Camelot Dimension 360 Chapter 3 By Daton L Fluker
Monday, January 04, 2010
Rated "R" by the Author.
If you love Camelot stories about king Author then you might like this one. But this is an entirely different story in a 360 universe.
CHAPTER 3 CONVENTION OF A NEW UNDERTAKING III
Fearful of his own fate our juvenile Lord is unaware of the consequences for his new kingdom's future. All the events that have taken place in the last few years could botch anyone's thoughts; except for a Lord. Anything a Lord does is supposed to be done for the gracious hands of Trilyonois the name of their Creator and just like our Creator Trilyonois is the only creator but for a few small mystification. Ignorance to the touch… Light and pain with a darken soul want hurt so much. As I wish that this was love. I would fall under the enemies’ blade and die of Trilyonois touch. Before I surrender I shall fall with a million cuts.
It’s a prayer that most soldiers utter before they walk onto a battle field. They will give their lives because like in Trilyonois Kingdom and the Kingdom of Heaven you will be at peace and there will be no more war there and you will be with loving friends and family for the rest of your eternal life, but if you cower away at any battle for your spirit then you will have to serve Lord Spolylosys in the Black Kingdom continually doing battle with other Dark Lords.
That is why everyone has to become a soldier and kill at least one hundred men before they can reach the Kingdom of Trilyonois. But no matter how you cut it, you still have to go to war; in death or in service to your Lord. Town Hall is empty except for one person sitting in the dark looking into an empty unfurnished room.
The royal families resting place is in one of the corners. The covers are red and they are made of the finest silks and satin. He, the old Lord and his mother were forced to sleep together. The workers that are in the room with them whiteness only madness; the door are closed and the indifferent temperature chars icicles thru his ice bit veins. The covers are filthy with dirt and the immoral acts of his father. He shivers not because of the coldness; he shivers from the insanity he saw in its walls. The sound of the void invites him to a lanky slumber. He topples down into his chair avoiding from sleeping over there. He closes his eyes.
FLASH BACK BEFORE THE BIG STORM
The clear animated night is soothing the broken hearts of the Camelot people that are walking toward a shooting star that had just hit the planet in the east. There is no sun. Minaera has not revolved in their direction yet; only a light that is far off on the other side of the planet that looks like a light coming from the other side of a large tunnel. The crowd of people is carrying some wounded soldiers. It could be 500,000 miles away. They have been holding defense against an increasing opponent that has been following them through a monotonous pass through a valley. An Archer has an arrow stuck in his eye. It's broken off; it went all the way through to the other side of his head. He didn't want anyone to pull it out so someone had to break it off at the heel. Now he is coughing up blood begging his brother that helps carry him, "I can't take this anymore. Trilyonois will accept me in his kingdom if you take my life brother. I feel this is the worst pain I have ever felt. I need you to kill me; I can't do this by myself." His voice is weak and low. Blood splatters out every time he speaks. His wife is also carrying him from his other side with their baby son sacked across her back.
"His brother replies, "You can't ask me to do this merciless deed; please fight it brother. It shall get better."
The archer throws up his guts trying to say what his wife is now yelling at him, "He is your brother! Don't be a coward! Kill him now he can't suffer like this!"
They stop in get out of formation.
The people continue to walk forward not stopping to help except for one horse that trots out of formation behind them. The archer is sitting down while his brother and wife hover over him. His son is crying; many babies are crying from out of the multitude of people walking toward a Camelot check point. Prince Matchbox is witnessing the whole thing. He is the man on the horse. It's cold enough that the respiration air from the horse is changing to a smoky bleached gray. He reaches and unbuckles the sword from off of his belt and reaches it out to them. "Take my sword! Minaera is our planet and Trilyonois will accept this. Take my sword! It's a sad day for all of us but our army has won the battle. You will make it to the city of light." Tears are rolling from his brother’s eyes as he walks over to the prince and retrieves his sword.
The Archer is lying on the ground with his head in his wife's lap. She is pulling his hand behind her so he can touch his son for the last time. She speaks to him, "I love you. I always have since we where children. Touch him... Touch your son. There is so much more we need to do together. We had such a good time all these years. Please I can't see you suffer no more." She screams at him. "Do it!"
His face changes to maniac. He raises the sword and water rolls down his face as he looks into the last scriptures of his brothers living eye.
The handle of the sword is freezing and his fingers are cold. He screams, "AHH! Brother!" He falls to the ground stabbing the prince's sword through his brother's chest.
