The Return
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the Pendragon children.
Introduction
Another Day drew to a close in Camelot. The villagers began to pack up their stalls as the sky deepened to ruby red, lengthening the shadows. There was an atmosphere of exhaustion; the recent anniversary of King Arthur and Queen Guinivere had been a hectic weekend. Guests had arrived from all over the country, bringing fine gifts and causing awe amongst the villagers.
A dark figure glided smoothly between the stalls, her face hidden by the hood of an emerald green cloak that trailed along the cobbled street. Her destination was clear – the palace. It was time to return home.