Camelot Dimension 360 Chapter 3

Written by Daton L Fluker

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CHAPTER 3 CONVENTION OF A NEW UNDERTAKING III

Fearful of his own fate our juvenile Lord is unaware of the consequences for his kingdom’s future. All the events that have taken place in the last few years could botch anyone’s thoughts (except for a Lord). Anything a Lord does is supposed to be done for the gracious hands of Trilyonois. Trilyonois is the name of their Creator and like our Creator Trilyonois is the only creator but for a few small mystifications. “Ignorance to the touch… Light and pain with a darken soul want hurt so much. As I wish that this was love. I would fall under the enemies’ blade and die of Trilyonois’s touch. Before I surrender, I shall fall with a million cuts.” A prayer soldiers utter before they walk onto a battlefield. They will give their lives because like in Trilyonois Kingdom and similar to the Kingdom of Heaven a person will be at peace and there will be no more war for him or her and he or she will be with loving friends and family for the rest of their eternal lives. However, if they cower away from battle for the spirit then they will have to serve Lord Spolylosys in the Black Kingdom continuously doing battle with other Dark Lords.

That is why everyone has to become a soldier and kill at least one hundred men before he or she dies to reach the Kingdom of Trilyonois. Women who decide to become mothers will only follow the path which her husband precedes. Her husband must kill 100 men for her, and 100 men for every child he has. However, no matter how you prune the edges, there will still be wars, in death doing battle in Lord Spolylosys black kingdom or serving your Lord on Minaera.

Town Hall is an empty unfurnished room except for one person sitting and staring into the dark. Lord Match Box isn’t staring at anything. Conversely, he stares into a speculation of what happened during the blizzard. The royal families resting place is in one of the corners. The covers are rosy-red, made of the finest silks and satin. The old Lord and Lord Matchbox’s mother were forced to sleep with the commoners. Everyone (who was in Town Hall during the blizzard) witness madness in the front room, which could cause anyone to ratter into insaneness… The doors are closed and the indifferent temperature chars’ icicles through his ice bitten veins. The covers are filthy with dirty immoral acts of his father. Lord Matchbox shivers not because of the coldness; he shivers from the lunacy he saw in its walls. The sound of the void invites him to a lanky slumber. He topples down into his chair avoiding from sleeping over there. He closes his eyes.

FLASH BACK BEFORE THE BIG STORM

The clear buoyant hours of darkness are soothing the broken hearts of the Camelot people walking toward a shooting star that had just fallen to the planet in the east. Minaera has not revolved in sun’s direction yet. A light far off on the other side of the planet guides them through the treacherous darkness, which is about 500,000 miles away. The crowd is carrying some injured soldiers. They have been holding defense against an increasing opponent who has been following them throughout a monotonous pass in a nearby valley.

An Archer has an arrow stuck in his eye. The arrow is broken off and it went all the way through his head. He didn’t want anyone to pull it out so somebody had to break it off at the heel. He is coughing up blood begging his brother, who helps carry him…

ARCHER

“I can’t take this anymore. Trilyonois will accept me in his kingdom if you take my life brother. I feel this is the worst pain I have ever felt. I need you to kill me. I can’t do this by myself.”

His voice is weak. Warm blood splatters out every time he speaks. His wife is also carrying him from his other side with their baby son sacked across her back. His brother replies…

ARCHER’S BROTHER

“You can’t ask me to do this relentless deed. Please fight it brother. It shall get better.”

The archer throws up his guts trying to say what his wife is now yelling at his brother…

ARCHER’S WIFE

“He is your brother! Don’t be a coward! Kill him now! He shouldn’t suffer like this!”

They stop in get out of formation. The people continue to walk forward not stopping to help except for one horse troting out behind them. The archer is sitting down while his brother and wife linger over him. His son is crying. Many babies are crying from out of the multitude walking toward a Camelot checkpoint. Prince Matchbox is witnessing the whole thing. He is the man on the horse. It’s cold enough that the respiration from his horse is changing to a smoky bleached gray. Prince Matchbox reaches forward and unbuckles the sword from his belt and hands it to them.

PRINCE MATCHBOX

“Take my sword! Minaera is our planet and Trilyonois will accept this. Take my sword! It’s a sad day for all of us but our army has won the battle.”

He directs his attention to the archer…

PRINCE MATCHBOX

“You will make it to the city of light.”

