The Price for Acceptance
Characters: Mordred/Morgana
There was a tension in the air that ripped through Mordred's being. Morgana had been in a strange mood during the day, as though she was planning something. He had already found out to his cost, that she would keep things to herself. Sometimes it annoyed him, surely she trusted him by now? As the tension increased, and the dark began to creep its way into each corner of the room, he had the feeling it was all about to become clear.
As he stood by Morgana's chair, feeling every inch her protector; he became aware of a figure who was pushed in through the door. The man had no hair, he was dressed mostly in black. He looked in awe of facing Morgana and fear etched in his eyes, but beyond that and instinctively Mordred knew he was a fellow sorcerer. Some thing about the way he held himself, a man who was use to walking in the shadows, just as Mordred did. All of a sudden Mordred felt for him, as he looked at Morgana through the corner of his eye, he knew this man had been called here for a reason, and knowing Morgana it would not be a happy one.
Morgana took to the stage the way she always did, whenever she had a point to make. Something made Mordred want to look away, and yet he was unable to do so. So he watched the grisly spectelce unfurl, he watched a fellow sorcerer having his magic, stolen from him.
As he watched his mistress throughout the gastly charade, he struggled to wonder where the beautiful compassionate woman had gone to. As he watched the innocent man having his magic stripped from him, and then be humiliated on top of it, for a second he closed his eyes and wondered if this was really worth it? Was this what he'd left Camelot for? Was this really necessary for him to gain acceptance, to have to be a part of something so cruel and heartless? Question after question filled his mind, as he stood there watching the man.
There had been a few times, as he'd watched Morgana, he'd had to bite his lip, to stop himself questioning her reason for doing something. But this was so pointless to him, he knew he had to say what he was thinking, he could not let this incident go without speaking his mind. Sometimes a point had to be made, even to Morgana. The compassion he still had in his heart and mind, insisted on it. He could not allow himself to become the same bitter creature that Morgana was. He loved her dearly, but he still struggled with the lack of humanity that she seemed to have.
"He was a loyal soldier, and robbing him of his magic you've lost yourself a powerful ally." he said, facing Morgana determined to make a point.
There was no regret from Morgana though, in fact if anything she looked satisified.
"Perhaps." she acknowledged. "But now we know the war can be won. As Arthur is nothing without Emrys, and Emrys is nothing with his magic."
Suddenly it all made sense to Mordred, as he stood there and took in her words. Though even now he shuddered at what the poor man had been put through, in that moment he realised they had indeed uncovered their best chance of bringing Camelot down.
This was indeed the way to make Emrys pay, not for the first time, he wondered if he had the courage to go all the way. Suddenly he realised his destiny was approaching and he would have to decide, once and for all if he could embrace it.
