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It was a short walk to wherever they were going. Morgouse seemed to be smiling as the blonde women stood looking through a small grate, she gestured for Amaridia to stand next to her.

As the teenager did she saw a scene that made her insides tingle, she could feel magic in the air, powerful magic, beautiful magic, magic that would always find the light in the darkness.

Her breathing hitched as she breathed it in and liked it, she was vaguely aware of a small scene playing out between her father and another young women, maybe only a few years older then her.

As the party (her mother had called it) ended, she was pulled along into the great hall, or whatever it was that had held the four prisoners, well three prisoners.

"This is the Lady Morgana, my sister and your auntie" a powerful voice rang out from her mother as Morgouse embraced her sister.

Amaridia seemed to bite her lip, this women who was her auntie had magic,but it wasn't beautiful, it wasn't powerful either and it was not light, it was a dark magic, truly dark, it was a magic that was only just beginning but it was dangerous.

The young eighteen year old gave a false smile at her auntie and made a pact to herself. She would not help the women in front her, the girl who gave an annoying evil smirk, one that the women thought to be evil.

"I've heard so much about you, it's nice to finally meet you, although I do wish that you were smaller and didn't have a mind of your own just yet, but I suppose magic works in mysterious ways" Morgana seemed to give a false laugh as the two parents next to her joined in with her.

"I could say the same about you, I just wish that I could talk with the person who owned the beautiful magic that I could sense, and you are not that person" Amaridia let her voice become a growl as she waved her pale hand and the door behind her opened, letting her feet move she swung her hair away from the little community that was her parents and so called future Queen of Camelot.

In truth she had no idea where she was going, no place in the castle felt safe, she guessed that she would never truly be safe in her life, after all her parents were mad, they were evil and so willing to kill, if she knew anything at all it was that being evil was a sad thing, her magic could teach her right and wrong but not give her the experiences of it all.

Instead she gave a sigh and let her magic lead her, it took her a few minutes to realise that she was following the magic that she had felt earlier. As she got to the dungeons she stopped, it wouldn't be a good thing to find the person only to let them be brought to their death by the people up stairs.

After all they probably wouldn't react to kindly to what she had just done and to side with the other team would probably just make them want to kill her. Shaking her head she ran back up the stairs and towards the room that she had first woken up in, if she could pretend to her mother that her magic had been controlling her and made her annoyed then her mother may not be to angry.

She may be young but she was still to inexperienced with her magic to not fear the two sorcerers that she had just run away from. She let the door open to the room that she had first woken up in and bit her lip-a force of habit which would probably not go away-there on the other side of the room was a black cot, it was small and looked like it wouldn't hold anything much, she felt herself move towards it and let her hands brush over it, this was the place where she had first lay down, it was her cot from when she was a baby(which was probably about half an hour ago)the cot was beautiful but reaked of darkness, the whole castle did.

It felt like it was spreading to her lungs, to everything inside her, she wasn't safe, sighing she heard the sound of alarm bells, what was going on? With a sigh she made her escape from the room and ran back to the room that held her relatives.

They all seemed to be in a state of turmoil, well Morgana did.

As Amaridia stood near to her father, she could see just how much he wished that he could have a child that wasn't mixed up in all of it, his heart wasn't truly bad, he was being lead by her mother, a new found respect held her heart and she gave a smile to her father before a blonde haired man barged in, he seemed like a hero but she could also see the royalty, this was the man who was the Prince, the man they wanted to destroy.

She watched with a fearful gaze as her mother began a tornado of wind and then she let her eyes move to the other magic she could feel, a servant, a manservant stood trying to hide outside, her eyes locked on him as she saw his eyes grow golden and the room seemed to explode, she fell backwards with a scream and saw her father and mother on the floor trapped by rocks, she may not have liked her mother but her heart seemed to scream as her eyes opened and she saw her father unconscious, her lips moved but no words came out.

Strong arms grabbed her and she moaned as she saw the blonde haired prince trying to pick her up, she could see that he was also holding her auntie, great she would have to talk to her still. The pure magic seemed to help her in that instant, her eyes moved and she saw shining blue eyes and raven hair looking at her. Light in the darkness was helping her. Her eyes looked back to see her unmoving father and worry formed in the back of her mind, but she could see his chest rising and falling, he would be fine, she vaguely realised that she was being brought out the castle and into a cave and was being carried.

Where we're these people taking her?

And why were they taking her?