Without another word, the two knights rushed to the stables to get their horses. In mere minutes, they were riding out of Camelot. While they rode, Leon told Arthur about how Gwen had found the ward missing earlier this morning, and about the strange writing on the wall. Great, Arthur thought to himself, some psychotic sorcerer abducted her to get revenge on my father. Leon refused to think about what could have happened to her, not wanting to give in to the logic that she was probably dead by now. Like Gwen, Arthur noticed the knights strange behavior, only he knew what the cause of it was.
"You know, Morgana is lucky to have you." he blurted. Leon looked surprised, how did Arthur know? And shouldn't he be discouraging the relationship like his father would? Arthur read the knight's mind like an open book. "I'm not my father, however, Morgana is like a sister to me. If you so much as lay a finger on her, I'll kill you." Leon nodded in response,
"I'll keep her safe no matter the cost, you have my word."
Morgana awoke with a start, she jumped from the bed, only to be pushed back by a strong set of hands.
"I'm sorry, dear, but I can't have you leaving just yet." The ward struggled, she kicked and screamed, trying with all her might to get away. "You needn't do that, my lady. Your knight is coming to rescue you." Gale said with a grin. "I've foreseen it." His grip lessened slightly, Morgana took her chance. She fled through the door, but that was as far as she got. With a simple spell, Gale sent her plummeting to the ground. The corner of her forehead smashed against a sharp rock, leaving a ghastly cut in it's place. Blood gushed across the ground beneath her, forming a scarlet pool. She staggered to her feet, in one last attempt to escape. With a flick of his hand, Gale sent her back into a deep slumber. He lifted the body with little effort and carried her through the forest of Acestir. He set the ward down in a small clearing. With a lump of wood from a nearby tree, he beat her. He needed her to be weak enough so that she wouldn't be able to make her way back to Camelot on her own. Once she was injured well enough, he tossed the wood aside. Then he crept behind a nearby bush, watching and waiting. Awaiting the arrival of the two knights, Sir Leon and Arthur Pendragon.