WHAT SHOULD BE DONE ABOUT THIS ATTACK
Duke Johnstown, Duke Flasksen, Duke Belgran, Duke Lebelton, Duke Norchin, and Lord Matchbox the 1st; Prince Matchbox's father, are all sitting around the table inside of Town Hall. They are discussing the surprise attack on the villagers. It's dark inside except for the little moonlight coming in from the open windows. When the Camelot population made it to the check point there was nothing standing except for Town Hall. They have to rebuild from the only resources and tools they have.
The enlisted men take their weapons and dig out holes so they can use the dirt to build mud cottages. Even the archers use the heads of their arrows to peak into the pit of the soil. A younger looking clean version of the Mayor is walking around with his magnificent loud voice. He is screaming to the soldiers outside, "Get that lumber moving over there in stacks! Dig faster! The quicker we move the faster we can get some sleep and defend the appending army!" His voice is loud enough that they hear everything he is saying clearly. Lord Matchbox the first orders one of the servants, "Close that window. My head is throbbing because of the sound of his voice."
Prince Matchbox is also sitting at the table doing this year’s tax policy. They have to lower taxes to 1 percent because there is no gold coming into the city so the civilians are not paying their taxes on time. Only if he knew what was going to take place in the next few months then he would tear those papers up right now.
The Lord is having a conversation with the Dukes.
LORD MATCHBOX THE 1ST
"The people need a new source of encouragement we need to send our army to defend the attacking force in the valley.
He sits back and listens to their dispute. He is an old man and him and his wife is very sick. His decision making is clouded by his illness. The queen is lying in the corner of the room sleeping on the royal bed sheets.
"Sir, if you don't mind me insisting; that this would be a terrible mistake. We don't have that much food left. We need the rest of that for the winter. If we portion this with the army then we will surly starve to death."
"He is right lord. What will we do if we run out of food?"
"Are you all mad? What will happen if we are wide open here and 3,000 archers come from out of the woods after us? We already lost a lot of civilians to this minor attack. Can't you see the Lord is right to defend our people?"
"But what will we eat. I love war just like the next man but what if we run out of things to consume? What is that we should feast on? We will surely starve if we go on with this wreak vengeance battle. Can't we just consider that we lost and just leave it at that?"
"How I see this; is that Lord Matchbox is right. Also the argument about not having enough sustenance to feast on is merely something to be careful with. Also if we don't give the army enough food then they can't have a successful assault. No matter how we go about this it's still a decision that only Lord Matchbox can fabricate."
"This is lunacy! No matter what decision is made we will be killing those who are in misfortune! It's poison to the enthusiasm that our fettered nation has occurred."
"It’s true Lord Matchbox. Please lead your homeland. Whatever you decide, we will back you up one hundred percent."
LORD MATCHBOX THE 1ST
"I have decided."
He leans back toward the table.
LORD MATCHBOX THE 1ST CONTINUES
"Split half of the resources with our army and send them to battle. We can rebuild another army if we make it to another sunrise."
All the men stand up. And all of them say at the same time.
('All hail Lord Matchbox. We will defend our honor in his name and the borders of Camelot.')
LORD MATCHBOX THE 1ST
"Please sit down men. We will eat before we give word to the army."
He turns and stares at Prince Matchbox and says,
"My son, please go outside and make a progress report. Once you are finished come back and eat with us. We will read it later."
He stands up and slams his paper work to the table and replies, "Yes My lord!" But his reply is mocking!
Everyone in the room laughs and chat, making drowned out noises.
He opens the door and walks outside.
Outside Town Hall 3 Years Ago
The people that are healthy enough to work are all pitching in to construct their new sleeping quarters. Even the children are helping to pack mud and melt ice. They are building a cottage and some are making a place where they can cook food for everyone. They take smaller pots to melt the ice so they can have something to pack the mud with. There is a big pot boiling next to the incomplete hill but what makes him query is seeing the dead laying in the middle of everything and the sick and hurt soldiers. Some of them are missing limbs. He doesn't want to go back inside of Town Hall.
He is mystified about his father’s decision to go to war. There are too many sick and hurt people. He should try to hold his position and stop his mad talk. If the legends are right then the summer is not going to be at this check point until about 3 to 5 more years. He walks over to the townspeople that are working and starts to help him. One of the hurt soldiers sees him and he yells out, "Sire, please don't. Let me take your place."
He tries to stand up but one of his thighs has been split wide open. He has a gash wound that is wrapped up with some old clothes. He received this from a sword fight.
"Stay there. I want to do this."
All the wounded men yell together.
"All hail Prince Matchbox." They repeat it over and over. The sound of their voices reaches into the heavens.
