Once Upon a Tryst

Once Upon a Tryst

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By:  VictoryAnne Vice  Completed
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This is a modern adaptation of the classic tale "Le Mort d Arthur" also known as"King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table" told from the point of view of one of the classic villains, Morgana or Morgan Le Fay. In this version, Morgana is the hero, fighting against the forces of Queen Mab, the Evil Faerie Queen of Summer and Light. She has been trapped in a cycle of reincarnation where she has been assassinated before she rises to power as the Queen of Winter and Shadow. It is now 2025. Morgana has been reborn as a biracial woman named Faye Archer. She is living in Oakland (San Francisco East Bay) with her mother Elaine (the Lady of the Lake) and is still recovering from the tragic death of her father. She is a 23 year old college student with striking red hair and violet colored eyes. She and her best friend, Embyr (A no nonsense city girl with a sharp tongue and wit) attend a fancy bonfire party in the Kensington Hills, an exclusive neighborhood above Berkeley. She has a one night stand with a billionaire playboy, the 19 year old Arthur Drake, who happens to be the reincarnation of King Arthur. Shortly after waking up next to him, she discovers that he is her new stepbrother. She slowly starts to develop powers and runs into Devona, or Merlin, who is a beautiful woman that she is oddly attracted to. Devona, Arthur and Faye and Embyr go on several adventures together where they battle deadly monsters (the mysterious horsemen) take on the Queen of Summer, and fight for Avalon and Earth at a terrible cost.

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The Dream

This story is a fairytale of sorts.I know because I’m living it— in our world right now. But unlike most modern fairytales with a princess and a prince falling madly in love and living happily ever after in some dream-like world, my tale is something much older and darker. And like most traditional tales, it ends in tragedy.There is no “happily ever after.”Not in my world.I have been trapped in a never-ending nightmare.My name is Faye Archer.Welcome to my nightmare.It all started long, long ago…in a dream I can't quite remember.[Wales, 6th Century A.D.] The sharp edges of the cave are slick. Light filters through the rocks in small streams. As I weave around tall pillars of rock, my body moves in and out of the darkness, the trail ahead of me illuminated softly in the light of the full moon. He is waiting for me, as promised. I knew he would be. He always is. Every single time. He waits standing next to a large stone slab, a table carved from one of the pil

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80 Chapters

The Dream

This story is a fairytale of sorts.I know because I’m living it— in our world right now. But unlike most modern fairytales with a princess and a prince falling madly in love and living happily ever after in some dream-like world, my tale is something much older and darker. And like most traditional tales, it ends in tragedy.There is no “happily ever after.”Not in my world.I have been trapped in a never-ending nightmare.My name is Faye Archer.Welcome to my nightmare.It all started long, long ago…in a dream I can't quite remember.[Wales, 6th Century A.D.] The sharp edges of the cave are slick. Light filters through the rocks in small streams. As I weave around tall pillars of rock, my body moves in and out of the darkness, the trail ahead of me illuminated softly in the light of the full moon. He is waiting for me, as promised. I knew he would be. He always is. Every single time. He waits standing next to a large stone slab, a table carved from one of the pil
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Say My Name

[Berkeley, California. Modern Day] The sun assaults my vision, even through my closed lids, as it filters through the slats of very expensive-looking redwood blinds. I rub my eyes, blinking awake. I always feel a little out of sorts when I wake from my dreams, but today is worse than usual. When I reach above me to find my glasses, I realize that the headboard does not have a shelf. As I continue to blink, I also remember that I didn’t wear glasses last night, but contacts that I forgot to remove and would be a pain in my ass to remove later. My neck is sore, and I notice my pillow is lumpier than usual. As I sit up and rub the sore spot on my neck, memories from the night before start to slowly flood their way back into my brain. The house party in Kensington. There was a large house with a pool and a huge yard with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge. There was a fire pit and really strong punch. Embyr left me alone with a handsome young man with golden hair and a shirt with
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What the Morning Brings

[Arthur] I never want to stop devouring her. Her nectar tastes of springtime and the richest mead. Like honeyed roses. I lick a path from her inner thigh into her core, and she moans for me. She is exquisite. I nuzzle into her freshly waxed mound and nibble on her little bundle of nerves, and she goes ecstatic, her body rocking hard with another orgasm. I smile up at her as she looks down at me, disbelief in her eyes. “You are far too young to know how to do this to me” she pants. My grin grows wider, more self-assured. “Am I now?” “Don’t get cocky!” I press my member against her opening, ready to go again. “Like this?”She groans, exasperated. I laugh as I press my member into her glistening opening, rocking us both. She flips the dynamic and begins to ride me, her full breasts bobbing above me in a sensual dance. She has endless curves, her hips full and her belly round in the most seductive ways. Not only that, but she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen
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Running

