[Faye] “What do I need to do?” I ask, making contact with Devona, ignoring Arthur’s glare. “And how will it help us?” “The beacon,” Sir Percival explains from behind us. “Is a way for all the knights of the Round Table to be called into service. It is a summons. It cannot be ignored or denied and must be followed, no matter how far away we are. There is a chance that it might free the other knights from the spell placed on them by Mab.” “A small chance,” Arthur interrupts. “It is also very possible that they will either not feel it, in which case your efforts would be wasted, or that they will feel it and come, but the effects

[Faye] Devona leads us around the castle perimeter to a large tower that stands separate from the main keep. As she pulls open a stiff wooden door, the afternoon light streaming in behind us casts shadows, our silhouettes darkening the floor covered in bird droppings and feathers of all shapes and sizes, colored from cream through russet to tan and blueish black. Overhead, several rows of wooden beams and shelving which house several small wooden boxes where feathered heads peer down at us, eyes following our movements in a very unnatural way. These birds are not ordinary birds, their gazes expressing deep emotion and intelligence.  Even with the door open and small windows at the very top, there isn’t enough light to see everything clearly.  Devona brings a bit of h

[Devona] It took most of the evening, but the tower is finally ready for us to perform the ritual that will send out the beacon, the call to arms, to all of the Round Table knights wherever they might be. It is a simple enough casting, but the details must be precise, the energy needs to be focused in the right way, and the power needed for this spell is immense. But in truth, I have no intention of activating this spell. Everything is in place to make it work, and if we wanted, it would only take a drop of blood and a well-chosen word to invoke. The goal, however, is to not let it get far enough to risk. We have no idea if Queen Mab is looking through the eyes of those she has infected, or if she is simply speaking into their ears. Either way, it would be easy for her to see that s

[Arthur] Her blood covers my shirt, my pants, and my hands because even though I am not the one carrying her, Faye has lost so much blood it is unavoidable. How could we use her as bait? Why did we think this was the best plan, the only plan to find the traitor in our number? And how could we be so stupid as to underestimate the power and reach of a fae queen determined to keep her throne? But Faye did it, damn it, even if she hadn't meant to, even if the blood that invoked the spell had been stolen by knife point rather than offered freely. That spell, her beacon, worked a miracle. In the minutes since it ended, the cacophony of bird song has filled the night air as birds previously trapped have begun to come back to Camelot. Others, who were already h

[Kaydence]Arthur had ordered me to make sure that Queenie made it to her cage and was locked up. Not a problem. I didn't trust those two idiots to get her there without losing her, and I enjoyed dragging that awful bitch into her cell. I’ve been wanting to give her a few bruises since the day I first met her, and now that I have memories of my previous life and her previous self, I am 100% convinced that my original assessment of her was, in fact, correct.She might look fancy, but she's a nasty, classless muthafucka.Yup, I said it. That damn skank deserves everything she has coming to her.I wish I could remember a bit more of the magic I had been learning from Merlin. We started lessons recently, but so far all I’ve managed to do is slip into the shadows