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Arthur's Ring
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A young man is drawn into the Arthurian legend. How will he react, what will
be his fate, and will he find his way home?
It has taken me a couple months to write this story. I kept putting it away
and coming back to revise it. I really fell in love with the story and
wanted to get it just right.
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Business was slow. The wizard just sat in an oversized rocking chair
flipping through a book of incantations for the hundredth time. Oh how he
longed for some kind of excitement. A cockroach skittered across his floor,
and as it drew near he had the urge to stomp on it. But in his boredom, he
felt a tad bit merciful. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pinch of
dust, and flung it at the cockroach.
The bug began to grow and morph back into the snot-nosed punk that had tried
to shoplift from him earlier in the week. Once the boy was back to his human
form, he just sat there on the floor on all fours and looked up at the
wizard, obviously confused.
The wizard growled at the boy, "I'm feeling merciful today so you should
consider yourself lucky. Now get out of my shop before I change my mind and
turn you into something a little more permanent." Without a second thought
the boy got back on his feet and scurried out the door. The wizard thought
to himself, 'The boy had been a cockroach scurrying around on my floor for
four days, I wonder if anyone even missed the little cuss.'
The bell above the door jingled as a young lady cautiously stepped into the
shop. She didn't look around the room at all, but nervously stepped up to
the counter.
The wizard flipped through two more pages before he put the book down. He
did not want to appear overly anxious at the prospect of a customer, so he
did his best to maintain his composure. He then slowly raised his head to
appear like he had only just then noticed his new customer. He stood up,
brushed off his robes and stepped up behind the counter.
"Good afternoon David," he said.
For a moment the girl looked up and registered a bit of surprise. "But how
did you know...- and how did you also know..." she started to say, but then
stopped. Her girlfriend had told her that the wizard knew a lot of things,
and not to be surprised to find he knows who you really are, and what you
really are.
The wizard looked the young girl up and down. "You look like an attractive
young lady, are you sure you don't want to stay that way?"
David told the wizard that she had actually thought about it. She had been a
girl for three days now. At first it was a bit exciting. Playing around
with her new plumbing, trying on clothes, flirting with boys and getting them
to pay for everything; yea it was fun. She even did a little girl-on-girl
with her girlfriend, and that was pretty wild in and of itself.
But unfortunately the ring had only changed her physically. The rest of the
world still believed David (the young man) still existed. Her driver's
license was David's as well as her Social Security Card. Her parents still
expected David to come home for Christmas. Oh, and let's not forget that it
is David with the great paying job. No, being a girl may be fun, but David
is reality.
The wizard did in fact know a great many things. He knew the young lady had
been a young man until only recently and that his/her name was David. He
knew the young lady had been changed by accident, but he could not divine
what had actually caused the change. He was a little embarrassed by this but
did not admit it. After a few hundred years, he just wasn't as sharp as he
used to be.
The young lady placed a ring on the counter. It wasn't a smooth circular
ring, but rather a bulky ring, almost like a high school graduation ring, but
then again, nothing like one. She said the ring wasn't purchased here, but
her girlfriend had bought a few 'toys' in this shop before. Her girlfriend
said that if this place could be found again, the wizard would be the best
chance for fixing this problem.
The wizard remembered David's girlfriend. She had come in eight months ago.
When she first came in the store it was like most people, by accident. But
the store is only available for those who have a need for it, so maybe not
totally by accident. She had been with another girl at the time and wanted
the sex to be better. "There is only so much two girls can do," she told
him. The wizard ended up selling her a strap-on dildo that was just a little
bit more. The wizard remembered that his crystal ball got hot and steamy
that night.
Anyway, that was before Gwyn met David. He figured she decided to move on to
a more permanent heterosexual relationship, and found David. The wizard
could see in David's mind that he did not know about Gwyn's past
relationship. The wizard laughed a little inside; thanks to this ring, Gwyn
was tossed back into a girl/girl relationship.
Ah yes, the ring... The wizard looked down at the ring on the counter. When
he saw the detail in the ring he could not hide his surprise. This was not
the average magical ring. He looked up at David and asked where she had
gotten this ring.
David said that she and her girlfriend were at a renaissance faire recently.
Actually, at the time, David was still a 'him'. Anyway, David and his
girlfriend Gwynn enjoyed going to renaissance faires. They always dressed
the part, and participated in many of the activities such as jousting,
archery, weaving and cooking. They enjoyed it when they could fully immerse
themselves in the culture.
