A/N: So, did you like your little preview? I hope this chapter answers some much-needed questions.

Esme POV

I smiled as I watched the image in front of me. It was the Christmas party. Specifically, I was watching my daughter. She has grown into such a beautiful woman. She is so kind-hearted and sweet. She sees the good in everyone and believes in second chances. That's why she is allowing herself to dance with Sir Jacob. She gave him a second chance and now he's giving her one.

About time.

I ran my hand over the image and it wavered before fading into another one. Lady Rosalie. I sighed. She was devastated. Jacob was present in this image as well, only he was holding her and trying to console his sister. Much like Riley when Isabella needed it. The look in his eyes was pure fury; I knew if given the chance he would not hesitate to take Jasper's life. He might even laugh as he did it.

I didn't want to say "I told you so," so I stayed away from Camelot. But in my heart, I knew Jasper would do that to her. I knew he would hurt her, even if he didn't mean to. Although, he himself is not without pain. It hurt him to walk away from her. I could see it in his eyes when he climbed on Jasmine in the wee hours of the morning a month ago. He knew he was destroying the one thing that he cared about most…the one thing he loved.

He doesn't love her. If he did, he wouldn't have done that. He wouldn't have committed treason and given Mordred what he wanted.

Damn my logical side.

Mordred. That name again. It is everywhere nowadays. When I go into town, I hear it. He is everywhere. The whole kingdom is scared. They know he's planning something, but no one knows what. Or when. Just that it will be massive.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and waved my hand in front of the Seeing Pond. Another image appeared, this one was Riley Swan. He was debating if he should approach Rosalie, if she will be willing to give her heart to him once it's healed. I wish I could show him the vision I had a while ago; one of her in a white wedding dress, walking down the aisle towards him. Seeing how happy he was that he is marrying the woman of his dreams. But she remained quiet of the fact that she does not share the sentiment. If anything, Riley will become a good friend of hers, a companion and source of comfort, but I doubt if she will ever love him.

Poor Riley. He is a nice guy; he doesn't deserve to be hurt like that.

I returned to the image. Riley has made up his mind. I watch in fascination as he walked across the courtyard, focused on what he wants, and almost tripped over his sister in the process. She didn't say anything, just stared like the rest of them in Queen Guinevere's court as Riley held out a rose and presented it to Rosalie. He whispered in her ear and she nodded and then smiled lightly. He took her hand and kissed it before turning and walking away.

Now, THAT'S a gentleman.

A new vision crossed in my line of sight at that moment. Riley was in that one as well. I saw him kneel, in his finest clothing, right before a sword came down on his left shoulder. It wasn't deadly, it was an honor.

He was being knighted!

And like a puff of smoke, it was gone. I returned to the Seeing Pool, waving my hand frantically to see that vision again. But I couldn't. It's as though I was to only know a fraction of Camelot's future.

I sat back from the pool for a moment and closed my eyes, allowing the last five months to assault me. I tried desperately not to think of my son and what happened to him. I've been focusing on Alice for most of that time, hoping she finally found the love she deserves. She never knew that Edward was her brother, and unless things change, she never will know. I plan to keep that secret until the end of my days.

Unless of course, Mordred foils the plan.

I sighed. My nephew was going to be the death of me…and I'm an immortal. I can feel my blond hair turning gray at the stress he has caused. All because he wants the throne.

You knew this was bound to happen. The prophecy was written that way. He will go down in the history books as the bastard son of Arthur, determined to get the throne. You know as well as I do that he will not be remembered any other way.

Mordred was evil, pure and simple. But he was also human. Unlike me, he is not immortal. He can bleed, he can love and he can cry. All he has done recently. And, if the prophecy is correct, he will die on that battlefield.

You say it like you are incapable of love. We both know that you love very deeply…both Carlisle and your children. Immortals are not immune to love.

That was true. While it was rarer for us, it did happen. Carlisle stole my heart and when I became pregnant, my love grew. I knew that I would never love another man as long as I exist. I hope Edward and Alice never know the pain of losing a loved one.

The Seeing Pool wavered and I knew a new image was presenting itself. I leaned forward and watched the battle between Mordred and Arthur. Both armies defeated; many men dead. I saw Alice pull Sir Jacob's bleeding body close against her, weeping uncontrollably. Lady Rosalie is nowhere to be found. And there is Mordred, pulling his sword out and charging towards his father. Arthur, the experienced Knight that he is, simply grabs his lance and aims, watching his son run into it. Instead of pulling it out, Mordred walks slowly, towards his father, and brings his sword down upon his head. The blow is fatal and the King steps back, the lance falling, as he collapses to the ground. Mordred pulls it out and walks a few steps, collapsing himself as the grass turns red with blood.

