Bit of an author's note:

This is set in my AU. It is a seperate story and won't ruin or spoil any of the others so if you haven't read those you probably will be okay to follow this. But, keep in mind that this is AU, and that the characters are darker and more serious. If they weren't it wouldn't blend in with the main story arc now would they? 8) Okay. I'll shut up now.

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-Chapter One-
The Birth

The day the child was born was just like any other to those unaware, but to those anticipating birth, it was a tense day. The sun was far from brilliant, the air was not a gale or laced with biting wind, and there were indeed clouds in the sky. So long had they wanted a child but were cursed by infertility and a devastating still birth. He still remembered the small creature that would never know the sensation of air passing in and out of it's lungs, never get to see the people who had hoped so hard for him. His son was buried for a year now. Even now as his wife was in labor he feverishly paced, full of doubt and sick with worry. The day a new Macabre came into the world had escaped him for so long, he was terrified something would go a miss.

Moloculo Macabre wanted nothing more than to give Ambrosia all she ever wanted and her heart craved a baby. A more wonderful and beautiful woman he'd never known. By some wonderful twist of fate she had become his, their child would know love like no other. The two finest magic users of their year at Eldritch Academy would certainly have an enormously gifted child. He stopped his preoccupied pacing to ponder the possibilities. Why, with their combined power, his son would become the greatest wizard the world had ever known! Or daughter, his mind corrected him, as he wrung his gaunt, green feathered hands together. The distant door opened and the nurse came slowly over to him. A sad slow march he had seen crush his dreams presented it self to him again. The look in her eyes, along with silence, told him more than words. A still birth again. Weakly, he sat before she had a chance to speak.

"Lord Macabre, I am terribly sorry…"

"Does Ambrosia know?"

"Yes, she asked to be alone with the baby girl…"

A girl, he had been robbed of a daughter this time. He put his head in his hands with a heartbroken sigh. She had been devastated by the first loss, now after he had foolishly assured her everything would be fine she had to endure the sadness again. He couldn't bear to think of her weeping the way she had; now it all would repeat itself in so short a time. A shrill noise tore through the castle and he was ripped from his thoughts to spring to his feet. An infant's cries sang on from the room beyond. He dashed across the hall, the nursemaid on his heels, and came upon the most beautiful sight. Ambrosia, weak and weary, held the wailing bundle in her arms with a loving smile. He felt his despair die as she raised her vibrant green eyes to him, her silken dark brown hair falling gently about her shoulders.

"Quiet now my darling,.." She cooed to the white feathered little duckling. "… and say hello to your Daddy."

He approached carefully, certain if he blinked or stumbled he'd be childless again. He knelt beside the bed and took in the little figure with his undead eyes. Under the gaze of his mismatched black eye and solid red eye, the shrieking stopped, a tiny hand swatted the air aiming for nothing.

"Here she is Moloculo…" Whispered the voice of the only woman he'd ever loved. "Our daughter has finally come to us."

The infant opened its new eyes only a crack but the emerald could not be ignored.

"She has your eyes my dear." He smiled.

She was a beautiful child, one not cursed with the Macabre's ghoulishness in appearance. He had no doubt she would grow to be as beautiful as her mother.

"A miracle has brought the child back." Proclaimed the nurse, her eyes soggy. "What will this wonder be called?"

He blinked; they had, of course, discussed names. Mildred was among their favorites for daughters, along with Willow and Circe. Looking at this little person now, it was clear that none of those names suited her. His mind drew a blank as he stared at the perfect little bundle; he had no name that was fitting.

"Morgana." Said a gentle voice. He looked at his wife who was smiling at their baby. "Morgana is her name, unless you can find fault with it darling." Ambrosia smiled at him. He ran a few fingers through her hair.

"Morgana Macabre she will be."

Had he not been so happy, he might have noticed the weakness in Ambrosia's eyes, the lingering strange magic that still hung in the air. However, these were undetected in the face of love.

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Moloculo Macabre and Morgana Macabre are © Disney
Ambrosia is mine.
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Well, here we have the beginning (the VERY beginning) of Morgana's backstory. I had hoped to post this around the same time as Trials of the Hero but that fic has just stopped being difficult and has allowed me to start writing it. (Hurrah!) So hopefully finding out about my AU Morgana will keep you interested long enough for me to get a good chunk of the main event written. Expect to see Chapter Two soon and thanks for reading!