Morgana Swern walked through the door to her flat. She missed that first lifetime where she had worn velvet dresses and walked the corridors of the most powerful citadel that history ever knew. She was waiting for the touch of destiny to send Emrys her way once more while wearing the uniform outfit of this time and being normal. She remembered every life and death she had had and as the shining memories of days gone by floated through a man of black hair and ocean eyes hid silently in the shadows. She felt the magic she had been waiting for twenty miserable years near her and she sent one word ringing round her flat. 'Emrys'. Then she saw the man standing at the opposite end of the room. He stood there as still as the stones commemorating his past and she saw the gun holstered at his side and wondered why he of all sorcerers would need weaponry. She said two words the age old smirk on her lips "Hello Emrys." Then he shot her.
Emrys Cordel stood in the shadows of Morgana's house. He was to kill her, it was his job. He was unfazed until he felt her mind. 'She's like fire and ice and has eons in her memories...who is she? WHO IS SHE?' he thought his repressed memories driving his thoughts into a whirlwind. Then he heard his name said with the weight of the world in it and he stepped out of the shadows without a thought. He saw her unsurprised contemplating face and one small part of him whispered her name unable not to. Then she smirked and said Hello and that smirk stirred something in his mind but he pushed it away. He had to do his job so he shots her and with the simple act of seeing her fall from his hand his carefully built barrier broke. It was as if the sun had exploded within his mind a thousand years of memories and of carefully honed magic power came to him. The furniture exploded and fixed itself the TV gave off bright light and the clocks hands span. So many years of regrets and misery forced him to the floor. So there he sat crying like the child he had been many times over next to the familiar form of the true half of his world and watched the memories of every death and every victory flow past his eyes. This had been their first meeting in twenty years and he had shot her. They kept finding each other and every time one of them attacked the other and for the first time in eighty years he had killed her. Unable to bear the thought of him hurting her again he took the gun that killed her and holding her already cold hand he shot himself, smiling in the knowledge he would see her again soon. As the bang of the black gun echoed round the quiet house two black haired children cried at the light of their new world and the screeching blue eyed boy smiled.