Tears peal from the Archer’s brother’s eyes as he walks over to the prince and retrieves his sword. The Archer is lying on the ground with his head in his wife’s lap. Pulling his hand behind her, she allows him to touch his son for the last time.

ARCHER’S WIFE

“I love you. I always have, since we were children. Touch him… Touch your son. There is so much more we need to do together. We had such a good time all these years. Please, I can’t see you suffer anymore.”

She screams at his brother…

ARCHER’S WIFE

“What are you waiting for? Do it!”

His brother’s face changes to a psychopathic impression and adrenaline and fear races through his stomach like butterflies throughout his conked out body. He raises the sword and water rolls down his face as he looks into the last scriptures of his brothers living eyes.

The handle of the sword is freezing and his fingers are cold. He screams…

ARCHER’S BROTHER

“AHH! Brother!”

He falls to the ground stabbing the prince’s sword through his brother’s chest.

WHAT SHOULD BE DONE ABOUT THIS ATTACK?

Duke Johnstown, Duke Flasksen, Duke Belgran, Duke Lebelton, Duke Norchin, and Lord Matchbox the First (Prince Matchbox’s father) are sitting around the table inside Town Hall. They are discussing the surprise attack on the villagers. It’s dark inside. The succinct moonlight is coming in from the open windows. When the Camelot population made it to the checkpoint, nothing was standing except for Town Hall. They are rebuilding from the only resources and tools they have.

The enlisted men take their weapons and dig out holes to use the dirt to build mud cottages. Even the archers use the heads of their arrows to pick into the pit of the soil. A younger looking clean version of the Mayor is walking around with his magnificent loud voice. He is screaming at the soldiers…

HERO

“Get those lumbers moving over there in stack… Dig faster! The quicker we move the faster we can get some sleep and defend the appending army!”

His voice is loud enough the people in Town Hall can hear everything he is saying clearly. Lord Matchbox the first orders one of the servants…

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“Close that window. My head is throbbing because of the sound of his voice.”

Prince Matchbox is also sitting at the table doing this year’s tax policy. The taxes have to be lower to (1%)-no gold is flowing through the city-the civilians are not paying their taxes on time. If Prince Matchbox knew what was going to take place in the next few months then he would tear those papers up right now.

The Lord is discussing issues with the Dukes.

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“The people need a new source of encouragement. We need to send our army to defend the attacking force in the valley. What does my staff suggest?”

Lord Matchbox the First sits back and listens to their dispute. He is an old man and he and his wife are deeply ill. His decision-making is clouded by his ailment. The queen is lying in the corner of the room sleeping on the royal bed sheets.

DUKE FLASKSEN

“Sir, if you don’t mind me insisting, this would be a terrible mistake. We don’t have that much food, and we need the rest of our resources for the long winter. If we portion this with the army then we shall-surly starve to death.”

DUKE NORCHIN

“He is right my Lord. What will we do if we run out of sustenance?”

DUKE BELGRAN

“Are you all mad? What will happen if 3,000 enemy archers come from out of the woods? We already lost a lot of civilians to this minor attack. Can’t you see the Lord is right to defend our people?”

DUKE FLASKSEN

“Excluding the circumstances, what will we eat? I love war just like everyone else, but what if we run out of things to consume? What is that we should feast on? We will surely starve if we go on with this wreak vengeance battle. Can’t we just consider that we lost and leave it at that?”

DUKE JOHNSTOWN

“How I see this, is that, Lord Matchbox is right. Furthermore, the argument about not having enough sustenance to feast on is merely something to be careful with. Equally important, if we don’t give the army sufficient food then they can’t have a successful assault. No matter how we go about this it’s still a decision only Lord Matchbox can decide.”

DUKE LEBELTON

(Upset)

“This is lunacy! No matter what decision is made, we will be killing those who are in misfortune! It’s a poison to the enthusiasm that our feathered nation has to occur.”

DUKE NORCHIN

“It’s true Lord Matchbox. Please lead your homeland. Whatever you decide, we will back the verdict one hundred percent.”

Lord Matchbox the 1st leans toward the table.

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“I have decided” (Coughing)…

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST CONTINUES

“Split half of the resources with our army and send them to battle. We can rebuild another army if we make it to another sunrise.”

The Dukes stand and shout…

DUKES

“All hail Lord Matchbox! We will defend our honor in his name and the borders of Camelot!”

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“Please sit down men. We will eat before we give the word to the army.”

