Exhausted

Her hair lay plastered against her sweat-drenched forehead and cheeks. This was so much harder than she thought it would be. Her mother, her ladies never told her about the effort and the pain it took to bring a new life forth. The physician kept telling her to push, but she was pushing. She was pushing with all the hope, love, and determination she could muster. There was one final baring down with fists clenched and gritted teeth, then release and it was over.

"It's a boy, your majesty," someone said.

She lay back on the pillows, exhausted yet triumphant.

Golden Boy

The golden woman looked lovingly upon her newborn son in her arms. His yellow downy hair was as pale as her own, but it would darken a bit as he grew older, a token of his father's input. She carefully ran a gentle finger through the golden hair and he momentarily opened his eyes and looked at her. They were her own blue and she smiled.

"Hello, Arthur," she whispered. "I'm your mother." He was her blue-eyed golden boy.

Then, her energy began to ebb and she gave her child to the nurse. Smiling, she closed her eyes and slept…forever.

ACT 4, SCENE 1

By Billy "The Quill" Shakespeare

Inside the castle of Idirsholas, the sisters circled a cauldron. Suddenly, they stopped.

"By the pricking of my thumbs," said Morgana, "Something prattish this way comes."

Arthur pounded on the castle's door. "Open, locks, whoever knocks!" Morgause cried and Arthur entered.

"How now, what is it you do?" he asked the witch sisters.

"A deed without a name," Morgause replied.

"When will I be king?" he demanded.

Mordred appeared out of the gloom. "Beware the thane of Mercia; be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn when Puzzle Wood comes to Camelot," he pronounced, then retreated back into the gloom.

"WHAT?" Arthur exclaimed. "What is that supposed to mean?"

The sorcerers shrugged and vanished.