This takes place in early season 2! No Gwen and Arthur love plot.


Her destiny was laid out decades before she was born.

All her choices and who she would become was long decided before she took her first breath. Every little detail of her life was written in a prophecy before she had a heartbeat in her mother's womb. Everything was planned by the will of the world itself. The world was in need of someone like her, so it created her. Simple as that. She wasn't a bizarre mixture of coincidences that happened to align at the correct moment. She was planned.

Ancient people revered her despite not actually knowing the woman herself. People painted and told stories to celebrate her; stories that she heard while she was growing up yet never realizing that it was her they spoke of. It gave the people tremendous relief to know that future generations would not endure the war and pain that they went through. The nonbelievers claimed that such a woman would never exist, and soon after the woman was seen as nothing more than a fictional character. The paintings became just paintings and the stories were just stories. Nothing more. They were no longer seen as a beacon of light to a bright future, but instead of small tales to entertain your children when they were bored.

Only one recognized her for who she was. That woman went by many names and had lived many years to see her with her own eyes. That woman took the responsibility of keeping her safe until she was old enough to begin her destiny. Only then when she would leave her side.

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Kali tried her best not to smile when she heard the two small children enter her tent. They weren't very sneaky even though the received their charm of swiftness yesterday. The two children covered their mouths to hide their giggles. Just as Madelena was about to poke Kali, she popped up and let out a terrifying roar. The two children immediately screamed back in surprise.

Chelsey tore open the entrance to the tent. She glared at the three with her piercing brown eyes. "What did you do, Kali? Murder them?" She jabbed a finger towards the two children, who weren't older than nine yet she treated them like common criminals. "And you two. Shut up unless you want me to put you in the stocks."

Kali raised an eyebrow. "The stocks? I'm sorry Chelsey, but you aren't in Fraver anymore. Plus, we don't have any stocks to put them into."

She sniffed the air with such poise that only came from a noble. No regular peasant was be able to copy the look of disdain and pride that Chelsey had. "Well, I can still set them in front of the target and let Jordyn throw knives at them. It gets the same point across." The woman glared menacingly at the inhabitants of the tent. "No more screams from any of you, now. You'll attract wild animals." Chelsey turned on her heels and walked back to her lover to practice throwing knives at a carved out target in an old oak tree.

Madelena and Abram smiled when Chelsey left. It was typical for her to blow up at other people like that, so no one felt discouraged because of her reprimand. They jumped to the sides of Kali. At the same time, they lifted their arms to show her the healing wound where their charms were inserted.

"Look, Kali! It's healing!" Madelena exclaimed. Her black curls bounced up and down to match her excitement.

Abram practically shoved his arm in Kali's face so that she can get a better look at the symbol. "Mom said in just a couple of days that it will look like the charm all you have!" He glanced down at the small charm on Kali's arm that is in the exact place at the children's were.

Kali hugged the twins. She showed them the rows of charms imbedded into the skin of her arms. Each one meant something different, such as luck or wisdom. By the time they reach twelve years old, the children would have half as many charms Kali has. "Soon you guys will have all these. Just you wait." Kali proudly told them.

Abram jabbed Kali in the side, a little harder than he meant to. He was getting stronger. "Ratka wanted to see you." His eyes lit up with wonder. "She has been scrying again. She said that it was very important and that you should go to her right away."

Madelena nodded. "And when Ratka says to do something, you do it."

Kali ushered the two off of her and out of the tent. "Tell Ratka that I will be out in a minute." The minute she closed the flap of the tent, she heard the two children yelling the news to Ratka like two wild banshees. Those children had so much energy to spare that they could run around from sunrise to sunset without needing to catch their breath.

She organized her tents with her extra cloaks on the left and blankets on the right. Kali exited the tent right as an arrow flew towards her neck. Her instincts took over. The woman's eyes flashed from her usual brown to bright gold. Luckily for her, the arrow stopped a mere inch from her neck. She looked up in surprise to see Christiane smirking triumphantly. Kali tried to smile back but her heart is beating too fast for her to do anything but breathe. With her magic she made the arrow fly right back at the shooter with as much speed as a bow would have. Christiane casually halted its movement with a flick of her hand.