I can’t love you because I'm a Prince
A year has passed and the Army hasn't made it back yet. Prince Matchbox and one of the servants are in her quarters because they both are too cautious not to bring this to the attention of his father. After the work was finished the village people made a circle around the partial finished cottage. Everyone else knows about their love except for his father. They are making out on the out skirts of Town. She is so beautiful and she admires his masculinity. Their body heat under the blankets is keeping them comfort but not enough to keep them warm; only their activity is keeping them warm. Her breast fills so soft and his hard body pierces her heart. She is defiantly hooked on him. She goes under the cover and kisses on the mammillae pecks on his chest. Her warm breath is exalting his nerves in his body. He fills her and she fills him. He penetrates his tally whacker in her pussy and she screams out. "Oh Prince Matchbox that feels so good, don't stop; faster!"
"You’re so sweet Elaine. I am glad you came with me tonight!"
Her hair is long. It feels so soft rubbing against his chest and face.
(Putting her Finger to his mouth)
"Shhh. Don't say anything. Let’s make love in the dark. Baby I love it like that."
She puts her tongue deep into his mouth reaching for the back of his tonsils. He grabs her young back and she rubs hers on his thick end. They are not just making out. They make love through the cold and harsh darkness.
INSIDE TOWN HALL BEFORE THE GIANT BLIZZARD
A riot going on and the mob of people are unsettled. Snow falling and most of everybody is freezing cold and hungry; famished from the months of not having food.
A lot of the people have died off from starvation. Lord Matchbox, Prince Matchbox, Queen Matchbox, and five other servants are trapped inside of Town Hall. They have nailed boards to the door because the people are trying to get inside. Duke Johnstown, Duke Flasksen, Duke Belgran, Duke Lebelton, and Duke Norchin are leading the crowd of people. They are yelling at the door.
"We voted with the people and everyone decided that we don't want to stay under your rule anymore. You are pearly not a good leader to follow."
"The men and women; including their children that are loyal to you, will be used as a source of food. We elected a vote between us not to burn you out. We want you to starve to death like you are starving your country men."
"We hired a Passing Tory from the Kingdom of Anthropophagite. Look out to the Hill Duke Matchbox."
The old Duke is looking out of the window. The people are fighting. Everybody that is in Town Hall; The Queen, Lord Matchbox the 1st, Prince Matchbox and the five servants in the room are witnessing the madness that is happening outside thru the windows.
Prince Matchbox is holding Elaine close to him. Both of them are crying because of who the people brought to the front. They have no morals about what they are doing. The room is so cold so both of them have an excuse to cuddle up with each other but servants and royalty shouldn't mix. The people that are on the hill are the family members; that Prince Matchbox witness the death of one of the archers, of the man that had to kill his disfigured brother of the Archer that died before, his wife and his son that is 1 years old now. They have them tied up. The woman is staring at the window.
The Passing Tory holds the one year old boy over the hot boiling water. The mother tries to pull away from the ropes that are holding her in place but there is nothing she could do now. He throws the baby in the white-hot water. Prince Match Box screams, "NOOOOO!!!"
Lord Matchbox the 1st says to the servants in the room.
He tries to run out of the door but if he would have been successful in his escape then he would of possibly have been captured by the mob outside also the fact that soon as the baby hit the scalding water the Uncle and mother were gutted alive by the two swordsmen outside. The Dukes of the village did nothing so they were as just as much a part of this murder as the rest of them.
Would Anyone Volunteer or do I have to Choose?
The servants and the royal family are all station around the room staring at each other. 1 month has past and they have witness the killing of 4 families outside already. Everyone in the room is so hungry and the sovereignty had to sleep cuddle up with the common wealth every night. Prince Matchbox and Elaine are standing on the opposite side of the room from everybody else. The Lord and Queen are sitting down in front of the table. Everybody is thin and now they are having mix feelings about everyone in the room. One of the servants walks over to the Lord and hands him something but Prince Matchbox doesn't see it. He hides it in his long sleeve. Finally after hours of bewilderment the Lord speaks.
Lord Matchbox the 1st
"Well we are not going to get anywhere like this. We have to make a decision."
Everybody in the room seems to know what he is talking about except for Elaine and Prince Matchbox. All the servants gawk at her.
LORD MATCH BOX THE 1ST CONTINUES
"We should have fun with this. Why should we spoil this good time with doing nothing? So since we can't draw straws then we will need a volunteer or shall I choose?"
The Darkness of the room is making everything hard to see. They barely can see each other. Elaine wants to impress his father because she thinks that she could gain his trust. She quickly blurts out.
"I Volunteer Sir."
At first no one knew who said it because her voice is so heavenly elegant. There is only one commonly fair lady in the room. She says something to respond to their surprised reaction.
"It is I. What would you like me to do my Lord?"
(Concerned because he knows his father) "Wait!"
He holds her back.
"What is the meaning of this father? What are you asking her to do exactly?"
LORD MATCHBOX THE 1ST
"Its entertainment my son so please don't spoil the fun. Now let her go so she can take her position."
