Author's Note: This story takes place during Morgana and Arthur's youth (not that they're old now) probably when they were between the ages of twelve and fourteen. Hopefully, I captured some of Arthur's arrogance and Morgana's coolne-, er, cruelness. ;)
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There are some things that are specifically designed for rainy days. Chess is not one of them. Unfortunately, Morgana is under the delusion that it is. And, unfortunately, today I chose to humor her. It's not that I normally loose or anything it's just that-
"Checkmate!" Morgana announces cheerfully.
I narrow my eyes at the board. How did she manage that? I study the board carefully, and then come to my conclusion.
"You cheated." I announce and wait for Morgana to blush, apologize, and grudgingly put her pieces back. Or at least look slightly guilty at being caught in the act.
She laughs, instead. "No I didn't. Look." She replays the last several moves, smirking.
There's got to be an explanation. I study the board again, "You cheated earlier on, then." I look up at her, triumphant. I've got you now.
"Fine, then, a rematch."
"Fine, then." I begin setting my side up, "You do realize I'll be watching closely this time, right?"
She rolls her eyes, "Of course, Arthur, it's what any halfway decent player does normally."
I glare at her. She just insulted me! We'll see who's laughing at the end of the next round! Ha!
"Checkmate!"
I stare in disbelief. "I want a rematch!"
She smirks, "haven't you wounded your pride enough for one day?"
I glare. "Just set up the game."
Six matches later...
"You cheated!"
Morgana rolls her eyes. "Really, Arthur, stop being a baby."
"I. Am. Not. A. Baby!" I pick up a pillow and it throw it. It knocks her off her chair. Ha! I hope that hurt! She stands up her eyes glowing with anger. On second thought...I begin to run. I can hear her behind me. She'll never catch me! Especially once I'm outside! I tear around a corner and spy a door. I fling it open and rush out to freedom! There is a strange glubbing sound and I look down at the ground. The muddy, wet, ground. I realize I am rapidly sinking in the mud and yank myself out. I hear the door slamming behind me. When I turn and look, Morgana smirks at me through the window, and then turns and walks off. I look up at the sky just as a fresh downpour starts. Yes, there are somethings not designed for rainy days. Chess is definitely one of them...
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