Ch. 12 Terrible Revelation
From: Libitine
To: Arwen17
Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 8:38 pm
Mab looked the man up and down, her icy glare keeping her unwelcome, unannounced guest silent, which not only surprised her but made her feel slightly on the uneasy side. His great horned mask was just for show, she knew he only wore it when trying to seem important, or that she should be fearful of him. His long black cape made a dark pool of shadow on the floor, again leaving the Fae Queen on edge. She had assumed he wouldn't be back.
"Lord Idath," Mab whispered finally, glancing cautiously at Moira. "It is customary for guests to notify their host before showing up; though I am well aware you never were practised in proper manners."
His only movement was to raise an eyebrow, and allow a clever grin to spread across his face. "Mab my love," He replied and watched as her jaw clenched. "I thought we were past welcoming. You said so yourself the last time you paid me a visit."
Mab's eyes burned from staring at him so angrily. "You have never been polite but you have always been wise, Idath, and it would be wise of you to announce your purpose here before you are thrown out."
He defensively raised his hands. "Dearest, I would never come simply to egg you on." He stepped toward her and she held her ground. "I saw something . . . . interesting in my cauldron and thought it might be of use to you."
Now since she and Idath were hardly in the business of helping each other out, Mab was mightily confused as to why he would come to her with information, and why he had requested Moira be present for the unveiling of such knowledge. "Go on." She said with slight curiosity.
Idath looked at Moira. "This, infant of yours," He began smoothly neatly pressing his fingers together. That simple movement had always bothered Mab for reasons she couldn't explain. The Queen flinched as his fingertips met, a shiver going down her spine. Those long, slender, pale . . . gentle fingertips used to move over her skin in such reverence- giving praise to a goddess. Her back used to arch to please those very fingertips; her mouth used to open, calling out his name to the heavens because of those fingertips. They used to control her. And as she stared, Mab realized Idath had stopped talking and was staring back at her, a playful smirk on his face. The Queen blinked rapidly, trying to return herself to the scene. "Yes, Idath, continue."
Idath chuckled to himself, and decided to keep Mab's gaze while he had it. "I was peering into my cauldron the other day, as one with a future-telling cauldron often does when I discovered something quite alarming about your infant." No one said anything so Idath assumed he had permission to continue. "You see Mab, that child is destined to do great things . . . things greater than any one can comprehend, even you." Again, no one chose to interrupt him. "Do you know who the baby's father is Mab?" Idath asked suddenly.
The Mistress of Magic did not glance at Moira. She refused to. "I was not told his name." She said. Idath got a grin on his face. "Really? How delightful." He smiled. Mab lost her patience. "Damn it Idath! What are you getting at?"
From: Arwen17
To: Libitine
Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 9:27 am
"I don't know who he was. He just told me to call him Liir." Moira replied, slightly concerned. "It was just a short term relationship."
Idath continued to smirk about his amusing secret while Mab grew more irritated. Frik looked around warily as the situation promised to escalate into something incredibly nasty.
From: Libitine
To: Arwen17
Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:13 pm
Idath looked at Mab with that same devilish grin on his face. "Things are not what they seem my dear." He said, clasping his hands together. "That you must learn to accept. The Queen of the Old Ways holds little power."
She nearly slapped him. It was all Mab could do not to lunge across the room and slap him. She would have, but she didn't want to touch him. At all. "What are you saying Idath?" Mab snapped, losing the last of her patience. "You are trying me with your silly riddles and I have had my fill of it."
"Easy Mab," Idath said. "There is no reason to shout. And very little reason to think of violence." He said with a wink.
She felt insulted, and Mab certainly wouldn't tolerate being insulted. "Idath, I am beginning to doubt you actually know anything about what you claim to know. Now either share this so-called information of yours or promptly leave."
He sighed. "Very well. I figured I wouldn't come and spring such news upon you, but we shall have it your way . . . as always." Idath paused, simply to egg her on.
From: Arwen17
To: Libitine
Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 9:24 am
"Moira" Idath, directed her attention towards him. "What did this man look like?"
"What does it matter?" Moira, starting to get irritated with Idath's mind games as well.
"Just answer the question. Can't you remember any of his physical characteristics?" Idath chuckled. "If not, you really didn't waste your time with him. You used him, then sent him off the next morning."
