01/12/07; 8 p.m.

Standard disclaimers apply. Story and characters ain't mine. No point in suing me.

The Secret Ball

By Ninetails

Chapter 2: The Lady of the Lake…

Helena gazed up from her watery prison below the lake's surface. Never had her determination to break free of the enchantment that trapped her there been greater.

In a dream, she had seen that her nephew, Arthur, leader of the united Seven Kingdoms of Britain, High King of Camelot, was in mortal danger. lake's surface. Never had her determination to break free of the enchantment that trapped her there been greater.

In a dream, she had seen that her nephew, Arthur, High King of Camelot, was in mortal danger.

She was the leader of the magical realm of Avalon, and Helena's visions were not the mere dreams of a sleeper. Through the years of mystical study, she had cultivated her dreaming ability until it functioned as yet another way of seeing. Even now, locked away in an underground lake, important dreams still came to her.

And this dream disturbed her greatly. In it, Arthur was fighting for his life. Even the enchanted sword, Excalibur, which she had given him, would not be powerful enough to protect him against his foe, Mordred.

Her kinswoman, Morgan le Fay, mistress of the dark and Arthur's half sister, had sent her son, Mordred, into a battle against Arthur. She had concocted a lethal poison into which Mordred had dipped the tip of his own sword.

Helena had sworn to her dying sister, Ingraine, Arthur's mother, that she would always protect young Arthur from harm. She had used her magic to fashion him a sword so magical that it would protect him from all bodily harm. It made Arthur invincible in battle and nearly immortal.

Creating Excalibur had been her crowning achievement. All her skill at harnessing the forces of nature and magic had gone into its formation. More than ever, she was thankful for all she had learned from Merlin, the greatest wizard of the age.

Merlin had been a generous mentor, revealing to her secrets of magic and wizardry previously known only to him. but she paid a price for being his only student. There were those in Avalon who envied her friendship with the ancient sorcerer. As an excuse to attack her, they insisted that she be punished for intending to grant powers reserved for the mystic realm to a mortal.

In her own defense, Helena argued that Arthur was entitled to it as a son of Ingraine, a sorceress of Avalon. It didn't matter that his father was the chieftain Uther Pendragon, a mortal. Arthur's mother was from Avalon, and he was entitled to the protection of Avalon.

Helena's enemies were not swayed. Rumors spread that they plotted against her life.

She hid the sword away for the day when Arthur, who was still a child, would require it. And then she made plans to hide in the mortal realm in order to escape the wrath of those she had angered.

Conjuring a spell, she wished for her perfect mortal lover. Maxwell's face instantly appeared in the scrying bowl, the gold-lined vessel used in the old ways for magical seeing. The moment she laid eyes on his strong face she understood that, though he was only mortal, complete happiness would be hers if she could win him.

And win him, she did. At first, she used a spell to lure him and make him love her, but soon their union became the partnership of true soul mates.

Their life together exceeded her wildest hopes for happiness. She had children quickly, wanting to make up for the time she had lost as a childless woman of magic. She luxuriated in the oceanic pleasures of true love that she received from both her babes and her devoted husband. For ten years she lived an idyllic existence, hiding in the mortal world.

From time to time she would walk out of her cottage and use her scrying bowl to check on Arthur. The day finally came, however, when young Arthur's first sword, the one he pulled from the stone set in place by Merlin, was smashed in battle. Struggling valiantly, Arthur won the day even with half a sword, but he would require a new weapon.

He would need Excalibur.

So she set out to take Excalibur and its scabbard from its hiding place beneath the magical lake she had formed outside her cottage. She gave it to the young king as a gift, asking only that he return it to her upon his death.

For years Arthur prospered with Excalibur's help, uniting his kingdom, staving off outside invasions, building the glorious kingdom of Camelot, and creating the Round Table of revered and noble knights.

More years passed and she continued to observe Arthur's triumphs through her scrying bowl, keeping her word to her sister to make sure he stayed safe. But a time came when the vision she saw in her bowl was disturbing. Through magical trickery, Morgan le Fey had stolen Excalibur and given it to a knight named Accolon whom she had seduced. Helena saw that Morgan's plan was to have Accolon slay A Arthur using Excalibur to do the job.

Rushing to Arthur's aid, Helena abruptly left the cottage one evening. Traveling by magic means, she found Morgan le Fey at Camelot with Accolon.

In a fury of spells and counterspells, curses and antidotes, they battled. Afraid, Accolon tried to rid himself of the sword and scabbard by throwing them into a nearby lake. Assuming a watery form, Helena disappeared below the surface to retrieve them. When she resurfaced her enemies had fled.

