Hello, again!
It's about time for Morgana to start revealing the past, with this case being just how she became Morgana le Fay in the first place.
Don't own Harry Potter or anything from DC Comics/Studios. Or anywhere else for that matter.
One tale ends, another begins
"My Lady? It's time."
"Okay." Morgana breathed out, making Bakura a little anxious. It wasn't every day that one saw Madame Arcana of all people nervous.
"My L-"
He was stopped by Morgana's hand. "For the moment, it's Morgana. I know what this seems like off-hand, but you have to understand, I practically did everything I could to destroy any knowledge of this. And now I'm throwing all out into the open like it doesn't matter."
She sat down on a nearby chair. "Once I start, there is no going back. I wouldn't be surprised if this either made or broke everything here."
"I'm afraid I might have to disagree with you on that, Morgana." Bakura responded. "After all, just how many of the females, let alone people period, here have truly not had to deal with traumatizing experiences that practically destroyed them? Sure, not all of them are on the same level as each other, but the Menagerie ultimately was the deciding factor that reshaped their lives to something better. Now it's time for them to return the favor, so to speak."
Bakura helped Morgana back up to her feet and lead her to where she was needed to be before heading out, but not before Morgana said "Bakura, thanks."
"No worries."
He found his seat alongside Lily, Hermione, Sam, Ginny, Luna, Tracey, and Daphne in a private spot, with all the girls concerned about Morgana. "The upcoming show was just getting to her some."
"Should we be worried?" Lily asked.
Bakura was silent for a few moments, then told them "Just be ready for the waterworks."
That didn't do anything alleviate the girls, but they couldn't continue as the lights suddenly dimmed except for the stage.
A few moments later, and the curtains opened...
A medieval-age village was in the back ground as Morgana laughingly danced around three older boys who were apparently angry at her for something. Though that was pretty obvious as they were soaking wet, and now where close to a big enough body of water for it. Just a forest.
Though the group did feel as though the forest looked familiar, for some reason.
"You wench!" one of the boys called out, only to trip over seemingly nothing and get a face full of mud.
"Is this really the best you got?" Morgana laughed. "Elizabeth and the other could do much better if this is as far as your bodies can take you."
One of the boys finally had enough and dragged the other two off to the village. "Just wait until thou father hears about this!"
Morgana scoffed. "Oh please, like that drunkard is capable of doing anything to me."
But once the boys were out of earshot, Morgana's demeanor changed as she stared towards the forest. "Is me simply being different really so bad? I mean, it isn't like I'm rebellious or unkind. I do help around the village, after all. But because I prefer being outdoors instead of learning to be a housewife..."
She was silent for a few moments before she start singing. "I've been, at the edge of the forest, and away from the rest, never really knowing why."
She looked towards the village. "I wish, I could be a happy member, but I like wood o'er ember, no matter how hard I try."
Morgana started walking, showing a minor montage of various locations in the general area of the village/forest. "Every turn I take, every trail I track, every path I make, every road leads back. To the place I know, where I should not go, yet I long to be."
The next few lines had her running and climbing up a lone tree between the village and the forest. "See the light where the sky meets the tree, it calls me! And no one knows, how far it goes! If the wind in my face on the trail stays without fail, one day I'll know," She looked back at the village and climbed down. "if I go, there's just no telling how far I'll go."
She walked back through the village, smiling and waving to the ones who did the same. "I know most of us in this village, seem so happy in this village, but all of it is by design. But everybody in this village, has a role in this village." She looked up at the top of the local church. "So maybe I can role with mine."
Morgana started walking up the side with a purposeful stride, making stairs appear beneath her feet that got the onlookers staring in partial awe at her magical prowess even back then. "I can lead with pride, I can make us strong. I'll be satisfied if I play along."
But as she got to the top, she stopped and turned back to the forest. "But the voice inside sings a different song. What is wrong with me?!"
When she saw the sunset, Morgana raced off towards the forest, the steps disappearing behind her. "See the light as it shines on the trees, it's blinding! But no one knows, how deep it goes! And it seems like it's calling out to me, so come find me. And let me know, what's beyond that line, will I cross that line?"
When she got to the forest, a tree leaned a branch down that she grabbed onto and started climbing to the top. "The line where sky meets the tree, it calls me. And no one knows, how far it goes. If the wind in my face on the trail stays without fail, one day I'll know,"
She called out to the forest her last line. "How far I'll go!"
The mood was killed when she heard an enraged and drunken voice shout her name. "Morgaine! Confound it, where is that wretched girl?!"
Morgana groaned in exasperation as she climbed down. "Coming, you blasted cretin!"
It skipped to Morgana arriving at a somewhat remote house. "What is it this time, Father? Because if-"
Just as she got to the door, however, it suddenly opened, getting her to cry out as she was roughly pulled in by multiple hands.
This also got the viewers to gasp/cry out as well, wondering just what is going on.
