Eva ‘Mouse’ Walsh
Months earlier.. Before D-Day and the current events.
I was flying through the clouds as if my body was weightless, nothing tethered me to the ground. The wind blew across my face as I punched through fluffy clouds, it was fantastic like nothing I had felt before. And then he appeared Arthur, and my dreamworld had shifted to that of a medieval castle. We were standing next to a lush garden and I couldn’t tell if any of this was real.
I looked at him confused.“You said your name was Arthur, of Arthurian Legends?”
“Yes. None other.” He said as he floated about next to the flowerbed.
“So.” I said looking about. “Is this, real?” Arthur chuckled.”No my dear, this is your dreamworld. A Ghost of my power can do many things, such as infiltrate one’s dreams. Although It’s far easier with one of a similar wavelength, such as a descendants or a Medium, a Psychic if you will.”
I gazed towards the gardens of roses, daisies and saw birds chirping away as they danced from flower to flower. “This is not my dreamworld, I happen to hate all these things. But if I’m here, where's my body.”
“Don’t worry about that, you’re in the finest of medical care. An Ambulance has already delivered you to a Hospital.” Arthur said as he began floating slowly past the flower garden. “And this, I had to alter your Dreamworld for a better locale to have a proper conversation.”
I walked alongside him, it wasn’t like there was anywhere else to go. “Right. Hospital, this invasion of privacy aside. I need to inform the Police about what happened.” Arthur cocked one of his ghostly eyebrows.”Wouldn’t you rather have revenge? A lot has transpired in the last few hours, and you now have that power. You have Excalibur’s power.”
Listening to Arthur I had to admit, I wanted them to pay for what they did, they needed to hurt. But I also knew something about all of this was wrong, Metahumans of that caliber don’t just break into a Museum and steal priceless art. There’s no way I would ever know, but I wanted to. I wanted to know why my friends were murdered, I lowered my head.”My friends were killed for something, and I need to know why. And a part of me wants to hurt them. But I’m not sure I can handle this, I’m not a Metahuman how can I compete on their level..”
Arthur drifted closer handing Eva a dreamworld copy of Excalibur.”You learn to wield it, you learn to use it like an extension of your body. In my day I fought Monsters and Witches, Slayed armies and built my Kingdom. It was beyond the power of a normal man, and I nearly lost my life on dozens of occasions if it weren’t for my loyal friends. That’s how one rises to the occasion. And I’ll teach you what you need to know.”
My head rose slightly higher as I looked at Arthur’s face, he shined like a beacon. An I wanted to believe everything he said. “So I’ll be able to master Excalibur and track down those who wrong me?” Arthur clearly tried his best to stifle his laughter.. But he broke out into a roaring laugh that echoed throughout the gardens. “Master, Excalibur!? Goodness no. It’ll take years just to master the basics of sword fighting. But. You’ll learn eventually. I am a trained Master, so even I can whip you into fighting shape.”
Arthur waved his hand over the landscape and the world shifted into that of a training field with dummies and an obstacle course.”For now I’ll drill the basics into you as you sleep. It is unfortunate that the doctors say you’ll be bedridden for months, but at least here there won’t be any interruptions.”
“Great.” I said sarcastically. “So where is the real Excalibur?”
“That.” Arthur paused.”It’s in a safe place hidden in the Hospital’s walls. Well sort of, it’s in the air ducts.”
