The figure strutted through the shadows hastily. He knew it was not long before he would rule all of the kingdoms for miles around. The woods were black except for the slight lighting provided by the moon. The fog had rolled in, it seemed to thrive in the gloom. He quickened his pace, excited to give the news to the enchantress who was his key to power.
After what felt like an eternity he finally saw the large crevice where he was more than eager to reach. He quickened his pace further nearly sprinting as he entered the dark room.
A voice echoed from the darkness, tenderly as though speaking to a lover.
'Achan? Is that you,' the voice cooed.
'Yes, lady Morgana,' He whispered back.
The enchantress lit several candles around the room, despite the light it only seemed to make the room seem more intimidating as the shadows danced around the walls.
'I trust you bring me joyous tidings,' Morgana declared.
'Yes,' Replied Achan 'The Queen, Guinevere, is dead,' He spoke, with ecstasy in his voice.
'This is wonderful news! Arthur will mourn the loss of his dear wife and Camelot will be weak, this is our chance!' She cried in rapture.
'Yes, we capture Arthur and his allies will surely fall! We will rule a land greater than has ever been seen before!' He cried.
'In one week we shall strike we will take Arthur to the camp with the rest of the tools we have procured,'
'Indeed my lady, we will rule will conquer with our army more powerful than has ever been seen!' He exclaimed.
'Yes, dear Achan, but for now you must go, we have much work to do! Camelot will fall and we must be there to give rise to a grander kingdom!' She cried out.
'I will prepare a force to capture Arthur, I assume you will return to the camp, that would be for the best after all' He said but he knew from the look of rage it was the wrong thing to say. Her eyes lit up and she threw him back into the wall. He whimpered softly.
'You do not decide what is for the best! I do, and you never 'assume' what I will be doing, I have far more power than you. I could destroy you in a moment,' She bellowed.
'I am sorry, Lady Morgana,' He cried feeling weak.
'Beg,' She whispered.
'What?' He questioned cautiously.
'Beg for my forgiveness,' She growled.
'Please Lady Morgana, I only wish to rule the greatest Kingdom by your side, I wish to help you succeed so together we can create a Kingdom to destroy all Kingdoms, please lady Morgana, I will never question you again, I serve you as you wish!' He moaned.
'Better,' She smiled. 'Now I will return to the camp, you go set up your force, we shall reconvene at first light in six days, be ready for the capture.' She smiled before extinguishing the flames and stalking off into the night.
King Achan picked himself up and dusted himself off. She had left him alone in the dark. He had never felt so weak then when he served her but he continued to do so in the hope that she would make their enemies feel the same way.