All Secrets Known

[Violet]

Hope, A new beginning
Time,Time to start living -
like just before we died.

There's no going back to the place - We've started from.

Hurt, Falling through fingers.
Trust,Trust in the feeling -
there's something left inside.

There's no going back to the place - We've started from.
All secrets known.

Calm, All wounds are healing.
Strong, Truth is worth saving -
I want to feel the [night?]

There's no going back to the place - We've started from.
All secrets known.

All Secrets Known - Alice in Chains
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A full, supple moon as bright and beautiful as any on Earth filled the landscape with its luminescent sheen as they stepped through the portal and into the lands of Camelot. The warmth was comfortable, with only the most subtle of breezes weaving its way through the trees and tall grasses. Little bugs blinked their little yellow bums as they rose from the flowers in sparkly waves. The contrast from the last realm was incredibly vivid, where the Fountain was empty and devoid of everything, Camelot seemed to blossom with life, even here in what seemed to be late evening, when most creatures prepared for slumber.

“So, where are we going?” Violet was the first to break the silence between them. “It seems pretty late. Are we camping out somewhere?”

“Nay, m’lady;” Wyatt replied. “The first stop will be to an inn, yes, but there will be some business to attend to there before we had to Minas Tirith.”

“Ah yea, that’s the capital, right?”

“Right.”

Wooptie fucking doo, she thought to herself. “What sorta business?”

“My charges are usually processed and the appointments with the King are set up there. You’ll be logged as a visitor here, and evaluated for safety reasons.”

“Afraid I’m going to go batshit on your people, eh? Good to know I’m still intimidating as hell to someone;” she grinned.

Wyatt stifled a laugh as he prodded his horse to go a little faster. “You don’t strike me as ‘intimidating’, but always better to lean towards the side of caution than not.”

“I guess,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I used to be scary, once upon a time.”

He gave her a side eye that she took as disbelief. “I did!” she insisted.

“Whatever you say, m’lady.”

“Stop that.”

“What?”

“That ‘m’lady’ crap,” her face scrunched in annoyance. “I’m no one’s lady, and it’s just pretentious as hell.”

“I apologize if I offended m’la-“

She made a sharp noise, interrupting him before he could say that word again. “No.”

Wyatt sighed. “We’re almost there,” he announced.

“Thank goodness,” she snorted. “This is beautiful and all, but I’m bored out of my fuckin’ mind.”

“You’ll have plenty to do soon enough.”

“Good.” She released her reins long enough to pull her hair back into its ponytail, securing it with the scrunchie she usually had wrapped around her wrist. Fashionable and functional, just the way she liked it.

Fifteen minutes later, they entered into a town she could only surmise had never seen a lightbulb. Hurray, she thought dourly. No computers, no internet, not even electricity. How was she expected to live here?

“So, no one’s heard of electricity here?”

“The smaller villages often do not have such luxuries.” Wyatt led her towards a two story inn, a structure that looked like something straight out of a Victorian storybook. The past was the past for a reason, and she only hoped they believed in modern plumbing.

“Ugh. How do you people function?”

“Just the same as anyone else,” Wyatt looked slightly offended. “It takes a little more work, and we use different materials, but we function just fine.”

“Please, please tell me you at least have a shower here;” she whined.

“We have people who will bring you fresh hot water whenever you need it.”

Her skin flushed. She couldn’t freak out before she even gave it a chance. “Okay,” she breathed slowly. “So it’ll be like camping.”

“If that satisfies you, yes.”

“It doesn’t.” She stopped her mount in front of the inn and dismounted, affixing the reins to a post nearby. “Like, I can almost hear banjos in the distance.”

“Some people do like to play instruments before bed,” Wyatt secured his own mount and walked towards the generous expanse of wooded stairs that led into the ornate building.

“That’s not what I meant…but it doesn’t matter. I’m stuck in this ho-dunk place until we meet Argon or whatever his name is.” She didn’t miss the derisive look Wyatt gave her over his shoulder. One could only hope he was as annoyed as she was. Surely, she couldn’t be the only one that had to suffer.