Around the city of Camelot, the adventures of 25-year-old King Arthur had spread throughout the land. His act of taking the Sword out of the Stone, his relation to the great Uther Pendragon, his great adventures with his Knights and the Excalibur that he got from the Lady of the Lake, and of course…
Defeating me with the power of friendship.
"RAHHH! I CANNOT JUST MOVE ON!" I shout, scratching my scalp like crazy. If you do not know who I am, I am Morgan. Morgan Le Fay, great enchantress, sorceress, and seductress. I have many tales of my own, but I cannot forget how King Arthur managed to defeat me. Tch, calling the Knights his 'closest friends'. That is just cliché! And now, he tasks me with being the mediator between worlds?! Who does he think he is, a hotshot!?
"Hey, Morgan, what are you blabbering about over there?" Ah!
"Ahaha, hey Lancelot…"
The blonde man in armor in front of me is 24-year-old Sir Lancelot of the Round Table. He is one of those Knights that Arthur calls friends. Oh, he is so handsome! I wish I could marry a man like him…
"Uh, Morgan, could you… Hmmm…?" Lancelot said, raising his hand and putting it over his chest. Ah! I've been jiggling, uh, I mean fantasizing about us again. I then change the tone of my voice, "What is it, Lancelot?"
"You seemed… off. Still thinking how we defeated you?" Lancelot said, sitting beside me.
"Ugh… please do not remind me…"
"Ahaha… I hit the bullseye. It was your own fault though. Going bat-hell crazy with power… We had to protect England."
"Ugh… yes, yes…"
Lancelot then directed his eyes on a cross that is on the wall. "But it is unthinkable that Arthur would just let you be the otherworldly mediator, because… he would need to REALLY trust you," he mentioned. He is right, this is quite unthinkable.
"Do you think I may have charmed him? Hehe…"
"No, that is not it…"
He continued, "He really loves Queen Guinevere, so that is impossible. But, in my opinion, he thinks that there is still hope that you would change."
I retort, "Nah, old habits die hard."
"Haha, that is true. But…" he stands up. He holds out his hand to me. "I do believe you will change…" he said with a heartwarming smile.
What he said struck my heartstrings. The man I fell for. EH?! I cover my reddened face with my hands. "You okay, Morgan?"
Managing to keep my cool, I answer, "Yes, Lancelot," and took his hand while blushing a little.
"Ooohhh… LancelotxMorgan, I ship it! Ahaha!" a voice then called out. I know that stupid voice anywhere.
"You guys doing okay?" Here comes Mister Showoff, Arthur Pendragon. I roll my eyes, "What is it, 'King'?"
"Woah, Morgan, slow down with your sarcasm… Guinevere does not like it."
And I look at the woman beside Arthur. Guinevere seems to be giving me a cold stare. "Ohoho! Jealous?" I jiggle my breasts. Lancelot facepalmed, Arthur dropped on the floor laughing like a psycho, and Guinevere tapped her flat chest. "Oh, do not worry, Guinevere… You will bloom. Eventually," Arthur (tried to) comfort Guinevere by standing up, wiping a tear, and tapping her back.
"Shut up, Arthur!" She shouted, punching his husband's face, throwing him to the other side of the Waypoint Chamber. "She is still a roughneck, as I can see… Haha…" he said, with a demolished face.
"What do you want, Arthur?"
Arthur then dusted off his clothes, "How is my favorite half-sister?"
"'Favorite' my fists!"
"Okay, on a serious note, how is the Waypoint doing?"
I look back to the Waypoint. The Waypoint is a mysterious blue ray under Camelot's castle. It is still unknown if this is the doing of magic or not, but apparently, Arthur said that it took him to many places beyond this world. He calls them 'dimensions' or 'realms'. And I'm designated with the task of guarding this unusual phenomenon. Actually, this job is B-O-R-I-N-G. Ugh.
"That is great then! I want it to be safe… since the Sorcerer's about to invade this very castle…"
"Sorcerer?"
The Sorcerer was once my partner in crime, now his whereabouts are unknown. He has deep resent over Arthur for an unknown reason. That is why I would fight with him whenever Arthur is involved. (Do NOT tell Arthur this. Yes, I care about my half-brother, so what?)
"We can have Chian help us…" Chian?
"I do not know, Guinevere… Is Gamindustri even an escape option?" Gamindustri?
"Wait, what are you two blabbering about?" I just spoke out. They both looked at me.
"…You do not plan to kill us through the Sorcerer, right?"
"What?! I had severed ties with that fool!" I said back. "Hey, hey. I do not believe Morgan would do that. She has been with us for a year now, remember?"
"*sigh* You might be right, Lancelot. But, I am keeping an eye on you, Morgan…" Arthur said, giving me a stare. I shudder. Then, both Arthur and Guinevere walked off. Lancelot looked back, "I believe you…" he whispered. Well, at least someone believes me.
I am just misunderstood. The boys I had fell for never accepted me for who I am. That is why I just blow off my anger at many things. Idiotic boys like Arthur and rich princesses like Guinevere would not understand. I do not know if Lancelot believes me, and accepts me for who I am. But, he makes me feel light. Whenever he looks at me with that comforting smile of his makes me want to just speak my feelings to him. But… I am not so sure if we will ever stay the same way if that would happen.
But now… I am interested in this… Gamindustri. Is that one of the many worlds Arthur came across? Or was he just bluffing? What if the thing about the Sorcerer is real? I cannot just let myself get killed! *inhale* *exhale* Okay! That is it!
Going to my quarters, I take my journal, which contains my memoirs, my stories, my feelings. I don my favorite magical cloak, which would appear to be an elegant dress. And as I was about to walk out to the Waypoint Chamber…
"Hey, Morgan…" someone put his hand on my shoulder. It was 26-year-old Merlin, and with him is a young boy. All I know of him is that his name is Grant Cornelius Axlrod, he is the younger brother of Young Knight Sir Lance Axlrod of Riverton, and that it is a fact that he is the protégé of Merlin.
"Looking quite fancy, eh? Where are you going?"
"Uh… Merlin, do you know?"
His eyes then changed emotion and whispered, "About the Sorcerer, yes. That is why I am planning to send Grant back to Riverton…"
"I just… gotta be ready. He might come out of the Waypoint if he could…"
"I guess you are right. Well, what is the journal for, then?"
I then blush, "THAT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"
"Aww… let me see…"
Ugh, Merlin is… quite nosy. Whenever he sights a journal, a diary, or any book you can imagine, he would go out of his way to read it. BUT I CANNOT LET HIM! I HAD WRITTEN JUNK ABOUT LANCELOT HERE!
"Noooo!" I ran away. I know that my getaway startled the boy a little bit, but I did not pay attention to that. Anyway…
Back at the Waypoint. I look at it with a stern expression. I do not know what is on the other side. I do not even know if I will end up in this 'Gamindustri'. But I know this…
I am interested at something for the first time in my life. Okay. You can do this, Morgan. You are Morgan Le Fay, enchantress, sorceress, and seductress! You can achieve anything! Okay! Here I go, Gamindustri!
"aaaaaaAAAAAAAAA…."
MORGAN LE FAY's Guide to Gamindustri - Prolouge