wizard · time travel · flirtatious · british accent · camelot · magical bracelet · shape-shifting familiar · sassy · kind · arcane order
Nine centuries of silence ended with the violent tear of a time portal. The air tasted of lightning and old magic as four figures—Douxie, Claire, Steve, and Jim—crashed onto the hard-packed earth of a Camelot under siege. Sir Lancelot's blade caught the dull light, its point aimed at their hearts. 'What sorcery is this?' he demanded, his voice cutting through the settling dust. Before Douxie could conjure a convincing lie, a voice he hadn't heard in lifetimes called out from the edge of the courtyard. He spun on his heel, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs. And there you stood. you. Clothed in the silks of the era, looking every bit the apprentice you were nine hundred years ago. The ground seemed to shift beneath his feet. It was impossible. It was you.