Chapter one;
Arthur fixed morganas cloak, as she sits upon the great, white mare. "You're sure you will be alright, Morgana" He asks with concern. She smiles grabbing the reins in her delicate hands. "You worry too much Arthur. Besides I have Gwen". Arthur flashes a smile at Gwen who was mounted upon the bay horse. "You worry too much Arthur" She smiles. Arthur could not help but smile at the brown eyed woman. He moved toward her horse and rubbed his hand through the mare's mane. "You will take good care my love. Promise me?" She nods at Arthur and replies; "Of course, now take care my king". He stretches up on his tippy toes, and plants a kiss upon her cheek. Morgana passes them out with a smile. "Are you coming Gwen? We have a long journey ahead" she smiled watching the pair bid farewell. Morgana always wondered about love. She had knights from everywhere about the land shower her with gifts, affection, marriage proposals, dresses, jewellery and flowers .But she wanted a man to respect her and love her for who she is. Gwen came trotting behind Morgana a few moments later. "Sorry my lady" She apologises. "It's alright Gwen. It's been awhile since we've gone on a ride-just the two of us". "Where to my lady, Arthur said to try and avoid the path to the forest of Essetir"
"Why?!" Morgana exclaimed. Gwen looked at Morgana with a surprised look. "It's Bandit season Morgana, also it's the first day of the sorcerer's calendar". Morgana raised her eyebrows at the brown haired girl. "Live a little Gwen. A girl has to have a little fun". Gwen shook her head her curls bouncing slightly. "My Lady if you can't go. If you do I must return."
"Well, I shall take the trail to Essetir and you can take the trail through the forest. There's a secret trail along the ridge of Camelot, I shall meet you there in an hour". Gwen looks around her making sure no one is around. "Morgana I am not sure". She clicks her horse forward and canters down the dusty path. "MORGANA!" Gwen screams.
Morgana lets out a loud, hearty laugh as she canters onward. Splashes of water covers her cloak as she rides through the stream, which marks the end of Camelot's border. Closing her eyes she allows the wind to blow on her face. She pulls back on the reins tightly as she comes to the end of the track. The horse whinnies in response throwing back his head. "Whoa, Blythe" Morgana said softly patting her neck. The sound of twigs crackling filled her ears. Blythe danced slightly on the spot. "My goodness, if it isn't the Lady Morgana" A deep voice said. Morgana reached for the blade against her leg but a sword pressed tightly against her neck. "You will be good for entertainment" He grinned. He was small with a baggy pair of breeches and a sheep skinned tunic. "Alone in the woods are we? How dangerous. Your maid seemed to know where we wound find you" "No. Gwen would not tell you a word". He chuckled watching Morganas frightened expression. "Dismount, Morgana". "No!" She exclaims. He raised his fist and punched her right across her face, knocking her clean off her mount. The white mare reared high into the air. "Blythe" Morgana said telepathically. The mare shook her head and galloped away.
A few miles away…..
"Merlin pass the wine please" Freya said sweetly passing her goblet to Merlin. He filled the goblet with sweet red wine to the brim. She takes the goblet from his hand and sips a drop of wine. "It is….sweet" She squirms. "Oh god, too sweet is it? Gwaine told me it was the best!". Freya giggled at the thought of the charming knight. "It's a lovely thought thank you". "Merlin….MERLIN" A voice hissed. "Ouch!" Merlin yelped holding his head. "Merlin….Can you hear me are you alright?" Freya asked resting a hand on his shoulder. A white mare galloped out from the bushes and trees. "Blythe" Merlin sighed. Merlin's eyes flashed gold as he mumbled a relaxation spell. "It's alright I won't harm you" Merlin said softly, arms outstretched. Blythe panted heavily as she watched Merlin draw closer. He held her reins as he stroked her neck. "Morgana" He breathed. He would notice the tack from anywhere along with the size and breed of the horse. Merlin knew Blythe was Morganas favourite horse. When Merlin and Morgana were friends they would talk about Morganas childhood and how her mother gave her Blythe as a three year old. Those were the days before everything crumbled and smashed to pieces. "Merlin did you say Morgana?". He shuts his eyes, her name more like a prayer than a curse.
"Merlin she is the reason why you almost died"
"She's also the reason why I am still alive" He snapped. She looks at him her eyes filled with hope and joy. "I may hate her, but I must save her, For Camelot".
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