Something has happened to the Blood Boys. Something odd happened. The whole world changed. One moment, they were vampires living in the Twin Cities area and the next… they were somewhere in the 5th Century bumping shoulders with characters straight from Arthur’s Britain.
They’ve undergone something called “the Flux.” The entire world changed and nobody noticed. Everyone entered the new world with complete lives and memories. Only three of the Blood Boys remembered the past world and retained their memories. Roman did not. As far as he knows, the whole world has always been 5th Century Britain. And the Boys can’t find a way to change that.
Confused? Not as confused as the Blood Boys are.
What’s more, some of the folks they knew back in the Twin Cities have shown up in Britain as well. Changed just slightly—some more than others—but still familiar. Familiar strangers.
Our cast of characters includes:
Ben as Gwillym, a knight under Uther of Logres. Giant in stature, hideous in appearance,
Lee as Cysgodian of Cameliard. Leodegrance’s personal advisor and mentor to his child, Morganna,
Fabien as Dominic of Gaul. An Occitanian knight who has a subtle and secret agenda in Britain,
Dan as Gwinas of Cameliard. A devout Christian knight who serves under Leodegrance, and
Nick as Gideon of Trent. A godless and villainous man, the greatest knight under Uther of Logres
Our story begins…
* * *
… in a tent. Dominic’s eyes are closed and he feels a woman’s lips on his own. He opens them. Standing before him is Ms. Lethe… but not Ms. Lethe. She screams. He steps back.
"Where are we? What’s happened?" she asks.
"I don’t know." He looks around. He’s wearing some sort of mideival clothing. So is she. He nods. "This is another Changeling trick," he says. "Like the cockroaches."
He calms Lethe down. Together, they agree they are in some kind of strange waking dream. "We have to find a way out of here," she says.
Just then, all the memories of their current lives rush into their heads, pushing past memories out. Lethe and Dominic try to hold on to who they were. They look at each other. "Do you remember?" he asks. She nods. She remembers. He tells her, "We have to find the others. Maybe together, we can get out of this."
She nods and rushes to push aside the tent flap. She sees the sun and falls back… but she is not burned. Her eyes go wide. "The sun," she whispers. "Oh my god, Don. Look at it."
He comes to the flap in the tent. He looks out. The two of them look at each other. Heartbeats. Warm skin. Dominic closes the tent flap and takes her into his arms.
"Who are you?" Cysgodian asks.
"Gideon," Gideon tells him. "Of Trent."
"That’s cute," Cysgodian says.
"Weren’t you _____________?" Gideon asks.
Cysgodian nods. "I was. And you were Trent, right?"
Gideon nods. "Yeah."
"Just making sure." Cysgodian looks around. "Where are we?"
"I don’t know." Gideon looks around for a pistol. He dosn’t find one. He finds a sword and picks it up.
Cysgodian points at the sword on Gideon’s belt. "You already have one of those," he says.
Gideon looks at the sword on his belt and the sword in his hand. "I’ve got two hands," he says.
"We have to find the others," Cysgodian tells him.
Gideon nods. "Let’s go."
The two of them leave the tent.
* * *
Gwinas sits on his horse. He looks down at his squire. His squire looks terrified.
"My shield," Gwinas says.
His squire looks about him. His hands are shaking. "Where am I?" he asks.
"You are standing beside me and you are holding my shield," Gwinas tells him. "This is no time to lose your nerve, boy."
The squire, no more than twelve, looks up at the knight. He lifts the shield–the wrong way. Gwinas takes the shield and turns it. "Hand it to me this way next time," he says.
The squire nods. He looks like he may break out in tears at any moment.
Across the field, another knight waits. The flag falls. Gwinas kicks his horse. The two men race at each other. Gwinas’ lance strikes true and knocks the man off his horse, flipping head over heels. He lands flat on his face. Out cold.
When the man recovers, Gwinas is there. "You joust well, sir knight," he says.
"You mock me," the knight tells him.
"Christ has taught me humility," Gwinas says. "No such action would be possible from me."
Gwinas lifts the knight to his feet and helps him back to his horse. When he is sure the man is well, he returns to his squire. "Help me back to my pavilion," he says.
Gwinas’ squire takes the shield and lances… his hands quivering.
* * *
Gwillym remembers last night. The feast. The truce. He is smiling as he walks.
"I’m a knight," he says to himself. "I’m a knight."
"Good sir knight?" a voice from behind him asks. Gwillym turns. He sees a knight he recognizes… somewhat. He must have seen him last night. Yes!
"You were the knight sitting with Misty!" he says.
The knight tilts his head. "Pardon?"
"Uh… I mean… um. What’s her name? You were at the party last night!"
The knight nods. "Aye. I was at the truce."
"What’s your name?"
The knight extends his hand. "I am…"
He pauses. His eyes flutter. Then, he reaches out and grabs Gwillym by the shoulders.
"Will!" he shouts. "It’s me! Walker! I can’t contr–something’s wr…"
Then, the knight’s eyes refocus. "Very well, Sir Gwillym. It was good to meet you again.
Gwillym watches as the knight walks away, lost in the crowd.
END OF PART 1