Another skip later had a blond-haired young man carrying a sword walking up to the same house at night, and noticed the lack of light in the house. "Mayhaps Father and Sister finally settled their issues with each other."
He didn't expect Morgana to stumble out the door, and in a state that automatically got the boy to move over in concern. "Morgaine?"
Said girl's former clothes were now rags that barely covered her at all, while her hair was somewhat torn and her lips were bleeding (and considering her legs, not necessarily her upper ones at that), while her arms were trying to cradle her side. Tears also streaked down her face as she looked up at the boy. "A-arthur?"
"Who could've done this to you? Where's Father?" Arthur asked, only for Morgana to looked towards the house. "Hold on, are you saying that Father was responsible?!"
"Him...and the rest of the priests." Morgana's tone and volume intensified with her anger. "We trusted them! I trusted them!"
Arthur, however, was flummoxed. "But...Father..."
Unfortunately, that was one of the worst things to say as Morgana took a step back from him. "You...knew?"
He tried to reach out, only for Morgana, now mad with pain, sadness, and rage, to lash out, knocking him flat from her magic. "You bastard! I can't believe I trusted you especially!"
Arthur could barely sit up before he saw her move off to the forest, crying her eyes out as her magic trying to focus, only to crack the ground behind her.
Morgana stumbled her way into the forest, not caring at all where she was going except away, until eventually she finally tripped up and fell to the ground. She slowly curled up sobbing at the base of a tree, not noticing the nearby lake nor when a woman walked over to her from the lake.
Morgana flinched as she felt hands on her, but relaxed as they gently caressed her as a female voice softly spoke. "Peace, child. I'm not here to hurt you."
The girl blearily saw the ethereal woman through the tears. "W-who are y-you?"
The woman smiled as she picked Morgana up. "That can wait until morning, child. For now, let us get you cleaned up and healed."
Fog slowly filled the scene as they disappeared over the lake.
When the fog finally cleared, things were vastly different.
For starters, the scene was inside a castle (that they immediately recognized). But what really showed the differences was the blonde man sitting on a throne with a black-haired woman doing the same as five people in robes stood nearby.
The seven were idly conversing over something that couldn't quite be made out as a knight came in and kneeled before the thrones. "Sire, there is a Sorceress at the gates, requesting an audience. She says that is originally from our lands, and have now returned to renew her connection to us."
"Well, what are you waiting for, send her-" the man on the throne stopped he saw something, and promptly burst out laughing hard enough to fall out of his seat. The others looked around for a moment until they saw it as well, and were torn between laughter and outrage.
The modern day viewers had no such problem upon seeing the oldest, who by then they realized must've been Merlin himself, wearing a more Medieval Age chicken suit.
"No need, good sir." a voice said as a form faded into view, walking up to them. "I've...let myself in, as you can plainly see."
The 'new' woman snapped her fingers, returning Merlin to proper clothes. "But one of the things I've learn on my travels is that one thing that make a good impression is laughter. After all, one can not have tension and distrust if you are sharing a laugh."
The blond man managed to pull himself up and control himself enough to ask her "Point, fair Sorceress. But might I ask, what is your name?"
Morgana smiled. "Morgana. Morgana le Fay."
The scene turned to black as the show finished and the real Morgana walked onto the stage. "I know at least a few of you might have extra questions, but please bare in mind that what you just witnessed isn't something any girl would truly be willing to just talk about. And with how I reacted to my brother, it...it still hurts."
Her eyes turned pained for a moment before she continued. "I just simply found a different approach to healing than most, which thankfully has pooled over into helping all of you."
Smiles coursed all over. "I not about to say that I'm perfect. Far from it, but there is one thing I'm perfect at: knowing that I'm not perfect."
She called a drink up to her hand, which she raised. "But enough sadness. We're in a freaking club, people, and the new year has just arrived. Shouldn't we be having a party."
Morgana didn't need to look to know that everyone understood her instantly, quickly turning the mood into a proper celebration. She herself moved over to Bakura and her girls, only for said girls to dog-pile her, much to Bakura's and Morgana's amusement. "Easy there, girls. It's in the past."
"But-" Sam started.
"But nothing, Sam." Morgana instantly countered. "Yes, it may still hurt, but there are far worse ways I've could've come out from it. I was lucky enough for Nimue to find me in time, making it so that I came out stronger than I originally was."
"She's right." Lily added. "People have more often than not turned evil from less than gang-rape. But those that stayed good from it have often been some of the most vocal and active in stopping others from feeling the same."
They all acknowledged her words before joining the rest of the party.
Of course, thanks to not being in the castle at all, a few certain people, with not quite as stellar reactions, went unnoticed by anyone from the Menagerie.
'How Far I'll Go' is from Moana, and it's here mainly because of how Morgana felt at the 'time' she sings it. But the biggest thing here is just really the beginning of Morgana. Not hating the Medieval church, but that's just to help show just how badly Uther Pendragon messed up with that.
Until next time. Please let me know what you think.