He lets her go and she goes over to the lord and curtsy to him and then the Queen.
She pauses for a second.
"What would you like me to do my Lord?"
He seems cheerful. Not a doubt in her mind that he is a kind man. But his son thinks differently of him. He knows his father’s true rage.
LORD MATCHBOX THE 1ST
"Please lay on the table."
Without any argument she goes and lies on the table. The wood is freezing to her back but she continues to lay there trying to be loyal to the lord. The Queen spreads her hair out on the table.
"You’re so beautiful. Now dear, stay still."
The Lords face changes from sweet to sociopathic. He says to the other servants.
LORD MATCHBOX THE 1ST
They run toward him and hold him in place. But even if he would have broken free he would have been too late. His father lifts his arm and drops it toward her neck slicing it wide open. Three of the servants hold him back while the remaining one helps his father undress her.
"Father!!! What have you done?"
LORD MATCHBOX THE 1ST
"It's for the best. We are starving to death. It comes down to survival of the fittest. Nothing we could do about it now. The deed is already done. She volunteered for it."
"You son of a bitch! You killed her!"
He breaks free and goes to him and stops. There is a frail old man sitting there in the chair. No matter how much he wants revenge for this, he knows deep down in his gut that his father is right. What else they can eat? There are no bugs because it is too cold for them. He gets on the table and hugs and kisses on her while they continue to disrobe her.
"Give me the knife father."
Two of the servants goes and gets some wooden bowls from out of a cupboard in a miniature galley.
His father hands him the knife.
Right before he stabs the knife deep into her chest he says to her.
"I will always love you. Ahhh!"
He cuts her open and sticks his hands deep inside of her warm bosoms with the knife cutting into her. Her flesh flaps over as he cuts away for her heart. Her blood drains off under her off the table. He pulls it out and it is still pumping. He picks up one of the wooden bowls that the servants have placed around the table then puts her heart into the bowl. He sits at the table and commences to eat her heart raw. Now everybody goes and sticks their hands into her open chest filling their bowls with her organs.
He wakes up out of his nightmarish sleep and finds himself curled up on the floor with his body wrapped around the foot of the thrown. He doesn't want to get up but he doesn't want to go back to sleep either. He lays there down and out with his eyes open.
Brand-new Arising Brand-new Day
NEW FARM PLAYING WITH DAD
The new Duke is outside helping some workers cultivate the frozen ground in the area where the new farm is going to be. When the spring comes the ice will melt and it would be suitable for the dirt to be already prepared. The sun has come out a little bit more; the evening shadow. It's the most beastly thing that could be omitted in this type of weather. What beauty it holds within its rays. His Daughter is packing some snow in her hand making some snowballs from the snow that had fell 8 hours ago. She stands up while they are not paying any attention. They continue to work while she stalks them.
Holding some packed snow in her hand aiming toward them she throws it at one of the workers. Then she picks some more up and throws them at her dad. Everybody laughs at her except him. He is a little upset because he is busy. He yells out to her, "Ice Princess. Come here!"
He runs after her. She tries to get away but he is too fast for her. He catches her and throws her in the snow throwing ice in her face. Her younger brother is sleeping because he still doesn't understand where his mother is at. He was asking for her the whole night. He finally decided to go to sleep.
He tickles her and says, "You like snow my Ice princess. How do you like that now."
"I'm sorry dad. Ha, Ha, Ha! Ok, Ok! You win!"
He gives her a big hug and lies down in the snow next to her.
"Dad…? When will the summer come? I want to see how green trees look like. Will they be green?"
"Yes my little Ice Princess. They will be green and we won't have to eat meat that much anymore. There will be fruit on them and this garden will turn into a large farm with many different types of edible plants. And now since you are a real princess I will make sure you get the finest silk clothing that money can buy and you and your brother can go to school in a neighboring Kingdom."
"I wish mother was here. I don't ever want to leave you dad I will take care of you and my brother since that is what she would've wanted."
"Aw, Princess… We will always be together. Just think of it like a vacation. You’ll be back soon as you know it; and we could travel together during winter and with the people of the newly built Camelot."
He sits up.
"I have to get back to work. Let’s talk later about this during dinner. See you sweet heart."
He gets up and leaves away. She watches as he picks up his sword and begins to chip away at the hard dirt; happy and full of new dreams.
She puts her head between her legs having mix fillings about her dad; being happy and of the fact that she was attest to her mother’s murder. Tears pour out of her eyes.
She softly says, "Mommy. I'll always love you. I miss you. Good bye." She picks her head up and wipes her eyes clean and stands up. She walks toward some swords on the ground and picks one of them up. She goes toward the workers and her father and carries on helping them with the field.