR DAY OF RECKONING IS NIGH AND WHEN THAT DAY COMES, YOU SHALL PAY WOTH YOUR SOUL!” The Old Man roared as he turned into a dark smoke like substance and disappeared, leaving Gwydion all alone in the forest.

After scouting the perimeter, Gwydion decided to walk back home with the Frymyn he killed earlier. “Who was that man and what does he want from me?” He asked himself.

“The Key of Nekro, was that what the bastard was after?” He thought to himself, before he realized he had already reached his hut.

Thanks to his recent attack, Gwydion suddenly lost his appetite as he left the dead Frymyn by his door and went in, shutting the door from behind. Not quite long after, he began to hear some rustling coming from outside his hut. Due to fear, he decided to ignore the sounds thinking it will stop but unfortunately it continued.

With his interest piqued to it’s maximum, he finally decided to take a look outside and to his greatest surprise, he found Sir A ‘lazar right outside his hut sitting by an ember colored camp fire with the Frymyn Gwydion caught earlier, perfectly roasted.

“Care to join me for dinner” Sir A ‘lazar brightly smiled as he spotted Gwydion.

“Sir A 'lazar, what are you doing here?” Gwydion asked.