K.L.Caley’s#writepoto. The Visitor.

This week things are taking a turn for Morgan.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a small squirrel nibbling something whilst sitting on a fence panel

Visitor – Image by KL Caley.

Back in the here and now a young PCSO was struggling with the traffic in the high street, the abandoned tractor blocking the road. Tempers were rising and he was getting hot under the collar! Just as he was beginning to think he was going to get beaten up by one of the irate motorists a police car arrived on the scene. Thank you, God thought the PCSO the chavalry has arrived.
“Right Jim stop that traffic behind you and tell them to shut up now!” Shouted the sergeant as he got out of the squad car. “Graham get that lot behind to all back up and move to the right! “
“Sir” replied Graham.
“Right Mr Jones ” continued the sergeant, “if you could move your tractor we can all get back to normal”


The noise from the high street filtered into the cemetery. As dusk fell and the traffic noise faded the residents of the cemetery were being disturbed by Bill who was the entity.
“I want to know where Merlin is and I am getting annoyed now!…I also want to see Annette, Annette where are you! “
Things were getting nasty , Bill was so angry he was picking up grave stones and throwing them at the church door and hurling flowers around.
Suddenly the church door opened and Annette stood in a halo of light from within the chapel. She looked at the young lad in front of her and tutted…..”You must be incredibly ugly” she said, “that you have to keep stealing bodies to get about”
“I have no form , I am not temporal and you know that. Anyway we are not here to discuss me, I want to know where Merlin is”

“He is not here he returned to my time to find Morgarna and my John.”
The Entity thought for while and then suddenly realised he must of gone forward as Merlin had travelled back.


The meal had gone without a hitch and Merlin and Gail had been careful not to eat or drink too much. Merlin read a few minds and especially Annette’s father who he found to be an utterly bad sort with no thoughts of anyone but himself , not even his recently murdered daughter.
Merlin looked across to Gail and spoke telepathically, ” I have scanned the whole castle both mentally and with the E.R. and there is definitely no entity here!”
“Then we need to get Morgarna and John out while we can … Morgarna must be really disoriented with her powers missing”
“My thoughts too, Gail, we will make our excuses and get moving!”
As one Merlin and Gail stood up. Lord
Harry looked up and asked, ” What! Leaving so soon Lord Morten?”
“Merlin smiled, yes my Lord, we have been traveling all day and most of the evening. We must leave early tomorrow as we have to get to Warrwick ….”
” I’ll have your servants alerted then”
“No need ” Merlin waved his hand to silence Gail, who was about to speak”
“We travelled on our own Sir Harry so as not to draw attention to ourselves”
Lord Harry was about to question that but again Merlin raised an eyebrow and Lord Harry’s doubt disappeared.
As they left the big hall a page stepped forward to lead them to their rooms.
As soon as they were in a hallway on their own Meriln turned to the page and said thank you. We are safely in our rooms and there we will remain all night. “
The boy smiled and carried on to where he was taking Merlin and Gail and happily sat down outside the door.


“This way Gail” Merlin called to Gail , “We need to go down and get John first, I don’t think Morgarna is up for running up and down stairs right now …”
So down they went the steep winding step getting damper and more slippery as they descended.
“I hope we don’t meet anyone on these stairs Merlin , I am rather scared as it is. “
“Don’t worry Gail I have it all in hand, just stick close behind me”


At the bottom of the steps Merlin took a flaming torch from a wall holder and led the way past the Gaurds room where the two encumbants sat snoring the room lit from the brazier. The keys to the dungeon had fallen on the floor and Merlin crept in and retrieved them!
They found John in the deepest darkest dungeon, there were two other poor souls who they found on the way.. they set them free too!
As they entered the cell Gail was first to speak.
” Hello John, we are Morgarna’s friends we’ve come to recuce you and Morgarna and see if we can set things right. …Can you walk? “
“Aye miss I can but they took Morgarna away and I don’t know where she is!”
“No need to worry , we do. Now things will get very strange for you so just go with the flow and trust us …we are on your side.”


So after getting John the three of them made their way up to the garret. They met three guards who they knocked unconscious and then they had an encounter with six servants, Merlin used magic on them!
Finally they reached the garret where Morgarna lay, wet filthy and talking in her sleep to a Chrustina?
Gail was visibly shocked . Merlin reached into his cloak and pulled out what looked like an iPad… He dialed up the anomaly, “Right John I need you trust us! Do exactly what I tell you and believe in us! Gail grab my arm, John hold Gail’s hand…. whatever you do, do not let go! “
The Anomaly appeared and Merlin picked up Morgarna…”jump” he shouted!
John screamed as they all jumped through the garret tower window and through the Anomaly!


Visitor – Image by KL Caley

As all four of them landed in the back garden of their house a small squirrel nibbling something whilst sitting on a fence panel fell flat on its back on shock! …..

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