They were shopping for miscellaneous stuff at the vendor booths. He found a
booth with a myriad of rings and decided to try on a few. He had found a
very nicely woven and detailed steel ring. He tried it on and although it
went on quite easily, he could not get it off. He eventually had to buy the
ring because he couldn't get it off to return to the vendor. It wasn't
painful or constricting or anything, it just wouldn't come off. Within an
hour though, it changed from steel to gold, and was even more stunning.
When they had gotten home from the faire, things had already started to
change. At first the ring was very thin petite, and feminine. But when they
got home they noticed it definitely had more mass. They also noticed that
David was a tad bit thinner. But although his hands and fingers were
smaller, he still couldn't get the ring off. Through the course of the
afternoon and evening, the changes became more prominent. The ring kept
gaining mass and bulk, while David's masculine traits began and continued to
recede. No matter what they tried, they could not stop the changes.
By midnight, the changes were complete. The ring, once fine, delicate, and
feminine, was now big, bulky, and masculine. David was the opposite. Hours
earlier he had been big, strong, and masculine, and became thin, delicate,
and completely female.
Once the changes were complete, the ring came off easily.
The wizard held the ring in his hand (but dared not slip it on his own
finger). It was a beautifully crafted ring of the quality one rarely saw
these days. He could tell it still held great power and magic and he feared
there was nothing in his shop that could counteract it. He asked David if
anyone else had worn the ring and was told no. David told the wizard that
she and Gwyn were afraid of any further changes or consequences until they
knew exactly what the ring could or would do.
The wizard told David that she was wise to be cautious. The ring still held
a lot of power and magic. "Unfortunately," the wizard said, "I cannot
reverse these changes. Nothing I have could counteract this ring's magic."
David looked dejected.
"But I know someone who might be able to help you," the wizard said. David's
eyes lit up. "I have a brother that is more skilled in this area than I. I
think he may be able to help."
David asked where she could find the wizard's brother. The wizard chuckled a
bit and said, "It's really not a matter of 'where' but... Oh it doesn't
matter. When you leave the shop, follow the path to the village and ask
around. He should be pretty easy to find."
The wizard then came from around the counter, placed his arm around the girl
and gave her back her ring. He then escorted her to the door. 'Path?
Village?' They were in a mall, and David just did not understand. As the
door closed behind her, David turned around to ask the wizard what he meant,
but found she was looking at a barn door.
Slowly she turned around and saw that she was in fact no longer in the mall.
No, she was somewhere far different. She was standing in front of a barn
just off a path that led off into the countryside, OPEN countryside. Off to
her left was a huge forest, and to her right were rolling hills. Off in the
distance, nested upon a series of hills was a...
Castle?
"Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore," is all David could think to herself.
David turned back to the barn. Maybe there was a portal back somewhere.
"Hey there, what are you doing in my barn!" he heard an aged but gruff voice
say. David had to think quickly. Okay, the ring proved that magic does
exist. So the young girl deduced she had been deposited here by some magical
means. But where exactly was 'here', and judging by the castle in the
distance, possibly the bigger question was 'when?'
Again, she heard the voice. "Hey there, I was talking to you."
Thinking quick on her feet, she sized up her situation and responded.
She turned around and faced the man. "I am sorry good sir; I am alone on
this road. My family was attacked and I was seeking shelter. I was only
hoping for a drop of milk before I continued on to the nearest village."
The lie worked. The elderly man took pity on the girl. He invited her into
his house to get warm and get something to eat. He told her the village was
a ways off, and night was falling soon. He and his wife would be willing to
put her up for the evening if she liked.
David took the man up on his offer. She felt it would be a good opportunity
to get a grasp on her current predicament before proceeding any farther. The
meal was delicious; venison, bread, soup, and a bottle of wine. David saw
these people were living just within their meager means, and really felt they
had been overly generous in feeding her. But she also felt that if she said
anything it would be taken as an insult. She enjoyed her evening with them
and over dinner had a very healthy and revealing discussion.
She was correct in questioning 'when'. Apparently she had been transported
to a much simpler time. She was hesitant to talk of her ring, but asked if
there was a local sorcerer. The old couple went silent for a moment. They
then said that people did not talk often, much less openly of sorcery.
Sorcerers were greatly feared.
Again, thinking quick on her feet, David said she had in her possession
something that belonged to a great sorcerer, and in fear for her life, she
felt she should deliver it. The couple appeared relieved that David was not
dealing in sorcery herself. But they said they really couldn't help her.
Sorcerers kept to themselves and so were difficult to find. The only
sorcerer that was openly public, and that people trusted would be difficult
to contact since he was an advisor to the king.
"Please don't tell me his name is Merlin," David said whimsically.
"The very one; so you have heard of him?"