[FAYE]I can’t think. I can’t breathe. A panic attack is approaching, and I need to get out of this room. This is all too much to process.“I need to go.” I rush to the door. Embyr had given me a ride here, but it was all a downhill hike and not even a mile to my apartment. I didn’t even care, to be honest. It could have been ten miles and I wouldn’t have cared. I just couldn’t stay in this room any longer. “Faye, wait!” my mother stands up. I can hear her stiletto boots on the floor behind me. Before she can move any closer, I open the door and run down the street in borrowed sneakers three sizes too small. The T-shirt is long enough so I don't have to worry about my bare legs. I’m wearing some clean gym shorts Arthur found that were close enough to my size to stay on, so I’m not even flashing anyone. Plus, this is Berkeley. I doubt this is the strangest thing anyone has seen on a Saturday.I hear heavy footsteps behind me, the careful strides of an experienced runner. He catche
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The Ladies of Lake Merritt

[Elaine]Ever since Faye was about 13, we started jokingly calling ourselves “the Ladies of Lake Merritt.” If only Faye knew where the nickname started. I don’t know if I could ever tell her the truth. There were parts of me that I kept hidden, even from her, especially from her. How do you explain to your child that her father was not the love of your life?After Timothy died, it was just the two of us, my little Faye and I, in our little lake-side condo. We have always had a close connection, the type of closeness that happens when two people only have each other, and they put each other ahead of everything else. Since the night our lives were shattered by some stupid accident that took our family apart, it has been us against the world. We put each other before anything and anyone else. Or at least that is what I thought. Until today. After seeing her face this morning I’m not sure it was still true. Friends don’t hide serious relationships.Friends don’t get married without let
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Winter Winds

[The Watcher]I stand outside her apartment, watching her through the windows. She doesn’t notice me, because I do not wish to be seen. I’ve been watching her for a while now, for a very long time. I had noticed Queen Mab’s powers were weakening again, as they do every few decades since her extended reign, and I knew that I needed to hurry this time to find Morgana before her assassins did. She thinks none of us know, but there is a growing number of us who are watching and waiting for her to return, the Queen Who Was Denied, The Queen of Night and Shadows, the Goddess of Rebirth, Morgana.As with all fae creatures, we are immortal in a sense. Not only do we live exceptionally long lives, but in the unfortunate case of one of us dying, we are reborn within our bloodlines, and reincarnated as one of our kin. But very few bloodlines are still pu
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A Kind of Madness

 [Faye]         “What did you just say?” I shout. Her story is too much for me to take in. I know I need to calm down, but after hearing about her “great love affair" I am shaking with anger, confusion, and grief. Was any of it real? Was my family and our happiness a lie?“I can’t believe this! Please,” I pinch my nose beneath my glasses. “Just tell me, is he my real brother?” I pause. She doesn’t say anything. “How long did this go on for, mother? Please, please tell me that my new boyfriend is NOT actually my brother!”         “You are not related,” she attempts to reassure me. “I was never unfaithful to your father.”
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The Queen's Mercy

[Devona]I morph into my raven form. On my breast, a handful of singed feathers are still smoldering. I send a small bit of energy into my chest, but the damage does not repair itself. I am unable to alter my form.Fuck, as the humans say. I cannot return to court like this. The Queen would not approve. And nobody wants to anger the Queen. Also, if she didn’t already know, this would confirm the truth.Her powers are awakening.If I hurry, I might still find a way to convince the queen she is no threat, just a small elf-touched girl with no promise of being queen. At the height of my power, I could slip in between realities as easily as taking off a cloak. Now I needed to travel through a Way, like an elf-struck mortal drunk on too much Faerie wine. When the future Queen of Night was killed before her time, her death was pinned on me. I was stripped of most of my power, and it is only by the “mercy” of the queen in her “generosity” that I have regained the ability to take original
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When Shadows Speak

  [Faye]  I must be losing my mind.  I can still smell her sweet aroma, like spicy chocolate warming on a gas burner. The stranger who is odd but doesn’t seem strange. Devona. Her name is Devona.Her flashing green eyes behind rose colored glasses. Velvet rippling over her muscles. That smirk as she bowed. My mind flashes, remembering every small moment our brief encounter as I try to make sense of it. My pace is less of a walk, more of a sprint as I make my way along the tree lined streets. The branch
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Dark Crescent

[Faye] A woman sits before me on a simple bench of dark wood, polished mirror bright, gleaming in the moonlight. Her long nails, tapered to points, tap against the hilt of the sword that lay across her lap. It is a grand sword, a ruby the size of a robin’s egg set into a steel pommel. A blue glow emanates from the sword blade, reflecting the moonlight into her face, casting it in a sharp, ghostly relief. She is draped in black leather armor, molded to her form as a second skin. Her hair is an inky red, like cut gemstones, or congealed, dried blood. She is watching me, and as I look up her eyes rest on mine. She has eyes the color of lavender and crushed violets, ringed in amethyst. Her ears, pierced in a constellation of gems and golden hoops, end in a high, tapered point. In some ways we share a resemblance, only her skin glows from an inner fire in a way that is otherworldly. Where her arms are bare, I see the edges of elaborate tattoos--serpents twisting up each arm and bands of
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