“Ian, I’ve always loved the coast of Brittany,” she said as the sailed along in their boat. There was no wind at that time. They were in a deck chair, relaxing, as the Captain they had hired took care of the boat. She was in Ian’s arms and had never been happier. The sea, the bay, and Ian.
“Can we stop and see the Merlin and King Arthur sites?” she asked.
“Of course,” he replied, as he directed the Captain.
Ian and the girl met up with a tour group going to the forest of Painpont, all that’s left of King Arthur’s Forest. A mystical, magical place. A small group was going to the Merlin site, where the wizard was imprisoned by Viviane in a stone. What they found was a shrine to Merlin and a feeling that seemed spiritual.
The group of five felt drawn to the stone. They reached out and touched it. When they did, there was a curl of smoke and they were all gone.
Photo credit to The Storyteller’s Abode