Chapter 417: Chapter 417
Arthur's Point of View
Dwardew
Things were getting worse. 'Mordred!' My eyes snapped shut. 'Your majesty!'
"Stop." I whispered.
'Man, the walls! Get the civilians inside the keep!' My head tilted slightly as I twitched and tried to tune it out. 'Where do you need to go that is so important you would leave your crown behind?'
"Stop." I said with a little more force.
'Is someone waiting for you?'
"No!" Shaking my head as I opened my eyes, my breath caught in my throat.
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An apparition appeared before me. A man, my brother, I once knew. Someone who I known my entire life. Beside him was another specter. She was just as beautiful as she was in my memories. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me and smiled.
'John?' She called out. 'When are you coming home, John? I got a surprise waiting for you.'
As ashamed as I was to admit it, I wasn't all there, and I acted rashly. Especially when two more ghosts appeared. Aydan and Mara both added to my rapidly growing frustrations.
"Arthur." I said firmly. "Arthur Pendragon."
His lips twitched, but his arms slowly fell back to his sides as he let go of me. "I..." He backed away from me. "I'm not well, Elincia."
With a deep breath, I exhaled slowly. "Let me help you."
"You can't even help yourself." He replied with a glare as he moved away from me before his head whipped off to the side. "And you're not fucking real!" His glare had changed to a different part of the room.
"You need my help, Arthur. Please... Just give me a chance."
With a sigh, he sat down. I watched him as he closed his eyes sharply. He even tilted his head slightly as if annoyed. His lip would twitch every so often. It was almost as if I was watching him grow increasingly more frustrated. Even his nostrils would flare repeatedly. Arthur was clearly hearing voices. Voices that he clearly didn't want to be hearing.
The man seemed to age before me as his face sagged and the bags under his eyes grew. "I'm tired, Elincia."
Moving in front of him, I placed a hand on his. "I know."
"And I'm getting weaker and weaker."
"I know." Kneeling down in front of him, he looked at me.
"I don't want to be like this anymore."
Giving his hand a comforting squeeze, I smiled. "I know."
Arthur paused for a moment as he studied me. "Will you help me?" He finally asked.
With a small nod, I answered. "Okay."