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PART TWO

THE ISLE OF THE BLESSED

Chapter Twenty

The Druid's Cause

THERE WAS SOMETHING DIFFERENT IN the Druid community. It was like a call to arms that had spread, leading to every druid clan to have the same idea and follow the same sense. They didn't have to go all the way but they had to show their support to their Queen.

The problem was that things weren't as they were meant to be. A whole new world had opened up due to the fact that it was deemed that Morgana was the Once and Future Queen. Not that the Druid community minded. If there was any chance that the slaughter that they had endured for the last twenty years could come to an end, they didn't care who sat on the throne. The druids had little time for politics. They had their own rules and traditions to uphold without learning about the laws of the land that they were in.

A Queen with magic did make sense to most of them and as they discussed it, at the biggest gathering of druids for twenty years, there was a glimmer of hope between each camp leader. They did believe that they would be free in a sense. They would be free to carry on the traditions that they had practised for centuries. Magic was something more to them.

Yet it only took one young boy to stop all the excitement.

As the latest druid camp joined them, there was something that didn't feel right. As druids, they should be there but not this little boy. Everyone stopped what they were doing as stared as they walked through. The only sounds were of the young children still playing and babies crying. It was a weird feeling and it was something that none of them was expecting.

That little boy had some powerful magic and the druid leaders were unsure why.

A couple of them looked over their shoulders at the Isle of the Blessed, wondering whether the questions that they had would be answered there or if they would be as clueless as they were. It was probably worth a try and even if they didn't know, the druid camp was not where this boy was meant to be. He should be on the Isle, learning about himself and his magic.

They knew that the great Emrys was on the Isle and had lived there for many years. The druids had always regarded the Isle of the Blessed to be a safe haven for him to be. Somewhere that Uther wouldn't look for him if he knew about him. The Isle had been left untouched after Uther's last raid and only became alive again with the arrival of Emrys. They had taken in turns to camp near the Isle to check on the process that Emrys was making. The task that the young man had on his shoulders was great but they all had faith in him that he would complete his destiny.

As they were sure that he believed the same of Morgana.

The druids leaders huddled around, discussing what was best for the boy that had entered. They all agreed that they needed to know his importance in the whole destiny and the only way that they were going to find answers was to get him on the Isle of the Blessed. A representative was chosen to walk over to the man and his son to talk to them about what they thought was best.

The boat rocked as it crossed the calm waters surrounding the Isle of the Blessed. Peder felt uneasy as they got closer. It had been decided that he would be the best man for the job but the stare that the boy, Mordred, was giving him was creeping him out. He had tried to look everywhere else but the boy but failed. He had wondered whether the death stare was due to them taking him from his father and sending him across the lake. There was probably more to it than that but that was the first reason that Peder could think of.

The docked easily enough and not long after they were out of the boat, they were instantly met with two women.

"We have noticed the druids gathering on the shore. We thought that you were just camping there." The younger woman said.

"My ladies, I am Peder. We have been camping on the shore to show our support for the Once and Future Queen."

"So why are you here now? You aren't looking to camp on the Isle."

"No. This is Mordred." Peder said as he placed his hands on the boy's shoulders. "He entered the camp with his father and clan but we feel as though something isn't right. Not with the boy but everyone had the same reaction. We feel that he might be important in the destiny and that we would like to know the role that he plays in the destiny. If he needs training, there is a hope that you will take him in."

"Not another child." The older woman said.

The other woman didn't batter an eyelid at what her peer had said. "Please feel welcome to stay on the Isle. I am sure that you and the other clan leaders would like to know his place in the destiny."

"Thank you."

He looked down as Mordred looked up at him. There was something about the boy but at the moment, there was only innocence and it made Peder feel guilt for even thinking anything bad about the boy. He hoped that he had a part to play in this destiny and that it was a good part to play. He smiled at the younger woman as she held her arm out for them to follow them. As soon as they took a step, the woman turned so that they could follow.

Peder had only had the chance to see the Isle of the Blessed once before it was burnt to a ruin by Uther. He could feel the magic of the place and knew that it gave off the same trapped feel that other magical places did. It was upsetting to see all the beauty of magic reduced to ruin.

But Emrys was now here. And he was going to make everything right.