The magic Gateway, part 7

I had arrived at the Tor just after nightfall and without stopping I began to climb up the pathway used by the thousands of people who visited the site each year. The slope was steep but I walked up the path without problem. On top of the Tor stood the old church tower, all that remained of the Church of St Michael, the last attempt by the Christians who had tried to claim the Tor. Even at such a late hour a couple of people were still up on the Tor and after noticing my arrival they shone torches towards me before beckoning my over to them.
“Hi man, you up here to charge up on the full moon too?” One said as he took a cigarette out of a packet.
“Just came here to think.” I replied.
“Awesome man, this place is just so great to chill.” He replied with a grin as he put the cigarette in his mouth and began to pat at his pockets in search of a lighter.
“Do you want to smoke some weed, or we have acid you could buy?” His friend cut in.
“Why would I need that when I can do this?” I replied and held up a finger before the cigarette man’s face and a small flame appeared on the tip of my finger.
Both of their eyes widened but cigarette man lit his cigarette before stepping back.
“What the actual fuck man, like how the fuck did you do that?” He asked in awe.
“You stand on one of the most powerful sites of earth magic on these islands, making a flame is easy.” I said as I shook my hand dismissing the flame.
“But that’s like, real magic shit mate.” Said the would be drug dealer.
“Magic is real, it’s just people don’t know how to do it.” I replied.
“Can you teach us?” Cigarette man asked.
“Come back here in the morning, after the sunrise and I will decide.” I said and watched as they backed off. Tonight I needed to be alone but in the morning I would either need people like these two or I would be gone before they arrived.

Once I was sure they had left I sat down and put my hands against the ground and sent my consciousness down into the Tor. Here the earth power was much stronger than at the gateway and I was almost overwhelmed as the land roared back to me. While the white dragon was still powerful the red dragon slept, a symbolism to the red and white springs of Glastonbury but then I felt a presence step forward from the noise of the land.
“Why do you seek to stop my return?” A voice demanded.
“I seek only to avoid the suffering of the people.” I answered knowing I was in the presence of the King.
“You can’t stop what is to happen, it is inevitable that mankind will fall. Only then can I return and shape a future that is for all.” The voice said.
“I have to try, I can’t sit back and let so many suffer and die. That isn’t something you would allow, you fought for the people and to defend them.” I said.
“This is a quest that will kill you, it will totally destroy you before you die watching it fail.” The voice told me.
“So be it but I must try.” I answered.
Then he appeared before me, the sword in hand and smiled down at me.
“Then you must be a knight, for you fight for me, Arthur, the once and future king.”

To be continued.

(This story I am making up and writing as I go along, each part is being written the night before I post it as I sit with a few glasses of whisky. As yet I have as much idea where it is going as the readers of it.)

Part 1: https://steemit.com/fiction/@alienbutt/the-magic-gateway
Part 2: https://steemit.com/fiction/@alienbutt/the-magic-gatway-part-2
Part 3: https://steemit.com/story/@alienbutt/the-magic-gateway-part-3
Part 4: https://steemit.com/story/@alienbutt/the-magic-gateway-part-4
Part 5: https://steemit.com/story/@alienbutt/the-magic-gateway-part-5
Part 6: https://steemit.com/story/@alienbutt/498cz7-the-magic-gateway