"Next time, be faster. You let that arrow get way to close to you before you stopped it." Christiane told her. Kali just nodded, knowing that it would be useless to argue with her. She could say that she just woke up and her reflexes are slow or that she just wasn't expecting to be attacked out of the middle of nowhere, but Christiane would just tell her that those were lazy excuses.

Kali passed the dark-green colored tents until she reached only dark red tent which was much larger than the rest. It smelt strongly of smoke masked with incense. In the entrance Ratka hung multicolored beads, each with an odd symbol painted on it. In the center of the tent was a fire pit that was only used on cold nights. Many nights have been spent huddled in this tent as a snow storm raged outside. At the top was a vent to let smoke out. But other than that, the tent was bare-looking.

"Kali, please come in." An elderly voice croaked. Kali entered the tent to see Ratka huddled over a metal bowl filled to the brim with water. She mumbled several incoherent things under her breath, but Kali couldn't tell if it was a spell or a side-effect of Ratka's constant scrying. Seeing into the future many times caused all to go insane, with varying severities. Luckily for Ratka, she only suffered from random, un-connected words escaping her mouth or the occasional hallucinations. Others suffered much worse. Though, Ratka said that the reason for her mild side-effects from years of scrying was because she was already insane when she started to practice sorcery.

"Give me your hand." She commanded. Kali set her young hand in the older one. Ratka took a silver knife and pricked the end of Kali's finger. The drops of blood fell into the pool of water. Ratka mutters under her breath and leaned over the bowl of water for the inevitable vision. It swept on her like a small wave. She saw that it was near. Very near. If her bones weren't as frail and stiff as they were, Ratka would've danced for joy.

"What do you see?" Kali breathed out. Her eyes grew with curiosity. She reached her hand forward to touch the metal bowl also. Ratka smacked her hand away.

"Hush, child. It is not for you to know." Ratka patronized. She continued to dive further into the future until she saw everything she needed to know. Her time was almost up and another era was about to being. Ratka couldn't destroy everything by showing Kali the future too soon.

Kali sat down on the ground. She picked up a crystal that Ratka always kept by her bed. For years she had watched Ratka gaze into the crystal and see the future as clear as day. But when she looked into the crystal, all she saw was her own reflection.

Ratka groaned as she sank into the ground beside the young sorceress. She stared at Kali as she tried to force the crystal into showing her the future. The elderly woman covered Kali's hand with her own to help her see what she was always denied. "You force it. The future does not follow anyone's commands." Ratka told her wisely.

Kali sucked a deep breath. She tried her best to not force the future to come to her right then, but she couldn't help it. The not knowing and waiting irritated her. Even with Ratka's help, Kali wasn't able to see a vision. It was also the fact of losing all control that made it difficult for Kali to completely fall into the future.

"See? The future hates me!" Kali whined.

Ratka laughed. She brushed back a stray brown strand that escaped the tight braid on Kali's head. The elderly woman placed a hand under her chin so that Kali has to look at her. "The future doesn't hate you, my child. In fact, you seem to have a very good one."

"I just wish that I could see it." She groaned.

Ratka laughed again. "In time you will. That I promise." She stood back up on her rickety legs. She held out her hand to Kali who willingly takes it. "Come. There is an announcement I must make as I just needed your blood."

As Ratka led Kali out of the tent, she sneaked one last glance at the crystal. Kali swore she saw a flash of blonde hair and a red cloak.

Ratka gathered the entire Solargarde to the center of the camp. Everyone, including Madelena and Abram, were there. All of them patiently waited for what Ratka wanted to say to the sect. Kali sat next to Margie who was making butterflies of light materialize out of mid-air to entertain the children, and it was working. Madelena and Abram were enchanted with the butterflies even though they could've easily created them themselves. As Nizana would describe them, the children were easy to please.

