An OC fic.
Pairing as of yet undecided. Other than Arwen, obviously :P.
Will be told from multiple POV's, not just my OC's.
Hope you enjoy! :D
Disclaimer: I only own Zane and my plot elements.
Prologue: Towers Cannot Hold Me
Zane sat with her back to a wall, desperately trying to catch her breath. Nothing was working! Her desperate scramble through the fortress was yielding fruitless results; her pursuers were still on her trail. As the redhead gulped desperately for air, she looked up and down the corridor. To her dismay, in the short respite she'd taken, it sounded that they were coming upon her from all sides. She could easily discern the shouting of the woman in command raging, getting closer, the words clearer.
Zane cast her eyes about again and finally noticed a window. She could see that for once, the sky was clear, and it seemed snowless clouds beckoned mockingly to her in all their airy freedom. The window was narrow, but as she stared at it, comparing it to her malnourished size, fitting through it seemed possible. Realizing this, Zane knew her freedom was close. She could almost taste it.
Her revelry abruptly shattered, as the footfalls crescendoed to a near deafening clamor of boots and jostling armor. Zane knew it was time as she began seeing her pursuers' shadows casting round the corners of the corridor where she stood. They would be there in seconds. With no more time to debate her choice, the young woman wriggled though and dove out the window, squinting her eyes shut in fear as she fell. Zane prayed the impact, on the snow-covered ground, 3 stories below wouldn't kill her. Her short-cropped red hair blew back from her face like a mini fiery halo as she fell. It as the last glimpse anyone could've caught, before she was suddenly surrounded by and vanished in a flash of blue light.
In her place, there was now a red-hawk that beat its wings frantically in surprise at the change.
I can fly? Zane thought to herself. I can fly! And screeching with joy, she flapped her new wings, and began devouring distances over the snowy white expanse that surrounded the fortress. She was heading south, her internal compass guiding, thanks to the new form.
To the south was home… and salvation.
The young woman, Zane, was but a mere dot in the sky when her chasers finally collided in front of the window she'd escaped through. Their leader, a woman with bottomless, dead, evil eyes, growled in fury at the unacceptable failure. She struck down a hapless soldier behind her with a harsh curse and a gold flash in her eyes out of spite in her fit. The man's spared comrades silenced immediately, prying she was done for now. More curses were muttered, though magicless ones, falling in a continuous stream from her ruby lips.
The girl somehow figured out her powers. Morgana thought, and realized she was running shorter on time than originally hoped.
There were no other options now. She would have to quickly find and reclaim the lass before the deadline. If, no when, she had achieved everything, Camelot would finally be hers.
And Arthur and his skanky Queen will be maggot lunch. The sorceress giggled gleefully at this thought, and, after killing a few more men as an example that failure was intolerable, she all but skipped back to her chambers to begin the next phase of her plan.