David said nothing, only dropped her head and put her hands to her face. She
knew who the wizard's brother was.
David told the couple that she felt this "Merlin" was in fact the sorcerer
she was looking for. She also told them that she understood if they wished
not to get involved, but would they perhaps be able to give her some guidance
in finding him? The old man told David that she was welcome to spend the
night, and the next day they would escort her to the castle. David thanked
them and said their offer was most gracious.
For the remainder of the evening they just talked while David helped with
some menial chores around the cottage. David learned that she was apparently
somewhere in the English countryside, which made sense because that is where
he knew the myth of Arthur and Merlin originated from. She was also in an
era that would be right for the Arthurian legend. These people knew nothing
of flight, electricity, artificial light, or gunpowder. It was a much
simpler age and time.
David had attended renaissance faires and pretended to live like this, but
for these people it was far too real. When they were tired of this mundane
existence, they couldn't just pack up and go back to their warm, dry
apartment and just kick back and watch TV.
For her part, David had to come up with a lie to make her existence
plausible. She said her father was a metal worker and had been commissioned
by a great wizard to create the elaborate ring she currently held. She was
journeying with her father and brother to deliver the ring. Last night she
was out gathering fire wood when she heard a commotion. Returning to her
campsite, she found everything in shambles and her father and brother gone.
That is what brought her here.
The old couple were deeply moved by her story and vowed to help in any way
they could. Asking her name, David once again had to think quickly, 'David'
just wouldn't do. The only name that came to mind was her girlfriend,
'Gwyn'. But Gwyn did not sound English enough, so David blurted out,
"'Gwyneth'... Gwyneth is my name."
Not long afterwards, the sun faded beyond the distant hills, and darkness
shrouded the local landscape. The couple showed David, now Gwyneth, to a
comfortable loft in the rafters of their cottage. Laying her head upon the
hay, it wasn't long before she was in a deep sleep.
Not far away, a dark figure sat hunched over a bowl in the dark recesses of
the castle; little light in the room except that emanating from a crackling
fire along the far wall. A lone rat scurries across the room. Out of the
bowl strays a strange mist, slightly glowing in its own right. Eyes closed,
he is searching; searching for a missing ring.
The ring he is looking for is a magical and very powerful object, and it was
to be a gift for the king himself. With a lock of his hair and a drop of his
blood, the wizard had crafted a beautiful ring, what he called a bonding
ring. When the king gave the ring to the girl of his choosing, it would bond
her to him in a matter of hours. Her mind would absorb the essences that
were used to create the ring. She would find herself inescapably bound to
the ring's true owner, the king.
But the ring would also make her the ideal woman that the ring's owner
desired. It would remove all the unwanted and undesirable physical
characteristics and leave only perfection in its place; or at least
perfection as seen through the king's eyes. In the act of absorbing the
undesirable essence, the ring would grow and transform.
When the absorption was complete, there would be one last thing to be done.
The ring would be removed from the woman's hand, and placed on the king's
finger. The person putting the ring on would absorb the part of the girl's
soul that had been excised. This would create one final bond. She would
find herself attracted to that in him that once was her. When she put on the
ring, it would instantly develop a physical bond between the two. When the
ring was transferred back to him, it would create an even more powerful
emotional bond. Between the two, it would create a relationship that would
easily stand the test of time.
The ring was to be a surprise gift to the king on his birthday. Now it was
gone. While cleaning, his oaf of an assistant had broken a beaker of liquid
moonlight; an extremely rare, and powerful substance. When used sparingly,
and in small quantities, its magical qualities could strengthen or enhance
another magic spell or enchantment. In larger quantities it became dangerous
and unpredictable.
When the beaker was broken it created a small explosion which created a hole.
Not a hole in the wall or the floor, but a hole in the air just above the
broken beaker. The hole started drawing things into itself; beakers,
parchment, anything of small mass that it could draw in. The wizard was in
the next room when he heard the explosion. He rushed in and cast a counter-
spell that sealed off the hole. But the damage was done, and the ring was
gone.
The ring was a very powerful magical item that could actually be tracked by
an experienced person who knew what they were looking for. The wizard was
just such a man. In the previous two weeks he had learned that the hole was
in fact a rip in the fabric of existence. All that was drawn into the void
was taken a great distance; and not only a physical distance, but apparently
in time as well.
With great diligence, he began his search. His face deep into the mists of
the bowl he searched the reaches of time, seeking clues as to where the ring
ended up. He saw great human achievement, and equally he saw tragedy and
sorrow; but he did not see the ring, so he continued.
Finally, about 4 days prior, he stumbled upon his first trace of the object.
