History It can easily be said that the Stamp Act of was the beginning of the revolution for the colonies of North America. Before the Stamp Act, there were other failed attempts to tax the colonies by the British parliament. Each attempt to gain money from the colonies was unlawful because there was a lack of representation from Parliament.
When Arthur goes to a club restricted for magic users it sets in motion a great course of events—young boys are being chased, The stamp act riot1 is being reversed and revolutions are plotted… Notes: Merlin, especially after seeing this art: Thank you Beckybrit for britpicking!
Any mistakes remaining are my own I am not a native English speaker. He knows he crossed the line when he followed a girl he met during a morning TV interview into this club. He loses her right after entering the club.
The air smells like ozone and perfume, and the lights are constantly flashing and changing colours. It makes Arthur dizzy. The whole crowd goes ecstatic—hollering, whistling, and stomping their feet—moving as one to face a little stage at the back where an enormous throne is placed.
A group of young people dressed like Ancient Egyptian slaves enter the stage. Their tunics are wrapped loosely around their hips, long necklaces hang down their bare chests, and bracelets hug their arms like golden serpents.
He raises his head and greets everyone with a small wave of his hand. This mustbe some kind of show. But no one on the stage is dancing or performing. For a long moment nothing happens, but Arthur is unable to take his eyes off the motionless hooded man. The music changes once more, and two olive-skinned women, dressed in black capes matching the one the man is wearing, enter the stage carrying a large golden cup in their hands.
They kneel in front of the man on the throne, and after what seems like ages he finally gets up and takes the cup from them, walking slowly to the edge of the stage. When the man beckons with his hand and the front row starts approaching him, Arthur moves along in the line with them.
Emrys dips his finger into the liquid in the cup. Emrys reaches his finger towards the girl and she opens her mouth while he places a drop of the liquid onto her tongue. Arthur wants to get out of the crowd. He walks shakily towards the man, unable to break the connection of their stare.
Fire dances in them like molten gold, oscillating and moving as if driven by some inner force. His voice is deep and melodic. It tastes bitter and sweet, like oriental spices, or a medication, and it heats up the inside of his mouth instantly while numbing it at the same time.
The feeling is similar to the cooling heat of menthol paste his father used to rub on his chest and feet when he was little and sick with fever. The lines around him become blurry and shapes seem to be glowing with pale golden light.
He looks down at his hands and sees they are glowing, too. In a way it feels weird, this gaze, and Arthur is about to walk towards the man to see what he wants, when suddenly he feels a tug on his hand. In the dim light, the golden aura makes it difficult to discern the edges of objects in the room.
His touch is cool and a bit damp, and the skin contact sends a jolt of electricity between them. But when the man finally touches him, Arthur stills in shock, suddenly uncertain. Arthur closes his eyes and gives in to the feeling, letting the liquid gold spread inside his body and take over his cells and blood vessels.
He feels gentle touches of delicate fingers on his face and a shuddered breath on his lips. The last thing he can recall is Emrys looking at him in a way that makes his chest clench and his insides twist in a tight knot even now.
It was just a dream, he tries to convince himself as he sits up, roughing his hair up with his fingers. He must indeed have been drugged and poisoned there, out of his mind hallucinating. He seems to see the man everywhere—on the Tube when he goes to work, in a crowd in front of a theatre the next weekend.
Eventually, he gives up searching. He grabs a sandwich from the cafeteria and goes to a nearby park to eat it outside, never mind the cold. A bunch of boys on rollerblades, skateboards and longboards are doing their tricks, jumping on a high kerb and then down again.
Arthur looks without really looking until he recognizes Emrys among the boys, riding on a small black board that twists underneath his battered trainers.Please wait.
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