He turns and stares at Prince Matchbox…

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“My son, please go outside and make a progress report. Once you are finished, come back and eat with us. We will study it later.”

Prince Matchbox stands up and slams his paper work on the table and replies in a mocking tone…

PRINCE MATCHBOX

“Yes my lord!”

Everyone in the room laughs and chats. The noise is drowning through the walls.

He opens the door and walks outside.

Outside Town Hall Three Years Ago

The people who are in good condition are assembling new sleeping quarters for the village. The children are helping to pack mud and melt ice. The architects are building a cottage, and the village chefs are creating a place where they can cook food. The individuals responsible for melting the ice are using tinier pots to liquidize the ice. The warm water will help packet the mud. Boiling next to the incomplete hill, a big pot is used to feed everyone in the village. What makes Prince Matchbox query, is the dead laying in the middle of everything and the sick and hurt soldiers, bathing in pain. Some of the living and dead soldiers are missing body parts. He doesn’t want to go back into Town Hall. Too many problems going on outside and selfishness isn’t one of the Prince’s virtues. He couldn’t sleep at night knowing most of the villager’s lost love ones in the battle. Mystified about his father’s decision to go to war, Prince Matchbox holds his position. He doesn’t want his illogical reasoning is getting the best of him. Too many sick and hurt people are lying around. If the legends are right, the summer is not going to be at this checkpoint until three to five more years. Prince Matchbox walks over to the townspeople, who are working, and helps them. One of the hurt soldiers recognizes him. He yells-out,

INJURED SOLDIER

“Sir, please don’t! Let me take your place!”

Wrapped up with some old clothes, his gash wound bleeds out, the soldier tries to stand up but one of his thighs has been split wide open.

PRINCE MATCHBOX

“Stay there. I want to do this.”

The wounded soldiers yell out…

WOUNDED SOLDIERS

“All hail Prince Matchbox!”

They repeat it repeatedly showing their love for him to the heavens.

I Can’t Love You because I’m a Prince

A year has passed and the Army hasn’t made it back. Prince Matchbox and one of the servants, not in her quarters, are too cautious not to bring this to the attention of his father. After the labor for the day is completed, the village people made a circle around the partial finished cottage. Everyone else knows about the prince’s and the young lady’s love for each other except for the prince’s father. Making out on the out skirts of town, she is so beautiful and she admires the prince’s masculinity. His and her body heat under the blankets is keeping them comfort but not enough to stay balmy because of the constant snow fall. Only the prince’s and the servant lady’s activities are keeping them warm. Her breast feels soft and his hard body pierces her heart. She is definitely hooked on him. She goes under the cover and kisses on the mammillae pecks on his chest. Her warm breath is exalting his nerves. He holds her and she can feel him penetrating inside her. She screams out…

SERVANT LADY

“Oh Prince Matchbox, that’s wonderful, don’t stop, faster!”

PRINCE MATCHBOX (CONT’D)

“You’re so beautiful Elaine. I am glad you came with me tonight!”

Her hair is long and soft rubbing against his chest and face.

ELAINE

(Putting her finger to his lips)

“Shhh… Don’t say anything. Let’s make love in the dark. Baby, it’s wonderful this way.”

Taking her finger off his lip, Elaine puts her tongue deep into his mouth reaching for the back of his tonsils. He grabs her young bottom, and she rubs it on him. They are not just making out. They are making love through the cold strict darkness.

Inside Town Hall before the Giant Blizzard

A riot is going on outside. A crowd of hungry people are angry because Lord Matchbox won’t do anything about their starving nation. Famished from the weeks of vigorous malnutrition, snow is falling and everyone is freezing with empty-bellies. Some of the villager’s family member’s died from starvation. Lord Matchbox, Prince Matchbox, Queen Matchbox, and five other servants are trapped inside Town Hall. They have nailed boards to the doors because the people want to get to its core. Duke Johnstown, Duke Flasksen, Duke Belgran, Duke Lebelton, and Duke Norchin are leading the crowd. They yell at the door.

DUKE JOHNSTOWN

“We voted with the people and everyone has decided that we don’t want to stay under your rule anymore. You are purely not a good leader to follow.”

DUKE LEBELTON

“The men and women, including their children who are loyal to you, will be used as a source of sustenance. We elected a vote not to scorch you out. We want you to starve to death like you are starving your own countrymen!”

DUKE JOHNSTOWN

“We hired a Passing Tory from the Kingdom of Anthropophagus. Look out to the Hill Duke Matchbox!”

