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Epilogue
Mordred walked out under the pregnant moon, his eyes set straight ahead. Around the shadows closed in from the tall skeleton like structures that stood above him. He could only imagine what this place had been like when it had been in its glory.
He continued moving towards the center of the castle's domain, the courtyard.
His footsteps echoed in the empty courtyard, yet he was alone, on an island of the dead. The Isle of the Blessed.
An unearthly chilly wind cut through the air, and Mordred paused for a second before shrugging it off. In front of him was a lone stone yard, stretching out far from him.
In the center, he stopped next to the stone table.
"One day Emrys, I will have you at your knees," He snarled, and placed a small bag down next to the table. The only place he knew it would be safe for a year. The blood needed to be at least a year old before he could use it. He pulled each vile out, thirteen in all, and placed them on the table in the moonlight.
Emrys, the pathetic excuse for a warlock. If he was all powerful, why did he hide from Arthur? Why does it take him so long to learn how to defeat his enemies? If he had this unlimited magic, why has he not stopped him yet?
"Time's running out Emrys; you can hide with your little peaceful druids, but you'll never be able to hide from me,"
He turned with a flash of white teeth and a glinting eye in the dim midnight. Now, all he had to do was wait, and watch Morgana closely. She may have the guts to stay this long, but he couldn't have her leaving in a time as important as this.
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Merlin jumped at the sound of an owl, and looked around himself once more. The mare he rode was just as skittish, prancing about underneath him.
He tugged the reins, forcing her to stop, and turned to look behind him. The path was deserted, and the only traces of someone being near where his own horses tracks. Pulling his silver cloak tighter around himself, he continued to ride.
He barely got five minutes of riding when he heard something different.
He stopped his mare again, and listened for the noise. But all heard was the typical forest sounds he was used to. He began walking again, only to hear the noise resume. This time however, he could place it to something, the sound of hooves.
He was being followed.
Merlin paused his horse again, and waited this time. When nothing appeared, he gathered up his voice and prepared to call out; when he thought better of it. No one in their right mind would answer.
A twig snapped to his right, and a female figure on a horse walked out into the pathway. Her long black hair curled and tangled, her green eyes burning.
Morgana Pendragon stared at the young warlock, her eyes showing no emotion as she looked. Merlin raised his head in authority.
"You swore to leave the borders and the inhabitants alone,"
Morgana lowered her head dangerously, the shadow off her hood lowering to above her eyes as she replied venomously.
"I did, do you not trust my word Merlin?" Merlin grit his teeth in response and shook his head.
"No promise you make will ever be trusted again Morgana,"
She was emotionless as she heard these words, but nodded in acceptance. Before beginning to turn away from him, only to pause and look back for a moment.
"There was a time when I believed your word too Merlin, and I still don't know why you did it, but I will never again trust your word as well," She began heading north of the border, leaving Merlin to watch her go. But the warlock couldn't help himself.
"Because you never let me explain Morgana. If you would've listened, we all could have helped you."
Morgana paused her horse, letting the nightly breeze whip through her hair. She turned her head to the side, but refused to look back again.
"A year then Merlin, and we will end this,"
"Why a year? What will this prove?" Merlin called out, his horse swaying beneath him.
Morgana did not answer his question, her horse was already moving away through the woods. Merlin remained on the path watching her leave. Then she disappeared, returning to her army, where she would begin her war against him.
Merlin bowed his head and headed the opposite direction, towards Ealdor and the druid camp he was aiming for.
Where he was sure to be ready for Morgana, come a year from now.
He galloped forward, feeling the wind rush on his face. He only had a few hours before dawn.
To Be Officially Continued...
Well, time to work on my sequel The Cry of Murder!
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