Transferred this story to my new account, it's still me and this will be the version that gets updated.
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The Escape
Morgana had been walking for many days now; she had no idea where her destination was only knew she had to get away from Camelot, from Uther.
She had became very distant from him since her had learnt the truth about her parentage.
He had lied to her for long enough so she had decided to confront him.
She had never seen him so angry before, none of his previous rages at her had been this bad.
She now feared him, the man she had respected, and the man she was proud to call her guardian from a very young age.
He took all of his anger over how she had found out on her rather than bothering to find out who told her.
He locked her up in the dungeons for a few days and threatened that if she told anyone, especially Arthur, that she would be publically executed for treason.
He would not stand for a scratch upon the name: Pendragon.
One night she got the aid of her new serving maid Joan.
Who had replaced Gwen after she had been banished from the city because Uther believed that she was trying to seduce his son, in which a matter of speaking was actually correct, apart from they were genuinely in love and returned each other affections.
It was Joan's job to get hold of Uther's key and make a clay print so that Camelot's blacksmith could make a double for Morgana to use.
Her plan was to wait until after the curfew was in place, then use the sewage tunnels that linked onto the dungeons and lead all the way out past the city walls in the direction of the western lands.
It was also Joan's duty to her new lady that she supplied all the food and fresh water that Morgana could possibly need before she came across a distant town or village to restock.
She waited until after it was dark before she slipped out of her chambers.
It was easy for her to slip past the guards.
It was true enough they were well trained and skilful in combat, however they were also quite thick and unobservant.
It was not long before she was out of the tunnels and into the nearby woodland.
The night was cold but she wore her favourite green cloak that seemed to engulf her frail body.
She knew that in order to succeed in her escape she would have to steer clear of the roads and paths.
She also had to stay away from all towns and villages that anyone could possibly recognise her otherwise the game would be up.
Morgana's clothing was not best suited for scrambling round in the forest.
She hoisted her dress up to her knees.
She wanted to change into her training gear that Joan had packed for her but she knew that she had to keep moving, also the dress would be harder for her to carry as it would not fit in her bag; she could not just discard it because if it was found she could easily be tracked.
She had never been west before, nor had she heard of any Kingdoms in that direction, only of the great amount of unexplored forest and beyond that a large mountain range called the Iron Hills.
Nobody knows how the name came about, it has been guessed that is the name the witches and wizards of old called them.
It is also guessed that is where many of them fled to during the great purge.
Uther refused to send men after them; he believed that the barren wasteland and the combined lack of communication and society would soon kill them all.
He soon believed himself to be correct as none of them were ever seen or heard from again.
So this way, west, was where Morgana was headed filled with hope that Uther would not follow her at least not in the time it would take her to get up into the Iron Hills.
She had been walking for many days and she was starting to run very low on food so was not eating properly to try and preserve what little she had left.
She now believed she was far enough away to get rid of the dress, but she burnt it anyway just to be sure.
Her only bit of motivation was that with everyday that passed the mountains always seemed a little bit closer than before.
It was on her 8th day from Camelot that she finally exited the forest; when she came to a vast stretch of grassland.
The mountains were not how she expected them to be.
She thought the landscape would have been horizon to horizon of peaks however it was only a small condensed collection of mountains, and instead of climb them she thought her best chance was to go round them, and heading north seemed like the easier route.
The path was very dangerous with many obstacles for her to clamber over then sudden cracks in the earth that looked miles deep for her to avoid.
It was made more difficult for her considering the fact she was extremely weak from the lack of food; but always managed to find the strength to get up, collect her things and continue walking until the sun went down.
By her 14th day out of Camelot she was walking at a very slow pace but had go well by the Iron Hills and had passed another mountain that stood totally alone and she was beginning to become very ill.
She had almost come to a complete stop when every bone in her body felt like at any moment could just shatter.
There looked to be another forest ahead of her she headed for it in hope she would find a fresh water source as the water she carried had became stagnant.
She kept breaking out into cold sweats and her walking were even more irregular she spent more time now resting, but was still very determined to keep moving.
Just as she was entering the forest a sweat took her she staggered towards a tree and lent on it until she had gained enough strength to make it to the next one.
Suddenly her legs gave out from under her and she hit the floor with a soft thump.
Just before she lost all consciousness she saw an ominous figure that was slightly glowing a pale milky colour heading towards her.
Her mind had gone black before she had time to register that it was real, however her heart told her that it was an angel taking her to heaven, but it was too late her body was limp but she felt safe and protected.