[ WP ] You keep getting randomly pulled out of your daily life back to the year 1200 by the same group of sorcerers . It was amazing at first . It 's starting to give you the shits .

`` *Dwad yr Brenin, dwad yr Brenin, dwad yr Brenin! *'' 
 
 I sighed as I appeared in the summoning circle, once again. On every side, a few spotty-faced teens with brown robes barely covering their faces struggled to look serene and magnificent. 
 
 Their fake beards were unimpressive. 
 
 `` Yo. Rydw I eich Brenin. Be dach chi eisio?'' I asked in Welsh. 
 
 `` Artur... Mae ni eisau chi yn dod yn ol I eich cadair! I bod yr Brenin mae ni yn rhaid I cael!'' 
 
 I groaned. 
 
 `` Nac ydi. Mae ddim amser, ddim eto. Paid ac poeni. Fod yr Penddraig yn dod yn ol pam mae'r amser gywir.'' 
 
 I winked, then rubbed out a bit of the chalk on the ground with my toe, breaking the summoning, and returning me to my own time period. Bloody followers. I'm the once and future king, I'll be there for them when the time is right, but on my terms, not theirs. 
 
 ( My welsh is kind of terrible, I know the words but I butcher the grammar and specific bits like mutations a lot, since I think in English, even if I use Welsh words. I do want to get better though! My goal if I do actually finish the book I'm writing is to translate it into Welsh so there's actually a decentish action-heavy book for Welsh schools to study. Because fuck me, the Welsh books they had in my secondary school were dull as all hell. )
