Armey

Camelot's tall towers came insight above the tree line, the crimson tiles contrasted against the crème bricks made the castle look beautiful, "No wonder why Cendred's jealous", a smile swept across a mysterious sorcerers face. The strange sorcerer stood from the small campfire and stepped over the figures in the ground. Runes. They had been engraved in to provide protection while the sorcerer was asleep. As they stood the Figure removed their hood revealing a red haired sorceress. Her eyes a mixture of blues and greens made a simple diamond look worthless. Her eyes flashed a gold colour as a horse came galloping from the woods. When it had stopped the sorceress placed her hand on its face, "Arrumanda" She hissed, the horses eyes glowed yellow to match hers and lowered down. The sorceress swung her leg over and rose. "To Camelot" she hissed.

The hooded figure swept through the busy streets of Camelot gracefully, the dark navy blue cloak floating just above the ground. Peasants stopped and stared as the feeling of Goosebumps made the way up their arms, before placing their head down and continuing to walk. The narrow walkways provided difficult as peasants struggled to not step on the silk material as it dragged along the floor, In case they were a visitor to Camelot.

When the sorceress arrived at the arch way she stopped, looking upwards her neck cramped at the shear size and beauty of the castle, a wicked smile crept across her face, 'Soon it will be mine'. Four guards stood opposite the archway with Scythes in their hands glinting in the sunlight, One was taller than the others with heavy bags under his eyes, 'He was probably having restless nights' the sorcerer considered, But he stood tall and relaxed, 'Instead' she thought, 'He must guard during the night, This may be easier than I thought'. The women walked past the guards with ease as she entered a cramped courtyard, it was full of peasants young and old, on tiptoes to see the stake that stood tall. "I sentence Omaha Macram to death for practice of sorcery", the red haired women looked upwards following the gaze of the other people. Uther Pengdragon stood tall with his hand held up the air; People stared as he pulled it down causing heart to skip a beat. This signalled the executioner to light the stake, Hatred poured out of her eyes, she wanted to kill Uther, Kill Arthur, Kill, Kill, Kill, She wanted blood to be spilled all from the Pengdragons.

'Soon' She reassured herself, He hand reached inside her bag before finding a bag of gold coins, Morgana had paid her to heal her sister after a spell had sent her into a coma, It was difficult but she was able to do it, After all she was Armey, A well known assassin blessed with magic, But only of the basic levels, However highly skilled in healing. Armey sighed, every bone in her body wanted to murder the Pengdragons. After what they did to her family during the great purge she had every right. Armey's eyes scanned the courtyard looking for ways into the castle, until they rested on a young servant, He was tall with dark hair, His blue eyes surged with power. She cast her memories back to what the two other witches had discussed with her.

"Every plan we have to kill the king and take over Camelot have failed" Morgana protested.

"Now we don't have me on the inside, what are we going to do" She then continued.

"Why don't you create and army" I suggested, But immediately cut off by Morgause.

"We must not start jumping to conclusions my sister" She glared, "Instead we must plan greatly, If we are to beat the prince's wisdom".

"Yes sister" Morgana bowed her head, before continuing, "But, I did not think Arthur was the one with such the brains"

Morgana's eyebrow raised similar to my own,

"Are we all talking about the same Arthur Pengdragon?" I looked blankly at the two sorceress. They stared at me before continuing with their own conversation.

"Yes, Arthur did not know about the cup of life, Least of all how to destroy it." Morgana stared at her sister, Looking for conformation before continuing,

"I believe it was.. Merlin", The hatred in her voice barely hissed out the words, Armey had depicted that there was a dark, Mysterious past with the two.

"The serving boy... Hmm, He was the one who met me in the court room" Hatred similar to Morgana's sent a shiver up my spine.

"This boy sounds of an annoyance, I can dispose of him.." I offered with eyes linked to the two sisters, They glanced at each over before Morgause shook her head.

"No, Armey but we still have use for you, Instead Kidnap Merlin and bring him here for... Questioning", A horrid smile sprang onto Morgana's face as she listened to her sisters words.

"Arthur will be led to a trap, And it will be like killing two birds with one stone" Morgana finished laughing a terrible laugh. Morgause joined with finally me.

The next day I had left the ruins of the castle in search for the Servant with only a crystal Morgause had gave. Her words echoed through my head.

"Look into it and it shall give you the image of the serving boy, He will not be easy to take, Just use your skill and abilities, We trust you" She had pressed the crystal and coins into my hands.

Armey opened her bag as wide as she could staring at the Crystal, The face matched up to the dark haired servant.

"There you are" She muttered before hastily following behind.