Hello dears!
I'm in the process of posting on here stories that I have already posted on Tumblr and AO3 (see my profile for the links)! For tonight I'm just posting the Prologue, but know that I have already written and posted 7 other chapters for this story on Tumblr and AO3~~!
IMPORTANT: There is, on Tumblr and AO3, a short 'story' called Explanation. I can't post it here because it is more of a long AN than a real chapter, and posting things like that are not allowed. It is however important to read Explanation, because all my BBC Merlin stories (except if I state otherwise) don't follow the exact Canon of the show. Reading Explanation let you know the whole backround behind the story so you don't feel yourself confused.
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur.
The Divine Battle.
Prologue
Morgana let a small smirk smile cross her face as a gentle breeze blew through her black strands. For her, the last High Priestess of the Old Religion, the Isle of the Blessed was a calming place. The ancient magic sang through the air, welcoming one of its servants. The lady opened her eyes-realizing she had closed them in bliss-and settled her gaze on the altar.
After weeks of research, she had finally found a spell that could turn the tide. After months of trying to take the throne, of being thwarted by Emrys, Morgana could finally throw Camelot in an era of Magic-with her as the rightful Queen.
Morgana took the last steps needed, placing herself right in front of the altar. Breathing in and out slowly, she went down to her knees. The blood painting a sort of pentagram around her and the altar shimmered-magic already starting to course around her.
Morgana's lips parted, chanting a forsaken spell. The very air shivered as the most ancient of magic swirled in the area. The words echoed in the desolated place, calling. Her heart hoping to be heard.
The sky darkened, and a sudden whirlwind forced Morgana to stop. Her eyes opened, wide with almost childish delight. It had worked. They had come to her.
In the center of the whirlwind, three forms could be seen. Morgana trembled, then slowly stood up. Her gaze never left the three forms as the whirlwind died down. Shivers ran down the human woman's spine as three women were revealed-identical with their long pitch dark hairs and blood red eyes.
Their mouth opened, and they spoke as one. "Morgana Pendragon, we the Triple Goddess accept to give you our help. Magic shall be brought back to Albion, and you will serve us to achieve this goal. Only then will we place you at the throne of our magical kingdom."
Two sets of narrowed eyes watched the scene unfold with deep annoyance.
"Arrogant fools!" A deep male voice thundered in fury.
"We have to act." A soothing female voice placated the male-not without an underlying tone of wrath. "These traitors to true Magic have chosen the Witch Morgana; we will choose Emrys."
To be continued…
