Chapter 1
The smell of ancient parchment was stronger now that most of the dust on it was gone. But she could still see dust dancing around it where the sunlight met the brown leather. The book sat on (Y/n)'s lap. She had brought it centuries ago, just after Morgana had died. She wrote down all sorts of possible spells and rituals to bring someone back from the dead. She never found the right one. So much for being the world's greatest sorceress.
She sighed. Fifteen hundred years and the wound was still fresh. Her heart still bled. She had failed. Failed her Destiny. Failed to stop the war and the price for her failure was paid, by Morgana, Arthur, several others' deaths and the loss of her brother.
Memories flooded her mind as she traced her fingers along the creases of on its spin. So many tries. So many questions without answers.Tears were threatening to fall now. With a sharp breath she set the book down - away from the recyclables - and stood up. (Y/n) spared the book one last glance before picking up the previously discarded box and continued cleaning.
She'll find a use for that book later. Maybe go over a spell or two perhaps...