Who Carries a Mighty Sword...
Morgana smiled at the Queen as they both watched the new country boy, Marvin? As he argued back with Arthur, the Queen had seen this the night before. Forever haunting her dreams and so she had informed Morgana that the times will be changing now, for her and for Arthur. Not even Uther could stop them.
The way they seemed to just float into each other’s orbits, it truly was brilliant to see Arthur knocked down a few pegs for once. The fear that sparked within her stomach, twisting and curling tightly around her lungs as she saw the boy swing at Arthur, despite Arthur stopping him, he could be executed for just that!
Almost as if she could Morgana’s thoughts the Queen turned to her and smiled,
“Do not worry, my dear, I will ensure Merlin’s safety.”
Morgana didn’t bother to ask how the Queen knew the strange boy’s name, already knowing the answer would be something Uther would despise.
Uther, is a man who is rotten to the core, who was wiling to outlaw magic because it almost took his wife’s life. But he pushed for a deal using the balance of life and death. Nimueh did no wrong except follow the Old Religion’s very words. All Uther could do was hate. Hate that turned his insides from warm and full to cold and empty. Like a flower being ripped from the ground and left to wilt. Uther was almost the devil reincarnate. His own wife couldn’t stand to be around her husband more than necessary. And to think Uther would have her abandon her love, her soulmate, to become full of hatred just like him. To lead her to a destiny where Arthur is killed by her blade, just because she wanted the throne. Ygraine had told her the truth of her destiny, except how she died, she was Arthur’s blood sister, but Arthur was still yet to know.
The Queen’s magic had grown in her time captive to the man Uther, she had been sent away from him for some time, to the druids, to train. Then Uther had brutally murdered those druids for having magic, Ygraine had never been able to forgive him. Children and women, murdered in cold blood. Their toys still lay in the same spot after 15 years.
Morgana looked at the two boys outside again and giggled as Arthur had the boy dragged away to the dungeons, the boy seemed to have given up on fighting and she could already imagine Gaius’ eyebrow of doom lifted at the boy.
Some time had passed since Arthur and Mertin’s fight earlier. Morgana could see out the window as Arthur started to try and wind Marvin up. Then challenge him to a fight.
Her senses abandoned her the moment she saw the gold in the boy’s eyes, a coldness crawling up her throat, strangling her and numbing her legs. She couldn’t breathe, was he out of his mind?
Before she had time to calm down, the Queen was down there, with Gaius, and the guards.
An even colder fear built in her as she watched a man sneaking behind Arthur, a silver glint barely noticeable under his cloak. Martin too had spotted it, but Morgana does not believe he was powerful enough to subtly kill the man or expose him using magic. Even she wouldn’t be able to, and she’s a High Priestess in training. The only person she fails to overpower on this land is Emrys, the son of the triple goddess, made of all the magic the land had lost though the Great Purge. As one dies, the stronger he becomes.
Her blood was rushing through her ears as she watched the boy mutter, this wasn’t a spell, this was asking, she felt the shift in the air that carried more beauty than her magic ever had. The silver ripped itself from the man’s belt and flung itself into his still beating heart. Then gently placed itself in the assassin’s hand. By the Good Mother, Morgana is going to have to tell Gwen that she understands why she feels the need to bow.
Whilst Morgana could tell her magic had always been a sword, with a fine point, made for slaying. It was raw, pure, and powerful, but it could not compare to what she had just witnessed, that was pure magic. His magic was the very concrete of hers, he commanded the Earth itself. Perhaps he was Emrys?