The elvish time travel story I’m working on has morphed, as stories are wont to do, into something entirely different. And so I find myself writing an Arthurian tale, kind of. Currently titled “The Last Blood of Camelot”, it is about a British twenty-something with no future getting pulled through the Dream-World into the land of Faery, or Logres, a place where time passes but does not go by.
There he is informed that he is the descendent of royalty, the Last Blood of Camelot, and in order to save both Logres and modern England he must go on a quest to find the Holy Grail and bring it back to modern England. Only by completing his quest for the Grail can he stave off the slow death of England, which has forgotten its mythology and is slowly dying under the weight of its forgotten history, and unite Faery again under its rightful King. I think, then, the implication is that this will be the beginning of the process where Logres and Britain are united again as one, as they were under Arthur, who will complete the union when he awakens from Avalon.
There’s only one catch: He is the descendent of Guinevere and Lancelot, not Arthur. So his claim to the throne is questionable at best.
The more I think of this idea, the more I like it. It’s epic in scale and has a wealth of tradition for me to draw on. The Arthurian legends are absolutely fascinating. I can see why people are drawn by them. They fall into a rare spectrum where they’re epic enough in stature to be mythological, even archetypal, and human enough to be relatable. That’s what makes the fall of Arthur such a compelling tragedy. It is the fall of an impossibly perfect Kingdom brought about by the weakness of the very human people of the Court. Arthur, Lancelot, and Guinevere are so enduring because we understand them.
And so this is a fun tale to write. I have high hopes for it, and not the slightest clue how long it will be. We shall see.