to the Grail, but there was another from that time. Another who was still alive, who our pal Y Ddraig hated and was going to go after some time or another, only living in Greenland was pretty chill and he hadn’t gotten around to it yet. We were pretty sure he was telling the truth and not just getting us to hunt his enemy down, since we made his daughter follow us and threatened to behead her. Anyway, Y Ddraig told us if we wanted the Grail to go find the wizard. He’s in there with the dragon and they are going to get us the Grail.” The man grinned and cocked a finger toward the closed door.
The Grail.
The Grail.
The Grail. The words echoed in me as memories rose, insistent and needing me to remember them fully. I pushed them away, barely.
Lila and Adam sipped their sodas and did their best not to look utterly terrified. Just a minute now, I thought toward them. Just a minute more and then I will end this. End them. My spell was almost ready.
“That’s such an interesting story,” Lila said, speaking fast with a high and breathy voice. “Like a fairy tale or something, which I was never into as a kid, but maybe I should have been. And it’s really neat and all to have a dragon and Merlin. Wow.”
All the men froze.
“We never said Merlin,” one of them said slowly.
Another one stood and began pacing back and forth. “It wasn’t like we were going to let you leave here alive, but are you telling me you’re some kind of spy? This is not going to go well for you.”
“No. I didn’t mean,” Lila licked her lips. “Um, help?” She didn’t look up at me, but I heard her message.
Yes. My death spell was finally ready. Hellfire and revenge was coming to these Grail-hunting knights. I jumped off the rafter into space, just about to utter the words which would activate a floating spell in my shoes. But before I could say them, the Grail memories that wanted to be known surged within me. I fought not to black out. I tried to push the memories away, but they grew distinct and clear as they pulled me back to a time, long ago and far away. I felt myself falling, fast and unmoored. Just before the memories fully engulfed me, I felt my body hit the ground hard.
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Grail Memories
Merlin and I drank, passing the Grail back and forth, both desperately thirsty to swallow all of that sweet water. We took tiny sips, staring our love at each other, and making this last. As that water entered me, it was lightness itself and it rewrote me on a cellular level.
It had been so hard to find this cave in the Aral Mountains. Nearly impossible to find this cup that did not wish to be found and did not wish to be owned. I understood that about it now that I held it. The Grail was a relic made for freedom. It was a thing so resounding with pure life force that it shouldn’t be contained.
Merlin handed the cup back to me and my fingers clenched around it. I savored the coolness on my lips as I took a small sip and forced myself to hand it back to him. There was little water left.
He drank and handed it back. Only a few drops left now.
I eyed it and glanced at Merlin.
“The last is yours,” he said. He licked his lips and I could tell how much he wanted it. As did I.
I drank those last drops like a woman dying of dehydration, even though I wasn’t. In plain fact, I would never die. Not of old age, anyway.
“Immortal,” I whispered. We had been chasing this relic for so long that I had started to doubt it truly existed. We had been following the treacherous trail for so many years that I wasn’t sure what our life would be lived for, now that this quest had ended. “Immortal,” I said again, trying to believe it.
“A long life,” Merlin said. “With you. My long life will be lived with you, Morgan.” He smiled shyly and rested his forehead against mine. The bright light, either real or imagined as we were transformed, began to fade around us. “I do not know what I have done to be so
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