He was being drawn to a place that was quite distant. But just as he was
about to get an exact bearing on the object it disappeared; which meant it
was either destroyed, or transported once again.
As his former assistant scurried across the room in the other direction, he
rubbed his temples and wiped his eyes of the strain. He then bent his head
back into the bowl. He continued his search, the ring just had to be found
and returned to its proper time and place.
A distant but thundering noise woke Gwyneth. She could tell by streams of
light finding their way through slats and cracks in the wall of the cottage
that it was early morning. The old man came up the ladder to the loft and
shook Gwyneth. "Quick child, get up!" She did as she was told and followed
the old man down the ladder and out the front door. The three of them were
standing in front of the cottage when the older gentleman and his wife both
dropped to a knee and bowed their heads. Feeling it wise to follow suit,
Gwyneth did the same. As she dropped to her knee, she saw her ring come
tumbling out of her pocket and land on the ground in front of her; just out
of reach. She kept her head bowed, but not so much that she couldn't see the
ring. She was determined not to let it out of her sight.
The clamor was getting louder and louder until it stopped on the road just in
front of the cottage. She then heard people coming towards her on foot until
one of them was standing right in front of her. Head bowed, she could only
see up to his knee, but could tell this individual was wearing armor. Not
just any armor, but a brilliantly gold armor.
"You may rise."
Gwyneth and the older couple came to their feet, but still kept their heads
humbly bowed before the individual before them.
"Your majesty..." the couple said in unison. Gwyneth said nothing. A gentle
forefinger reached below the girl's chin and raised her face up until she was
looking the king eye to eye. There was an instant attraction, and she found
herself wanting to kiss him. Until this moment, she had never desired to
kiss another man because inside, she was actually a man herself. But she
felt an instant bonding with this man she had never met, and until this very
moment, wasn't sure he had truly existed at all. She was face to face with
Arthur, the king of myth and legend, and like a schoolgirl, she instantly
fell in love with him.
For his part, the great king also appeared to have an instant attraction with
this girl he had never met. He reached down and took her left hand, brought
it up just above chest high, and placed the gentlest kiss across her fingers.
"And who may I ask is the goddess who has graced me with her presence this
fine morn?" he asked.
Gwyneth found herself weak in the knees and was at a loss for words. She
couldn't take her eyes off of him; she wanted to say something, but words
escaped her. At the moment, she found herself emotionally paralyzed.
From behind the great king, Gwyneth heard somebody say to speak up; your king
has asked a question. She opened her mouth, but still was unable to form any
words. Seeing that the girl was apparently at a loss for words, the old man
decided to speak on her behalf.
"Your majesty... Gwyneth here is a traveler and is on her way..."
The king held up his hand to silence the man, all the while not taking his
eyes off of the girl in front of him.
"Guinevere... What a beautiful and such a fitting name."
She placed her tongue against her upper teeth, and willed herself to finally
form some words. "Th-th... Thank you your majesty"; as she bowed and
performed a modest curtsey for the king. With those words uttered, she felt
the stranglehold on her vocal chords release. But a fog had taken over her
mind. Anything that had transpired weeks, days, hours, or even minutes ago
were of no concern. All that mattered was the here and now. And the here
and now told her that body, heart, and soul, she just had to be at the side
of this great man in front of her.
"You were traveling?" the king queried.
"Yes, your majesty," was the response.
"These can be treacherous woods; perhaps I can offer you an escort?"
David would have known this to be a bad situation, and it would be wise to
turn down the king's offer. But that which was David was lost so deep in
Gwyneth's mind that it was as if he no longer existed. Gwyneth thanked the
king for his generosity and allowed herself to be assisted onto the king's
steed. She wrapped her arms around him securely.
As the procession began to move again, the faintest glimmer of light broke
through the fog of the girl's mind. "Wait!" she cried. "My ring! We can't
go without my ring!" And with that the fog once again engulfed her mind.
She did not know why she said what she said, or why she needed her ring, she
only knew she said it none the less.
The king stopped the procession and turned to his greatest knight, telling
him to ensure that the girls ring is retrieved. The knight told his king it
would be done, then turned to his own squire and told him to hurry, go and
get the ring. Moments later the squire returned with a dirt encrusted ring
and handed it to his master. The great knight brushed the dirt off of the
ring and admired the masterful work. He would return it to the girl when
they reached the castle, for the time being, the great knight Lancelot simply
slipped the ring onto his own finger to keep it safe.
The king never asked where the young girl was headed, and to the young girl
it no longer mattered. The old couple watched as the king's caravan started
up again and headed back down the road. As the caravan disappeared, so did
anything that had once or ever been a young man named "David".
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