A fallen Kindom of the Lost Children

[Arubieus]

::Arubieus set foot in to the Market. It bustled and boomed with noise. People talked fast, moved fast and acted fast. He looked around. This was a very different land from where he had come. The air was not at all fresh. The food look unhealthy. The peoples clothes were unkempt as were themselves. He looked around . there didn’t seem to be any greenery here either . Was this really the place the prophet wanted them to come to? Maybe he’d made a wrong turn. After all him and Mia had been split up and told to take different paths to this place. Or their home as they had been told. He refused to believe it. Mia on the other hand Had put all her faith into the prophet. ::

“Hmm. If this is supposed to be home. I think I’d rather have stayed in the wilderness. ”

::He looked around a bit more. It seem ed to as he entered he might have drawn a bit of attention to himself. Some of the guards were staring at him now. He felt a bit uncomfortable for a few seconds. He decided to just shrug it off and make his way deeper into the market hoping to find something that might suit his fancy better then the entrance .::

[Archamia]

Mia sat on a hill overlooking the stone walls of the castle. It seemed darker than she had remembered. Had she made a mistake in trusting. This wasn't right. Perhaps she had made a wrong turn. That must be it. She looked back over her shoulder. No. She knew she was where she was told to go, but it was so different than she had remembered. She knew that it wouldn't be exactally the same. The world always looks different to aged eyes, but she had hoped it would be similer to the kingdom she had loved.
Do I go down there? she asked herself. I don't have to, I could always turn back. Its not too late. But it was too late, she had come to far and had nowhere to return to. She had made sure of that. She took a deep breath and began walking towards the old wooden bridge that would lead her into the bustling market.

[Arubieus]

::Rube moved slowly through the crowed. looking at each persons face as he passed. They all looked so sad. There is no life in their faces. the smell in the air is rancid. He looked up at the castle.::

"Maybe I can find the answers I'm looking for there. Maybe Mia has already beatin me there."

::He started to make his way to towards the castle::

[Archamia]

As she neared the castle she became more nervous. This didn't feel right. It didn't seem safe. She reached up for the leather cord that hung around her neck. Rube had given it to her when they had parted ways. He taking the left side of the river. Her the right. Where was he now. She thought. They had never spent more than a few days appart till now. This time it had been nearly two months. Two lonely quiet months. She had avoided people, surviving off the land.
She crossed the bridge with a handfull of other people. Some with cartloads of good to trade at market, others mounted on horse back. As she passed through the gates she saw the gaurds looking mournfull, not at all how she had remembered them. They had always had a smile on their faces, as though they loved their kingdom and job.
The market was just as sad. There was the general noise of trades being made, but no one laughed as they told stories of their day. Could this really be home?

[Arubieus]

:He made his way up the first set of castle stairs. they were a lot shorter than he had remembered. He also remembered them being pearl white and Clean. now, they had grass and weeds growing everywhere. the granite was chipped and broken just about everywhere.:

"This is just sad. Where the hell is Mia. she should have at least beaten me here"

:He got to the top of the stairs and sat down and covered his eyes and Imagined what it used to look like from this veiw.::

[Archamia]

Mia stopped in the center of the town square. The fountain was dry, the cold stone looked as though it hadn't seen water in years. The entire castle has the same cold look as the fountain, it looked as though someone had cast a blue filter over her eyes before she had crossed through the gates of the castle. As she was looking around she felt something bump against her ankle. She looked down to see a small leather ball that had rolled away from a child. She looked up to see who had lost the toy. A small child looked at her with terrified eyes. She smiled at him and handed the ball back. She let out a lighthearted laugh. At least this child was trying to enjoy his miserable environment. As her laugh flowed from her mouth, the noise from the market froze, causing the laugh to carry much farther than it should have. She too was then frozen, caught in the stare of every man and woman in the square.

[Adara]

Adara moved through the market quickly. She hated when they came here.....Camelot had once been a happy place, and one of the gypsies more favored venue. They had stopped coming when the dark days had hit. In truth they would not be here now if it hadn't been for the fact that Adara's Puridaia, Grandmother in Romany, had felt something pulling her back here. Nadya had Dook, or the sight. Adara had felt it herself, but unlike her Grandmother she didn't embrace that ability. She tried to stay as far away from it as possible. Seeing the future brought nothing but pain and heartache. Most people believed Adara's talent was only with animals. Indeed she had an affinity to them. She was able to sooth them, speak with them, and even heal them somewhat. Amongst gypsies whose talents ranged from moving things with their minds to being able to blend into shadows, Adara's talent was somewhat obsolete. When she realized everyone was staring she stopped and turned to look at the person. Adara herself always drew attention. Then again any time a gypsy came into town they drew attention. She stood at 5'6" tall with strawberry blond curly hair that ran down to her waist. Her eyes were a vivid blue that many found disconcerting. She wore the usual gypsy garb. Unlike most she chose not to wear a diklo, head scarf. She did wear long flowing skirts, peasant style blouses, and sandals. An anklet of gold coins circled her ankle and made little tinkling sounds as she walked. Around her neck was a gypsy galbé, gold coin necklace. Around her waist was a sash called a kishti, and a knife called a churi was put into the sash. What drew attention was not the foreign clothing, though that was quite odd. It was the fact that walking beside her was an all black wolf with pale blue eyes.

[Arubieus]

:: Sitting on the Stairs rube could feel a tear fall out of his eye. He quickly took his fist and rubbed his check so no one would see it. Although he would never admit it he felt horrible about what had happened to this place. After all it was his home. He kept thinking to himself. It had been about five minutes of sitting there before he'd even realized that all the noise and commotion had stopped. His eyes and body snapped to life. He looked up to find a small child, the feet of a women,and a ball.:

[Analisa]

Analisa had entered the town late during the night so she would not be visible by anyone. The necessity for a low profile was imperative and of the upmost importance to her. Howver, if she was to build a new life it would require going outdoors.
She came from the neighboring town of Carlisle, located about 2 days journey from Camelot. It had become a military center for the surrounding towns. It was not necessarily at peace with Camelot, there was just nothing there they found wanting. Analisa was heir to the throne of Carlisle however that required a merciless iron fist to be brought down upon the people and surrounding towns; one she did not possess. Furthermore, since her return to Carlisle her uncle had taken throne. She had no desire to take the throne and he had no desire for her too. Fleeing for her life Analisa has come to Camelot to start fresh, however there are those who fled Carlisle to Camelot.

Dressed in a deep hunter green dress that was laced at the boddess and a dagger attached to her hip Analisa left the inn. Her long blonde hair braided and cloak over her shoulders she realized the town was looking in one general direction. She looked to see standing their a woman of obvious gypsy decent. Analisa herself was trained in the magical arts as a child, specifically in potions and had befriended children of gyspies at one time while running into the neighboring settlements near Carlisle. There was a child at the woman's feet and she could sense the tension in the town as she gazed further.

[Archamia]

Mia looked around the square. How could something as simple as a laugh in this environment be so rare. Even in the bad times Mia had always found a reason to laugh, even if it was at Rube's exspense. As Mia looked around, she could here the whispers begin. She hated to be stuck in this position. More so now than ever. At least in the past she had been in a familer place. This one only echoed the kingdom of her memory.