"We are running low on food." Ratka announced solemnly. The children were too thin and Eva already suffered two fainting spells in the past week. "With the amount of money we were able to earn, three should go into town and buy food. Perhaps later in the week we will send several out for a hunt."

Oriold frowned deeply, causing the lines on her worn face to grow darker. "But the nearest city is Camelot, and half of us can't go there. We will be burned at the stake if we return."

Ratka nodded understandably. "That is why I believe that it would be best for Nizana, Kali, and Sarah to go into Camelot. They have never been there nor officially accused of sorcery. I have seen the future. This winter will be one of the worst there has been. It is also be best for us to temporarily join forces with the Druids until the spring."

Several groaned in disappointment. Both the Solargarde and Druids were two sects of magic users, but there was a clear difference between them. The Druids were a passive and peaceful group of people. The Solargarde, however, was always the most militant of the Five Sects. They were involved in many of the past wars, whether the two sides knew it or not. While the Druids would prefer to run from threats and make sure no lives were lost, the Solargarde preferred to fight and defend their sisters to the end. The only similarities between the two were that their members used magic, they were the only two surviving sects from the original five, and they were both slowly dying off.

Ratka held up her hands for silence. "The Druids are our magical brothers and sisters. They will aid us with food and knowledge of the area while we will aid them with defense. Two people will leave and look for their camp. They never are too far from Camelot."

Livia and Brandi volunteered.

Sarah rushed to Ratka's tent to grab a pouch of coins that they have worked tirelessly to earn. They hoped to have enough money to buy the children some chocolate or maybe some clothes for the upcoming winter, but that was being optimistic. After months of saving up, they only had enough money for a couple loaves of bread and meat at the best. All of the women knew that that wasn't going to be enough.

"What if we can't find the druids?" Jordyn asked. Chelsey grabbed her hand at the sound of worry in her voice.

Ratka folded her hands in front of her. "Then we move on until we find food. I will continue to scry for the guard activity in the area." She glanced down the line of women. Many years ago there were well more than forty women in the Solargarde. Now there were only twelve women, if you counted Eva who had just reached the age of initiation. All of these women were terrified for not for their own safety, but for the safety of their fellow Solargarde sisters. "Do not worry. If it comes to it, we will head for the Isle of the Blessed to seek out the help of the High Priestess."

Christiane's eyes grew wide. "But, there are no more High Priestess of the Old Religion, Ratka."

The elderly woman shook her head. Her eyes turned glassy with memories. "A new High Priestess has risen. I have seen it so. But I see no problems ahead of us at the moment. Sarah, Kali, Nizana, bring back food that will be able to last. The gods surely know that we will need it."

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Before they left, the trio were careful to hide the charms on their arms with layers of fabric as they were the trademark sign of a sister of the Solargarde. Lastly Nizana said goodbye to her children, Madelena and Abram, and the three left for the several mile walk to Camelot. They talked about meaningless things like a hole in their breeches that needed mending or the rain last night to hide how nervous they truly were. King Uther was known to show no mercy to any that possessed magical abilities. Any sign that a person was magical meant that they were executed as soon as possible. None of them wanted to be executed, so they made a silent pact to not use magic for anything within the borders of Camelot. It was safer that way.

The tall walls of Camelot came into their vision after what seemed like hours of walking. They strolled through a heavily guarded gate. Not soon after, they found themselves in the bustling market. Vendors lined the streets selling goods such as flowers or fresh bread. It was nothing like the three had ever seen. All three of them grew up in small villages where the market consisted of one man selling vegetables out of the back of a wagon. During their travels with the Solargarde, they experienced bigger cities than they ever imagined. But none of the cities compared to Camelot.

Nizana smiled at a vendor who was selling fresh bread. "We should get a couple of loaves of bread. Ratka and the others will be overjoyed to have non-stale bread for once."

Sarah strolled over to the vendor and bought several loaves of bread. When she came back, they realized that they spent almost half of the money just on the two loaves despite Sarah's heavy bargaining.

