Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

“Until last night, it all seemed fairly straightforward. You know. Defeat monsters, find magic sword, save the world, then go home for tea.” He stopped pacing and looked Merlin straight in the eye. “Oh, part of me understood the importance of what we are trying to do here, but it all so far outside my frame of reference that it hadn’t really registered. People got hurt out there last night, Merlin. My friends!”

“Sit down, Jamie, and I shall try to help.” The Keeper of Light silently invoked his Masters and asked for their guidance. He took the sword from its resting place on the great oak desk, and laid it across Jamie’s hands. The young man felt a thrill as the cold metal touched his outstretched palms, he was holding far more than an ancient blade. He could feel the weight of years and the depth of power pulsing…