Lord Matchbox looks out of the window. The people are fighting. Everyone inside Town Hall (The Queen, Lord Matchbox the First, Prince Matchbox and the five servants in the room) are witnessing the madness happening outside the window. Prince Matchbox is holding Elaine close to him. He needs the comfort. Elaine and Prince Matchbox are crying because of who the people brought to the front. They have no morals. The room is cold, so he and she have an excuse to cuddle. However, servants and royalty are forbidden to mix.

The people who are on the hill are the family members, of the archer, who Prince Matchbox witnessed, his death: the brother of the Archer who was asked to kill him, his brother’s wife and his brother’s two year old son. Their hands are tied up. The lady stares at the blacken window, as if she knows they are looking at her. However, it’s difficult to see anyone’s face because of the nightshade.

The Passing Tory holds the two-year old boy over the hot boiling water high above his head. The mother tries to pull away from the ropes holding her in place but nothing she could do now. He throws the boy in the white-hot water. Prince Match Box screams,

PRINCE MATCHBOX

“NOOOOO!!!”

Lord Matchbox the first says to the servants in the room,

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“Hold him!”    

Trying to run out of the door, nevertheless, if Prince Matchbox would have been successful in his escape then he would have been captured by the mob outside. Soon as the boy hit the scalding-water his uncle and mother were gutted alive by the two swordsmen outside. The Dukes of the village did nothing, so they were as just as much a part of these murder as the rest of them.

Would Anyone Volunteer or Do I Have to Choose?

The royal family and the servants are established around the room staring at each other. One-month has passed and the royal family and the servants have witnessed the killing of four families. Losing all their manners, everyone in the room is hungry. The sovereignty had to sleep cuddle up with the common wealth during the cold-nights. Prince Matchbox and Elaine are standing on the opposite side of the room from everybody else. The Lord and the Queen are sitting in front of the table. Everybody stomachs have turned inside-out. Having mixed feelings about each other, one of the servants walks over to the Lord and hands him something. Prince Matchbox doesn’t get it, and he is too hungry to care. Lord Matchbox the first hides the item in his long sleeve.

After hours of bewilderment the Lord speaks…

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“Well… We are not going to get anywhere like this. We have to decide.”

Everybody in the room seems to know what he is talking about except for Elaine and Prince Matchbox. The other’s servants’ didn’t let her stay in their group after running out of food a month ago. The cupboards are empty, the servants are restless, and no more regulations are between the two groups.

LORD MATCH BOX THE FIRST (CONT’D)

“We should have fun with this. Why should we spoil this good time with doing nothing? Since we can’t draw straws then we will need a volunteer, or shall I choose?”

It’s hard to see because of the darken room. Barely perceiving each other’s actions, Elaine wants to impress his father because she believes that she could gain his trust. She quickly blurts out.

ELAINE

“I Volunteer Sir.”

At first, no one knew who spoke because her voice is so unearthly elegant. Only one commonly fair lady is in the room. She says something to confirm their amazement.

ELAINE (CONT’D)

“It is I. What would you like me to do my Lord?”

PRINCE MATCHBOX

(Concerned because he knows his father) “Wait!”

The prince holds her back.

PRINCE MATCHBOX (CONT’D)

“What is the meaning of this father? What are you asking her to do exactly?”

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“Its entertainment my son, please don’t spoil the foolery. Now let her go so she can take her position.”

Allowing her to engage in his father’s happenings, she goes over to the lord and curtsy to him and then the Queen.

ELAINE

“My Lord.”

She pauses for a second.

ELAINE CONTINUES

“What would you like me to do my Lord?”

Not a doubt in her mind that he is a kind man. However, his son thinks differently of him because of his father’s cheerfulness. The prince knows his father’s ministrations but not his true attentions.

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“My dear, please lay on the table.”

Without any dispute, she proceeds to lie on the table. The wood is freezing to her back, but she recommence lying there trying her best to please the Lord. The Queen spreads Elaine hair out.

QUEEN MATCHBOX

“You’re so beautiful. Now dear, stay still.”

The Lords face shifts from sugary to impractical in less than a second, saying to the other servants.

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“Grab him!”

They run toward the Prince and hold him in place. However, even if he would have broken free he would have been too late. His father lifts his arm and drops it toward her neck slicing it open. Three of the servants hold the Prince in place, while the remaining one helps his father undress Elaine.