Moira bristled at Idath's insinuation. "I remember perfectly; he had blond hair. And if you know the man then why do I need to describe him to you?"
"Just verifying the facts." Idath, explained with annoying cheerfulness. "And my dear Mab you may want to sit down before you hear what I have to say."
Idath cleared his throat dramatically, "The father of this baby was Arthur Pendragon."
Idath watched as horrified looks began to cross their faces. "And I have more interesting news from my Cauldron of Rebirth. It has shown me many things, but there is one thing I think you would want to be aware of."
Idath spoke in a deep foreboding voice, "Arthur Pendragon's child is destined to finish King Arthur's noble work and destroy the Old Ways."
From: Libitine
To: Arwen17
Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 11:25 pm
Mab's face fell gradually as she looked at Idath in disbelief. Arthur was the father? The very child that she had hoped would help aid her in continuing her line was going to be the main accomplice in her all too soon death. Again. She had just returned. She had just begun to build herself back up to full strength, so she could take England by storm once more and conquer its doubts . . . its fears. She was ready to win their hearts once more and now had learned they might be taken away. Because of Moira.
She was the mother of Christianity's one true heir.
She looked at Idath in shock not only because of the very news he had delivered, but also because he had been the one to say such things. She used to be his queen, his immortal beloved, there to meet his many needs whenever possible. Sometimes, it puzzled her that they worked on opposite sides now. It seemed so strange, even after all these years.
Arthur. The fact that the recently deceased king's life had come this full-circle was nearly comical. He had been the bastard son of the worst King in Britain's history, ruled by Christianity. His heir was the bastard daughter of the greatest King in Britain's history, ruled by the Old Ways.
But . . . . recently deceased . . . .
Mab's expression changed to confusion, no longer honest shock. "But . . . But you will find that is impossible, Lord of Winter." She said strongly. "Arthur died in battle. I know this to be true. Mordred hath done him in." She paused. "And after I left I found myself gone two years. Upon my return Moira was barely pregnant. Logically, and with the times, it doesn't work out. You must be wrong. You must be."
A sly smirk spread across Idath's face. "My dear, you haven't told me anything I don't already know, well, except . . . ." He paused. "Except, your precious Mordred was alive without your knowing was he not? Do you really find it hard to believe that Arthur may have survived too? You were shockingly sloppy with your plans."
Mab clenched her fists. "It doesn't matter if he survived Idath because even if he did, I have Mordred. Mordred is alive and he is the heir being he is male. Moira's little . . ." So many words were caught on the tip of her tongue. ". . . girl cannot touch the throne. If ever anything was to happen to Arthur, Mordred is first in line."
From: Arwen17
To: Libitine
Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 1:52 am
Moira almost lost her balance completely at Idath's pronouncement and hastily steadied herself against a wall. It can't be. Moira's thoughts crashed against each other. How could I have been so blind to his true identity? Moira next thoughts were of her Mother's reaction to the news. Oh no, what if she's planning on deposing of Leah? Moira panicked silently. I can't let that happen. It doesn't matter who the father was. Leah is my child. Moira breathed deeply laying out her plans in her mind. I think it is time I left here to get Leah far away from Mother.
Moira arranged her face expertly into a scowl. "Idath, I don't believe your stupid prophecy. That cauldron only ever shows people what it wants them to see, not the real truth." Moira continued fiercely as if she could force her words into reality, "And Leah is my daughter, she would never have anything to do with Arthur."
Bloodied, but still very noble in appearance lay the fallen King Arthur as Merlin the Wizard approached him mournfully. Arthur grasped Excalibur one last time and held it out to Merlin. "Return it." Arthur pleaded. Merlin took the sword from his old friend, "What should I do Arthur? Who is to be your heir?"
"I have a child." Arthur wheezed out. "You will find the child with Moira." Because of Merlin's horrified look at the mention of Moira, Arthur gave his last sentence, "Please Merlin, I want my child to have my throne. It is the right thing to do."
"I swear to you Arthur I will find your child and raise him to be a great and moral leader just like you." Merlin promised, and wizards of the Old Ways can never go back on their words once they give them.
Arthur died with a peaceful smile on his face.