"Maybe we can get some salted meats. That will definitely last us and it's relatively cheap." Kali suggested.

The three began their quest to find a butcher to feed their family. It was a lot harder than they originally thought because of how crowded the streets were. There were close to zero signs that told the people what was sold, but that was expected considering that a majority of peasants were illiterate. Finally they found a butcher and bought as much meat as they could with the money they had. The empty pouch felt too light. All their savings were spent in less than an hour.

Nizana glared at the busy street then pointed down a less crowded one. "There's a short-cut. It's be easier than trying to get through this crowd. Who knew that there were this many people in Camelot?"

Kali snorted. "I surely didn't. I didn't think that this many people could live in the same place without it bursting."

Sarah led the way down the eerily empty street. She stopped suddenly. Her dark eyes scan the even darker shadows of the alley. Sarah could've sworn that she saw someone move and the familiar glint of a knife.

Kali placed a hand on her shoulder, causing the young sorceress to jump. "What's wrong, Sarah?" She asked quietly.

Sarah didn't need to answer because right as the words left her mouth, a man popped out of the shadows. He twirled a sharp knife in his hand. He was missing several teeth and his clothes were torn. There were many cuts on his arms from the street fight that he got in just days ago over a couple of coins. This man was desperate for money. And if he had to cut a few women to eat, then he was willing to do it.

He gave them a toothy grin. "Hand me over all the money ya' got and there won't be any trouble."

The women reached for their knives hidden in their bodices. Nizana straightened her back. "We'll scream if you try anything." Her eyes blazed with a maternal instinct to protect the two girls.

The man chuckled, but it sounded hoarse and cracky. "Won't matter. Nobody can hear ya. Now just hand it over and I'll leave you women alone." He held up the knife in his hand to show them his leverage over what he assumed as unarmed women. Little did he know that they possessed a weapon much more powerful than a simple dagger.

"Get away from us." Kali threatened. Her hands twitched to show him what a true knife looked like.

He frowned. With a swift movement, he brought his knife against Sarah's neck. "Maybe ya' just need an incentive." He mutters.

A deep instinct to protect her nonbiological family took over Kali. She didn't even get a chance to truly think about it. She just reacted. Her eyes flashed a bright gold and the man cried out in pain. His head was in the middle of a mental stampede. He grabbed at his skull to make the pounding stop. Nizana and Sarah broke Kali out of her magic-induced trance by dragging her away from the man. The minute her concentration was dropped, they could hear the man screams of pain transform into cries of sorcery

The three ran down the streets as fast as they could, completely forgetting about the bread and meat they dropped when they were attacked. They made sure to stay away from the streets where the guards were, but they were slowly being trapped. Camelot had a lot of experience with finding sorcerers, whether they truly had magic or not. The guards and people worked like a well oiled machine. People headed to their homes and stayed until the guards questioned them or a few hours passed by. The guards patrolled the streets and looked for anyone suspicious until the sorcerer was found. It was only a matter of time before a guard noticed that they were out of place.

They leaned against a wall to catch their breath, but they didn't rest for long. The footsteps of the guards were becoming louder and louder.

"Stop!" A man yelled. This only made the trio run faster, confirming the suspicions of the guards.

A group of men appeared on the opposite end of the street, effectively trapping the three for their imminent arrest.

Kali grabbed the hands of the two women. "I'm so sorry." She whispered. Her heart wrenched with agony. They would be executed because she couldn't think something through properly. She exposed their magic and condemned them all to a painful death.

Nizana and Sarah shook their heads. Sarah tried her best to give Kali a reassuring smile. "I would've done the same thing. I probably would've killed him if it meant protecting my Solargarde sisters."

They three hugged each other as the guards closed in, knowing that each one of them would've killed that man without batting an eye. Their loyalty for the Solargarde was incredibly intense. Even as the guards dragged each of them towards the castle, they all knew that if they were to die, it would be as a loyal member of the Solargarde, and they didn't regret that for a second.

They would happily burn on the stake for their fellow Solargarde sisters.


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