I shivered as the image faded away. There had to be a way to stop him. Mordred was evil, but he couldn't die on the battlefield. He had too much to live for. If he dies, he will never get to rule Camelot as he believes it should be. This entire tragedy could be prevented if he calls off the battle at Camlann. No one will be worse for wear and everyone will still be alive.

Well, except for Edward.

I shook my head. I couldn't be thinking of this right now. He is my son; I gave birth to him. It was unheard of, an immortal bearing children, but I proved them wrong. I love Edward with all of my heart and always will. Just like I will always love his sister. She may have been born first, but she was the one I gave away.

Maybe I was wrong. I know Carlisle was okay with it, but looking back maybe I shouldn't have done it. There's strength in numbers. Why didn't I raise the two of them as I should have? They would have something to fight for then. They would know a sibling's love.

Something tells me they already knew. They may not have been aware of it at the time, but the way they treated each other at Camelot was a dead giveaway. Edward protected Alice like a brother would and she protected Edward like a sister does. As the princess, she has more authority than him, but oftentimes he would be allowed to go places other Knights couldn't go. All because of her.

Damn it! Stop!

I stood up and walked away from the pool. I needed a break; I needed to not think about Edward for five minutes. I was a grieving mother, but life still went on. I needed to focus on Alice now.

It has been five months. Lady Isabella is moving on, surely I can too.

My eyes closed and Edward's smile appeared. It was so genuine, so real. I loved seeing my son smile. He had a happy life with me, I made sure of that, but I never saw him smile as much as he did after meeting Lady Isabella. The way he felt about her was the same way I felt about Carlisle. The way I still feel about Carlisle, even though he has been gone for over twenty years.

Edward once suggested that I move on, that I love again. "Dad would want that for you, mother. He would want you to be happy," he told me. I knew he was right. Carlisle was such a selfless man, he would want me to move on and find happiness. The problem was, I didn't want that. I am immortal; unless I find another like me I will always suffer some sort of heartbreak. My children were born mortals, against my efforts, and I would have to watch them die. But it shouldn't happen now, not when they have their lives in front of them. Or had.

Carlisle made me promise to not change him, to not make him immortal. He knew it would hurt me, but I loved him enough to respect his wishes. "It will be as God sees fit," he said. He said that his mortality was the ultimate gift he could give me and he would give it gladly. The day he died, although it had been a sneak attack, I knew he died for me.

And yet, he is still with me. I know that when a certain breeze blows, it is him. I can feel his hand caress my cheek and every so often I hear him whisper. He may not be here physically, but his love remains.

Much like Edward's.

I rubbed my eyes and returned to the Seeing Pool. I saw my reflection and gasped. I looked tired. I didn't know how I could, being immortal, but I did. My golden eyes didn't shine as brightly as they used to and my hair laid flat. I ran my fingers through it to get some volume with no luck. I saw my skin had faded to an ungodly pale color and my lips were white and starting to crack. This was not the Morgan that I knew, this was a stranger. My magic must be drained.

I continued to stare at the vision before me. I looked how I felt. The past five months have taken their toll on me. I needed to be so focused in Avalon that I neglected myself. The only time I looked better is when I put on the Esme disguise. She didn't appear at court as much, being a mother in mourning, and that allowed more time for me to focus on the experiment in Avalon.

At least it was successful.

That it was. I was overjoyed. Soon, everyone would see the results. I knew there would be anger and some would not be happy about the outcome, but I did not care. I did what I thought was right. Granted, it wasn't Christian, but since I'm not a follower, I didn't care.

The Seeing Pool wavered. My eyes darted to the center of it. My jaw dropped at the image I saw. A hand flew to my mouth. I knew it was a possibility, but seeing it confirmed changed things. This outcome could have negative consequences and the aftermath could be severe. I fell to my knees, leaning forward and grabbing the Earth before me, as my breathing slowed. This was a result of their actions, their consequence. I only hoped it would work out.

I knew I couldn't help this time, but maybe, just maybe, fate would be kind for once.

A/N: Any idea what Esme's last vision was? And great job at guessing that Riley is the one marrying Rosalie. The questions remains, will Jasper let her go?

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