Mists of Avalon. An introspective drabble set when Mordred fights anonymously for Arthur, and earns his nickname from the Saxons.

A versão em versos de uma das mais belas narrativas sobre o rei Artur já existentes. A versão de quatro mulheres acerca da história: Igraine, Guinevere, Viviane e Morgana.

Mists of Avalon. musing on Mordred; he has a strange, striking elegance that is terrible, too, but people are drawn to him like moths to a flame...

MoA. Mechanically, uncaring, Mordred fights and knows it is for nothing.

Nira est une jeune Arkanne. A seize ans elle apprend qu'elle doit sauver Sorian, un monde en danger, menacé par un tyran. Suivez les aventures de l'aïeule de Merlin l'enchanteur et suivez la jusqu'a la naissance et chute d'Avalon.

this is just an alternate ending to the book Mists of Avalon. it was actually part of a report i had to do for my english honors class so i actually and worked hard on it. it was pretty fun to write though. i hope you guys like it. please review

The priestesshood of the Goddess has survived to our age... what happens when an outsider stumbles upon its secrets?

Morgaine, Lady of Avalon, looks beyond the mists... 200 words exactly, a double drabble and written for the challenge “Beginnings”.

Midwinter is there and Morgaine ponders about the turning of the seasons, the past, present and future. This vignette is written as a gift to Neumeindil for Christmas 2006.

Songfic. Em seus aposentos na Casa das Donzelas, Morgana jazia em sua humilde cama. Pensativa, ela olhava fixamente para algum ponto do teto. Por quanto tempo terei de viver vegetando em Avalon?... Meus dias como sacerdotisa foram-se a muito...

Guinevere’s breath quickened and over her high cheekbones thin strips of colour appeared, like fine brushstrokes of apricot. Her eyes were grey and lucid, but as her fingers curled into the cold stone her irises betrayed inner disquiet.

Avalon no mundo de hoje título nada a ver

Aerelon, a young priestess of the Isle of Avalon finds herself ripped away from the safety of the Isle of Mists and instead thrown into the gossip and plotting at Camelot. Returning to the outside world is a shock, but Aerelon soon discovers that not only

Elinor BrentDyer Chalet SchoolMZB Darkover crossover. Could the Chalet School during the term of 'Redheads' be a source of new telepaths for Darkover in the aftermath of The Forbidden Tower? Please R & R. Story originally posted on CBB

Die Nebel von Avalon: Hatte er nicht schon immer, Artus Nähe mehr als nur der Wärme wegen geschätzt? Hatte er diese Momente nicht ... genossen? Und sich danach selbst verdammt, wieder und wieder und wieder? LanceArtur

Okay. First chapter of my first story. Please read. I am really bad at summaries. Present day Avalon. It has remained connected to our world by a thread. Only a few may now pass through the worlds. And they are desperately needed. Rated M for future chapt

[Mists of Avalon] It's a pity Lancelet has no mind to the Greek fashion of love. Gareth's thoughts on the eve of his knighting.

A tale of a young woman who watches politics and religion give birth to death and despair from her home in Avalon & Britannia. Will the Old Ways be completely forgotten, & will Avalon be surrendered to mist to become only fairy dust for children stories?

When such a spacious mirror's set before her, she must needs see herself: Nimue's last moments, spoken from her own thoughts, as she contemplates her future by the water's edge.

.'Accolon had a way of breaking beyond Morgaine's barriers with the smallest gesture, a flash of white teeth or the brush of fingertips could turn her brain to pulp.' Forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter, does it not?

During Beltane rites, Morgaine realises that she cannot escape her destiny.

An age old tale, told from different sides of the Table

A priestress longs for the holy Isle of Avalon, that she has left behind her. She may wander through the world but the memory of her beloved isle will never leave her. short poem

Like Morgaine, Morgause had lost everything she worked for in her life, lost everyone she loved. Yet she had no spiritual refuge or Goddess to turn to. One bard's version of the fate of Morgause after the events in Mists of Avalon.

A poem, inspired by a readthrough of The Mists of Avalon, about how King Arthur came to be born.