The Temple of Pendragon

Baldur, Diana and Amunet looked through the trees to the Temple of Pendragon that stood before them; after having to walk the last three miles through dense forest, they were all less than impressed.

“It sounds a lot more impressive than it looks.” Baldur said, rubbing his shin after the latest in a series of nettle stings that were wearing his patience very thin.

“Surely in this day and age, they’d have roads to lead to such temples.” Amunet joined in with the moaning. “I mean the carriage journey from Atlantis to here was bad enough, but then to be told we have to walk the rest of the way just takes the biscuit.”

“Please, don’t mention food.” Diana said quietly.

“Feeling queasy after the journey, Diana?” Amunet asked with concern.

“Not at all, Amu,” Diana answered, “I am a huntress, capable of travelling many miles without so much as a dose of travel sickness. No, I am merely hungry. And please, both of you, enough of your whining. We are Gods of Olympus, and must behave as such at all times.”

Baldur looked at his sister with a smirk. “Have you been on Hera’s leadership skills course again, Diana? It’s working wonders.” He grinned and turned his attention to Amunet, “I offered the use of the Hringhorni again,we’d have been here hours ago, but you insisted on taking the tourist route.” He rubbed his shin again with a wince, and Diana gave him a dock leaf.

“Rub it with this” Diana said, ignoring his mockery.

“It looks like we’ve come in the back way.” Amunet looked at the temple, “There’s no door here, it must be around the other side.”

Diana rolled her eyes. “It’s a mystical temple, Amunet. It doesn’t have a door.”

“How are we supposed to get in then, Diana? Through a window? There’s an open one up there.” Amunet pointed to the top of the tower that stood on the other side of the complex.

“Of course not, Amu!” Diana rolled her eyes again. “There’s a portal entrance, activated when we approach the Celestial Arch.”

“Have you also been on Athena’s course of mystical wisdom?” Baldur said, relieved the itching in his leg had now subsided.

“I just know it.” Diana said, her voice trailing off. She tilted her head to one side, wondering how she actually knew it.

“There! Look!” Amunet shouted, pointing to a figure approaching the side of the temple, who stopped in his tracks and looked directly in their direction.

“Good one, Amu. Good thing we aren’t here surreptitiously.” Diana shook her head, and walked out of the trees towards the now approaching figure. With a smile, she bowed her head and simply said “King Arthur!”

“Hello again,” Arthur said, a little surprised to see the two Goddesses and the God emerge from the trees, “I wasn’t expecting to see any of you again so soon.”

“We need information from inside the temple, if you can help?” Diana felt she was still in control.

Baldur looked at Amunet, and stepped forward in front of Diana, shaking the king’s hand. “Yes, we’re looking for some scrolls or something.” Baldur stopped talking and looked back at Diana. “It is scrolls, right?”

“No, Baldur. the others have gone looking for scrolls in Pompeii, we are here to look for… actually, why have we been sent here?”

“For clues.” Amunet now took the lead, stepping in front of Diana, and moving Baldur out of the way. “Jupiter said we’d find clues.” She curtsied in front of the king. “Could you let us into the temple so we can find clues?”

The king looked at the trio in front of him. “You will find no clues here, my friends.” He smiled. “The temple is empty, apart from the Font of Truth… and that is merely a ruin, a pile of crumbled stones at the back of the large room.”

“The Font of Truth!” Diana clicked her fingers. “There’s something amiss, and that will surely give us clues as to what.”

“Very well, but I doubt you will find anything here.” The king gestured that the trio follow him to the side of the temple, where a large set of double doors stood – well, one stood, and the other leant on the wall outside.

Amunet looked at Diana and whispered loud enough for only her and Baldur to hear “That must be the portal entrance by the Celestial Arch you mentioned.”

They followed the king through the open door, and stepped into the building through another set of double doors just inside, which were intact. Once through, they were all encircled by an odd mist-like light, which tingled as it touched them, and set Baldur’s itching nettle stings off again.

This is the eleventh part to the Legendary Circles II story. The previous parts are on the Storylines page.

8 responses to “The Temple of Pendragon”

  1. Chris Hall avatar

    I really like your ‘whining Gods of Olympus’, Tom!

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    1. Tom avatar

      Thanks, Chris… I just let them run with this one! 😀

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      1. Chris Hall avatar

        And don’t they just… 😁

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        1. Tom avatar

          I love it when they get going, Chris, but sometimes it’s hard to get all of the details down! 😊

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  2. Spira avatar

    I can’t keep up with the flow of your inspiration!!😁
    I am getting old mate!!
    Go, go!

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    1. Tom avatar

      Thanks, Nick.
      I have loads of stories on the go at the moment, and I have to give in to the characters’ demands on occasion! Makes things quite interesting! 🙂

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  3. europasicewolf avatar

    Gods suffer with nettle stings?!! They really must toughen up Tom! 🤣
    I’m on a little catch-up tonight, been battling my way through blog post preparation and as usual it’s taking forever to get one together, so thought I’d better skiddaddle around a few blogs in between. Hopefully the next vortex post should not be too long materialising…if the gods are willing!

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    1. Tom avatar

      These Gods suffer from all sorts of things, Icewolf… and they love to complain about them too! 🙄
      Looking forward to your next vortex post! 🙂

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