She was able to give the sword back to the grateful Arthur, but upon her return to her cottage home, she was ambushed by Morgan le Fey and Accolon. The knight plunged her into the lake while Morgan le Fey exercised her dark powers, sinking the lake many miles below the Earth's surface into a huge subterranean cavern and sealing it with an impenetrable surface, like a bubble of inescapable magic.

After falling, the lake seemed to settle. Helena could see that no sun filtered through the water. only a pale glow from above reached her. It was even fainter than moonlight.

Helena quickly discovered that though she could hover near the top, she couldn't break through the surface of the water. It was as though it had been coated with some thickening agent that she could not penetrate.

What new magic was this? It confounded her. She sank again to the bottom, wondering what enchantment Morgan had conjured that she could stump her in this way. For all her training, Helena had never seen a spell like this.

Did they think they had drowned her? Morgan had to know that water was Helena's element. She was at home in it as a fish. In fact, that was why she had created the lake next to her cottage, because she could not stand to be too far from water.

Despite this, her kinswoman/s magic proved surprisingly powerful and Helena's own powers had been weakened by her struggle with the sinister enchantress. Mo amount of focus or concentration was sufficient to free her from this watery prison.

The days passed as Helena tried to undo the spell that held her. Before long, she had exhausted all her counter charms and spells.

Not knowing what else to do, she languished there below the ground beside her cottage, so near and yet completely unable to contact those she loved so passionately.

If only she had her scrying bowl. But she had set it down at the foot of an ancient, gnarled tree before setting off on her quest to defeat Morgan le Fey and Accolon. With it she might at least observe how her little children fared without her, how her beloved Maxwell was managing in her absence.

She couldn't understand why one of her children had not picked up the bowl by now. She hadn't left it far from the cottage. Certainly they were forever wandering through the woods. They had her restless, curious spirit and their father's fearless courage.

Something was keeping them away from it. She sensed it. And it made her afraid that some harm or imprisonment had befallen them. she hoped for a dream of them, but none came.

In time, a degree of strength returned to her. For a while, she spent all her energy directing magic at the seal that covered her. But Morgan's magic held fast there.

Finally giving up on that plan, she turned instead to the task of finding a side way out. Helena spent the next days of her imprisonment probing with her magic, and she had some success in blasting out water tunnels.

She created a network of many paths under the ground. The tunnels would full with water until they turned upward, above the water. from that point, the tunnels traveled through dry ground and under rock ledge, finally coming out to the natural cavern under the earth where her lake was now located.

With all her focus and memory for the landscape near her home, she continued to blast out tunnels. She clamped her eyes shut and tried to envision every tunnel, blasting out new ones that led out of the cavern.

She created these pathways with the diligence of a burrowing mole. She used her magic to fill each tunnel with the music of Avalon, music she remembered loving as a child. If she was ever able to escape, she wanted this magical music to be there to guide her way back to her cottage.

The last tunnel she dug with her magic would lead from the cavern right into a root cellar under her cottage – at least she hoped it did; she couldn't be sure. It was this last tunnel that inspired her to hope an escape might be possible.

When this last tunnel was completed, she headed toward the nearest underground opening, intending to travel up and into the cavern and to go from there to her cottage. But as soon as she got near the underwater entrance, she was thrown backward.

That impenetrable bubble that sealed her off from the surface was apparently all around her, not only above. Morgan had apparently learned her spell-making well. Even with the powerful training Helena had received in Avalon from Merlin, she could not break through this enchantment.

She had to face the truth: She could not get out on her own. Someone from the outside would need to find a way to free her.

Closing her eyes, Helena touched the tops of her fingers together and focused her mind. Gone was the whirlwind of emotional torment, replaced by an imposed calm. Using the methods of mental discipline she had studied with Merlin, Helena concentrated on contacting her children.

At least one of them, if not all, must have inherited some of her mystical powers. She'd often noticed Quatre, the younger of her twin boys – her baby – staring off into space with a faraway look in his beautiful aqua eyes as though he were seeing some vision from another time and place. It was a sure sign that he had the vision, and it was what Helena was not counting on.

TBC

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A/N:

A bit more background before the story progresses. The next chappie will finally feature Quatre. I swear, I'm not gonna put off this fic anymore. I hope. Midterm exams are coming up so please bear with me. Gomen. I'm gonna upload Chapter 3 after this since I won't have time for the next few days (or weeks) … hope you liked this chapter. Gah, I missed writing fics. Shahrastini is a lost cause, for now. Heh.