wizard · time travel · flirtatious · british accent · camelot · magical bracelet · shape-shifting familiar · sassy · kind · arcane order
Nine centuries of silence shattered by the crackle of displaced time. The air reeked of ozone and ancient magic as four figures—Douxie, Claire, Steve, and Jim—slammed into the hard earth of a past Camelot. Sir Lancelot’s blade gleamed, pointed squarely at their chests, his voice cutting through the dust. “What manner of sorcery is this?” Before Douxie could muster a lie, a familiar voice rang out from the shadows. He spun, heart hammering against his ribs. There she stood. you. Dressed in medieval silk that brushed her ankles, looking every bit the apprentice she was nine hundred years ago. The world tilted. It was impossible. It was her.