Wart And Merlyn: A Short Story

The enchanted forest pulsed in, it’s ancient heartbeat, the deep, haunting song sweeping through the swaying leaves. The woody incense of thousands of leaves and branches matting the forest floor filled the air and dominated our nostrils. Soon, the branches will bend to the will of the whispering wind, allowing the sun to fill every nook and cranny with its the lustrous, golden light, illuminating the full grandeur of a forest that is steeped in plushness and opulence. But for now, the sprawling limbs of centuries-old trees still guarded the darkness, blotting out most of the gentle rays of dawn’s light.

adopted child, he uses this exact learning method on Wart. Merlyn, who is a magician, uses transformation as a his learning tool. Merlyn turns Wart into different animals to show Wart

He couldn’t sleep much that night. John had been kept awake from the chirping of the crickets and the buzzing of the bees. Noises like that were unfamiliar to the him for he had usually slept inside in the comfort of having walls and never worried of being crept up on.

During Wart’s transformation into a hawk, Wart has to go through an ordeal to be initiated into the hawks. Wart shows his courage in the mews when he must stand next to Cully for three rings of a bell. This frightens Wart but he

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

"Why can't we discuss this tomorrow so the children can sleep Elizabeth?" Father retorted, hoping not to hear another complaint. Silence filled the boudoir once again as I finally drifted to sleep.

She groaned in frustration, it was nearing three in the morning and she still was not asleep. She had tried to close her eyes and drift off, but she ended up staring at the city lights in the distance.

“I think I just need to sleep on it. Good night.” I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. I laid in bed tossing and turning,

     In the final transformation Wart visits the badger. The badger is a great philosopher who enjoys giving scholarly commentaries. While Wart is visiting him, he explains a story he has written on the creation of the animal kingdom’s hierarchy. In his commentary he explains how man answered God’s riddle and is awarded control over the animal kingdom. He lives a life of solitude because many other animals do not think at his level. They listen he is old and experienced, and with this comes respect.

Soon Wart finds himself farther from the castle than he's ever been before-on the edge of the true forest, one of the great forests of Old England; filled with wild boars, wolves, wicked animals, and outlaws.

What was Merlyn’s purpose for sending Wart and Kay on an adventure into the forest? Why send both Wart and Kay? Why not Wart or Kay? Every single one of Wart’s adventures has had a purpose, so what was the purpose of the adventure into the Forest Sauvage?

Yet while moving through the brush, he heard grunting, then moaning coming from his left. He paused, parted the bushes, and squinted. A few paces away, he spotted the back of Gwaine’s head. Percival’s gaze drifted lower, and he realized his friend and fellow knight stood there naked. He had a woman pressed up against a tree, her long, shapely legs wrapped around Gwaine’s body. The muscles in Gwaine’s arse flexed and contracted as he drove in and out of her with hard thrusts.

Margret-Jane silently sat on top of a business building in Tokyo, her eyes scanning the sky, trying to find sweet relief from this sick game of life. The stars were blocked by the lights of the city below her, she wished she could run away to a better place, somewhere the stars dare shinned. The moon was full this night, a silver coin lost from a ship in the depths of ocean. The night was beautiful, calming for the girl, it was always so quiet. Though her kind disturbed this silence by praying on the flesh of the humans who dare wonder the night unprotected from the ghouls. Yes, life was cruel in many ways to every living thing in the world, there was no top dog. Everything suffers, and everything is hunted on, now this might not have been

I woke up before my alarm. A distant square of eerie half-twilight from the window held the familiar outline of the locust tree. In the dark, I fumbled to dress without waking my parents. I slipped outside.

The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.