After an audience with the king, i was escorted from the hall by Mordred who was now my escort through out this castle...more like prison, actually. I never spoke a single word as we walked the corridors, i didn't need to.
'Lamah ani, lamah?' Morgana could've chosen some other victim to hunt down, but no, she had to be miss awkward and come after me! It's because of her that i'm now stuck in a stupid castle with an arrogant king, lazy knights and slaves! The male slaves seem to stay away from me, but the FEMALE slaves always flutter their lashes at Mordred in a flirty manner and then divert their gaze to-
"And what are you staring at!" Me, they divert glares at me. The maiden's (Yes, there's more than one of them) instenly turned their heads away from me, but one of them seemed very defiant. I stopped my strides and turned my heated glare to her. Mordred also stopped and turned towards me but I took no notice.
"Leave the sevant, Aurora," he ordered but I never listen, no, that's a lie, I do listen I just don't follow.
"Got something to say, servant!" I spat. Said servant muttered something I couldn't make out. I stormed towards her but Mordred had grabbed my arm which made me stop.
"Leave her, she's not worth it." I turned to look at his face then to the intruding hand that still gripped my skin and finally back to 'defiant servant', yes she's now known as defiant servant. She was walking away with the clothes in the basket and basket in her hands, as if she hasn't done anything wrong!
"Okay, knight, I'll leave her alone." I meant it, and walked past him, after he realised my arm other wise I'd be dragging him along with me. Come to think of it, it might be the other way around.
"For now, at least." Yes, I'm going to get her for I want to know what she said! I turned to storm past Mordred when someone came into my view.
"Mordred!" The young man panted. Seems like he's been running. The man's eyes turned towards mine and I could instently sense something radiating off of him.
'They both have something in common!" I thought. The man's head flinched then his eyes turned towards Mordred's.
I know I hate doing this but...
I focused my magic on Mordred and the man. They were having a thoughtful conversation...literally.
'She has magic, Mordred!'
'I know that, Emrys.'
'Is she a druid?'
'I do not know...I could not sense it until she was speaking to Gaius and using her thoughts.'
'Could this be why Morgana wants her? Because she has magic?'
'Maybe...' My magic retreated and returned to me. It could be the reason as to why Morgana is after me...but why single me out from all the other sorceress? Unless-
"Hi, I'm Merlin." Merlin clarafied or was it Emrys? I just stared at him before shifting my gaze to Mordred who stood closer than normal.
Or wanted for that matter...
To be honest, he isn't really that tall for I come up to his his collor bone height. His eyes turned towards mine before shifting towards Merlin's, as did my gaze, for that matter.
Merlin seems stiff around Mordred tho that wouldn't surprise me. Trust is not easy to gain, and once it is it hurts when that trust has been betrayed.
"Aorura." I stated, before walking on wards and away from them. Turns out I can't just walk away because Mordred just had to assist me, didn't he(!)?
"You sensed us, back there?" Mordred broke the silence a few minutes later.
"What do you mean by that?" I replied without looking to him. He stopped and grabbed my arm, forcing me to face him. His face seemed serious for his eyes were cold and his grip was tight.
"You know what I mean." Yes, I knew; the conversation between him and Merlin, Mordred must have known I was tapping in.
"The 'private' conversation between you and Merlin, yes I knew and the fact Morgana could be after me for my magic may be possible. I'm no Druid, high priestess or Bendrui...I'm worse." I all but sneered then turned on my heels and left once again. I stepped up to a door and what I guessed was my chamber's...I was right. I opened the doors and shut Mordred out.
'That was NOT needed, Aurora!' I felt the prodding and the intrusion.
'Grabbing my arm and stopping me from questioning the maid was not needed, and yet that didn't stop you!' I retorted before walking to my bed and collapsing on it.
'You claimed your not a Druid , then what magic do you posess?' Now he's just fishing.
'The kind you don't want to know about...'
Mordred went quite.
'Want some advise? Quit fishing for knowledge you do not want to know, Druid! What I possess is my own business and not yours, or anyone else's!' My anger began to boil. How dare he try and raid me of my knowledge!
'But-.'
'Stick to wielding a sword, knight, and leave my business to me! I'm done with sorceress's, like you, trying to pluck and scavange off my thoughts and memories; hoping to shine a light on shadowed secrets of which my kind once hidden!' I all but roared as my sorcery flared at dangerous levels, I could even feel Mordred withdraw from me before coming back with full force.
'Fine, but I will find out.' And then his magic left mine; leaving me with the emptyness I've been accustomed for so many years.
I sighed then decided to close my eyes and rest a little.
Nothing. Pitch black. No signs of life.
'What is this place?'
'I see you've come.' A voice spoke out.
'Who are you?' The voice chuckled before the nothingness was replaced by a battlefield. Men were fighting men and someone stood on top of a mountain! I saw Arthur and Mordred staring at something.
Or someone...
Their eyes were locked on a being with Angel wings who fell holding its chest, but then their eyes turn towards mine. Horror, it's the only emotion I can read and so i follow their gaze. My hand holds a dagger covered in blood and my hands shimmer with the same colour!
I stare in horror as the scene changes once more and who stood before me was the Puppeteer of dreams. Her Mouth was scared and her joints had dotted lines on them.
I knew what she showed me.
'Why? Why did you show me this?'
'So you knew. You need to see it.'
'If the future was meant to be seen it would have been scribed!' I snapped. I've tried for so long to avoid seeing the future and now she shows me!
'Hold your tongue! Remember, our purpose is to for full the Second Coming, so She rises from the grave and brings forth the destruction of Albion!'
'I know that.'
'Then try and get out off the castle without suspision! We can not interfear with Arthers fate!'
'If it was that easy I would have gotten out before hand!'
Silence seemed to sway between us.
'You are crazy, right?'
'Yes, I've been deemed crazy before.' Why would she ask me a question like that?
'There is a window in your chamber's...' Does she think I'm nuts!?
'Are you implying that I climb?'
'Are you implying you can not?' Now I'm starting to question who's the crazy one.
'I'll find another way out...even if it means I have to kill someone in the process...'
'I could not really care who you choose to kill as long as you get out of there. Layla tov, achoti.' (Good night, my sister.)
Her voice began to fade as she left me to rest for the remainder of the night, but then a thought occurred.
'If she managed to contact me then who else can sense her?'
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