PRINCE MATCHBOX

(Screaming)

“Father!!! What have you done?”

LORD MATCHBOX THE FIRST

“It’s for the best. We are starving to death. It comes down to survival of the fittest. Nothing we could do about it now. The deed is done. She volunteered for it.”

PRINCE MATCHBOX

“You son of a bitch…! You killed her!”

Prince Matchbox breaks free and goes to his father. A frail old man sits in front of him. No matter how much he wants revenge for this. He knows (deep down, in his gut) his father is right. What else can they eat? Except for the rotten roaches on the floor, no bugs are in the corridors because it is too cold for bugs to multiply. Prince Matchbox gets on the table and hugs and kisses on Elaine while they continue to disrobe her.

PRINCE MATCHBOX (CONT’D)

“Give me the knife!”

Two of the servants get some wooden dishes from out of a cupboard from a miniature galley. His father hands him the knife. Right before the Prince stabs the knife deep into Elaine’s chest, he says to her.

PRINCE MATCHBOX (CONT’D)

“I will always love you.”

He guts her open and sticks his hands inside of her open chest cavities. Her flesh flaps over as he cuts for her heart. Her blood drains under the table. He pulls her heart out; it’s still moving. Picking up one of the wooden bowls the servants have placed around the table, he puts her heart into it. He sits at the table and commences to eat it raw. Everybody goes and sticks their hands into her open chest filling their dishes with her organs.

FLASH OUT

Lord Matchbox wakes up out of a nightmarish sleep and finds himself curled up on the floor with his body wrapped around the foot of the thrown. He doesn’t want to get up, but he doesn’t want to go back to sleep either. He lays there with his eyes open.

Brand-new Arising Brand-new Day-Playing with Daddy

The new Duke is outside helping some workers cultivate the frozen ground in the area where the farm will be. When the spring comes the ice will melt, and it would be suitable for the dirt to be already ready. The sun has come out a bit more, installing an evening shadow. It’s the most beastly thing omitted in this type of weather. Oh, what fairness it holds within its beams. His Daughter is packing some snow making snowballs. She rises up and stalks her father and the other workers while they are not paying-attention. They continue to work while she tracks them, from a distance, a few meters away. She has some packed snow aiming it toward a worker. She throws it at him then she picks more up and throws them at her father, everybody laughs at her except him. He is upset. He yells out to her,

NEW DUKE

“Ice Princess. Come here!”

She tries to get away. Running after her, the Duke is too fast. He catches her and throws her to the snow. He tosses some of it in her face. Asking for his mother the whole night, her younger brother is sleeping because he still doesn’t understand where his mother went.

Her father tickles her and says,

NEW DUKE

“You love snow my Ice Princess? Do you adore it now?”

ICE PRINCESS

“I’m sorry dad. Ha, Ha, Ha! Ok, Ok! You win!”

He gives her a big hug and lies down in the snow next to her.

ICE PRINCESS (CONT’D)

“When will the summer come? I want to see how trees look in the light. Will they change colors daddy?”

THE NEW DUKE

“Yes my little Ice Princess, the trees will be green, and we won’t have to eat that much meat. Fruit will be on them, and this garden will turn into a large farm with many different types of edible plants. Since you are a real Princess now, I will make sure you get the finest silk clothing that money can buy and you and your brother can go to school in a neighboring Kingdom.”

ICE PRINCESS

“I wish mother was here. I don’t ever want to leave you dad, I will take care of you and my brother. That is what mother would’ve wanted.”

THE NEW DUKE

“Aw, Princess… We will always be together. Just think of it like a vacation. You’ll be back soon as you know it. We could travel together during winter and with the people of the newly built Camelot.”

He sits up.

THE NEW DUKE CONTINUES

“I have to get back to work. Let’s talk later about this during dinner. See you later my Ice Princess.”

He gets up. The Princess watches as her father picks up his sword chipping away at the solid earth. She knows he’s happy and full of new dreams. She puts her head between her legs having mixed feelings about her father’s happiness, attesting the fact he was a witness to her mother’s murder. Tears pour out of her eyes.

She softly says,

ICE PRINCESS

“Mommy… I’ll always love you. I miss you. Good bye.”

Standing up, the Ice Princess picks her head up and wipes her eyes clean. She walks toward some swords on the ground and picks one up. Going toward her father, she helps him with the field. She continues to wipe tears from her eyes. The Duke understands his daughter’s feelings. He smiles at her and she smiles back.

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