Story dedicated to: Adelina Le Morte March. Image rights goes to hellcobra on Deivantart.
Inspiration: Anybody notice how Nimueh, Morgause, and Morgana even though they are High Priestess of the Old Religion, The Druids prefer to follow Merlin. Also, I don't think they would take too kindly to Morgana after she killed a High Priest and opened the gates to the Otherworld during Samhien.
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Morgan was mad. Furious would be a better term for it. There where a number of reason's why she was so angry. One was that it had been raining heavily since they started the journey north. Mordred was with her, of course. He was her bodyguard, not that she needed one.
It had been raining for 5 days straight. The path was muddy and slippery, streams raced by and some had overflowed their banks. Often Mordred and Morgana waded waist deep in the rushing current. Morgana was still a powerful witch, yet her power was depleted. It had been a month since the Disir had called Morgana to their cave.
(One Month Ago)
The Disir had called a meeting of the Old Religion. All the surviving High Priests and Priestess were called to attend. The Triple Goddesses had decided to judge all of them. "Corruption is in the air." The Disir had spoken in their strange three toned voice. "Surly you have all felt the threat of darkness engulfing the land." The ones that had come from the northern lands nodded. "The balance of light and dark has been upset and the scales tip to Darkness." "Long have we been peaceful people, dutiful in worship to our gods."
"Yet, one of you has deserted the tradition of peace and now follows the way of the Two Traitors, Nimueh and Morgause." The circle of Druids fell silent. The penalty for breaking the code of worship was death or being banished. Morgana tried to sneak away, she had heard that the Disir had the power to take away the rank of High Priestess and all the power that title gave her. The Disir shouted "ástyntan!"
Morgana became still as a statue. "The Triple Goddesses charge you Morgana Pendragon, with corruption." A miniature storm appeared whirling with gusts of wind. "The Goddesses take away your title and all the power it pertains." The essence of the power of the High Priestess left her, leaving her as magically weak as Uthur's ward. "You are banished from all the domains of the Faith, under pain of death." The Disir raised their staffs. Mordred had been outside the cave and had heard the sentence. "Morgana!" Mordred came charging at the Disir. One pushed away with her hand and Mordred was caught up in the spell along with Morgana. As one, they stuck the floor of the rock cave with their staffs. The winds carried them outside the cave then rose to a shriek of wind as it carried them away.
"Now we must chose another High Priestess to take her place." One of the druids spoke, "Morgana was called The Last Priestess, surely there can't be another." The Disir spoke evenly. "Dark days are coming and fate has turned, but we will survive, as we have always done." The gathering of druids nodded. "The gods of the faith have sat in council over the past week debating the matter of a new High Priestess and now have agreement." None of the Druids spoke, for the Disir were the highest court of the Old Religion. "The Chosen Priestess will be equal to Emrys in his power and is one with the land." The Council of the Old Religion bowed. "The Disir have spoken, so it shall be done." The Council filed out some leaving in a cloud.
(Fade out)
"In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young man. His name...Merlin." -The Great Dragon.
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