So here it is – the sequel to "Morgana's Revenge"! If y'all had any idea how much trouble this story has been, you might better understand how much of a miracle it is that it's up this soon after the end of the last one. Okay, not SO soon, but still. I think I did a pretty good job. I hope you enjoy it! It's full of exciting things and... I guess I shouldn't tell you that.
Plot: It has been five years since Morgana left Camelot. She has heard nothing of the city or its residents in the meantime, and has instead focused on raising her children and creating a sanctuary for those who have magic. Then her nightmarish visions begin again, and in the search for answers, she uncovers well hidden secrets from Merlin's past. Will she be able to prevent the tragic future she sees – or will she cause it?
PROLOGUE
Morgana was dreaming again of the fall of Camelot. The white city was being destroyed, but she couldn't see what was doing it. The walls of the castle were crumbling and collapsing, their stones littering the poorer parts of the city, where fire had taken hold in the wood and thatch roofs. Her sight zoomed in dizzyingly and she could see Arthur hurrying through the castle's passages, his sword drawn as though looking for an enemy to fight. Knights dashed by, but he was singular in purpose.
In her bed, Morgana shifted and whimpered. For all that she had never forgiven the prince, she did not want to see him die. He was not Uther and had been unable to stand up to his father. Uther's hold over him was great, but not his fault. Arthur was looking for someone, calling a name. She strained her ears to hear him over the thunderous noises of the war raging outside. He was calling a name, desperately, like he would die if he couldn't find who he was looking for.
The vision changed again, to a tall black castle that Morgana had never seen before. The room she focused on was large, with lofty vaulted ceilings. All light to the room was provided by several narrow windows set high into the walls. Books were stacked on the floor around the edges of the room and sat in piles around a desk in the center of the room. More books were scattered atop the wood, interspersed with piles of papers. One book lay open in the center of the desk, a man bent over it. He had shoulder-length dark hair that swung around his face like a curtain, but Morgana felt that she knew him from somewhere. The silence was eerie after the loud crashes of the collapsing city, but it was broken before she had much time to enjoy it. The man began to chant, and Morgana realized that he was doing magic. As he spoke, his hands started to shine and shimmer as a nimbus of light grew and danced around his long slender fingers. He finished his spell and raised his hands, lifting his face at the same time.
For the first time, she got a good look at his face. She jerked awake in shock, calling out his name. "Merlin!"
Super short, I know, but the next chapter will be up REALLY soon (tomorrow), so fret not my dear readers. Reviews are appreciated greatly.
