Chapter Twenty-Five: The Voice
Erik was walking through a thick misty fog.
Yet no matter how long he walked, the fog never lessened.
As he walked, a voice reached his ears, a high, clear soprano that sounded almost otherworldly to his ears.
"Listen, my child, you say to me,
I am the voice of your history;
Be not afraid, come follow me,
Answer my call and I'll set you free..."
"Who are you?" Erik called out to the unknown singer.
"What is this place?"
"I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain,
I am the voice of your hunger and pain;
I am the voice that always is calling you,
I am the voice, I will remain...
I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone,
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow;
Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long,
I am the voice that in springtime will grow...
I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields;
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace...
Bring me your peace and my wounds, they will heal..."
The singer came into view and Erik's eyes widened at the sight of a tall, willowy woman with flaming red hair, wearing nothing but a sheer white robe as she leapt and twirled around a small fire.
"I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain,
I am the voice of your hunger and pain;
I am the voice that always is calling you,
I am the voice..."
The woman's movements quickened, growing more passionate.
"I am the voice of the past that will always be,
I am the voice of your hunger and pain;
I am the voice of the future...
I am the voice..."
She spun gracefully, her vivid curls catching the firelight, and then dipped backwards before springing back up again a moment later.
"I am the voice!"
Finishing her dance with a triple pirouette, the young woman turned to face him.
"Oh, hello, Erik!" she greeted him cheerfully, showing no sign of surprise at his presence.
"You've certainly kept me waiting, now, haven't you?"
As soon as her eyes made contact with his, Erik gasped in astonishment and disbelief.
Her eyes were a glowing golden amber, a perfect match to his own.
How could this be?
"Who are you?" the masked man wondered aloud, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
How did she know his name?
The woman laughed, her voice like the tinkling of bells.
"My name is Morgana, child. Morgana Le Fay.
But you, little one, may call me Great-Grandmother..."
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