Notes:
Yoo! I'm back!
So remember when I said I pre-wrote three chapters...I miss remembered. I pre-wrote outlines and some dialogue but not the full chapter. So last night, I made a cool ass cover for this book, and I woke up at five and started writing. And six hours later (with breaks), I am done with chapter 1.
This book has many plot twists and exciting plot lines, so expect the unexpected because this book will not go how you think it will.
**Also, for those who don't read tags and ignore warnings, this book is labeled MATURE! For a good reason. It gets bad and dark in a few chapters; beware. I know I write pretty angsty shit, but there will be torture and fucked up shit soon, so just prewarning.**
Anywho, look forward to this book; it might be my best one yet!
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London
Sometime at the beginning of July
A man with dark curly hair walks down the street at a quickened pace. He was adorned with an all-black look, sporting a black baseball cap and blacked-out sunglasses. While also wearing a black set of workout clothes. He was, in fact, not leaving the gym but rather trying to be incognito on his walk back to his flat. He luckily landed a job not too far away from his home in London, and that meant every day after a long shift, he could walk back home and be comfortable in his own home rather than shacking it up in a hotel. But today was nice, no paparazzi following him, forcing him to take a cab rather than enjoy the nice hustle and bustle of the city. It was a soothing day, which was nice since it rained most of June, so it was finally starting to feel like summer, well as summer as it could get in London weather.
The man looked up at the sun briefly to bask in its rays when he saw something rather particular. It was a.. visual light show or something of that nature. Well, whatever it was, it depicted a skull with a snake coming from the mouth. It was made to look like green smoke; in all honesty, it was rather cool looking, so the young man stopped to stare at it. He was wondering what kind of event was happening, but when he looked around, he noticed he had walked to where he was completely alone. It was the park right before his flat, all he had to do was cross through the park, and he'd be home.
But that's when something odd happened. A very beautiful woman he'd never seen before was walking his way, smiling. The young man politely smiled in return, walking passed the woman, thinking that maybe she was new to the area as he'd never seen her before. But as she passed, he heard her footsteps stop.
Curiously he moved to turn around when it all went wrong.
The last few things he saw were a rather nasty smile adorning the pretty lady's face and a black bag being shoved over his head.
Then he knew no more as he seemed to have lost consciousness seconds later.
June 4, 2007
10:24 am
There was a silence in the air as if waiting for what was to happen next. The person standing at the edge of the lake was lightly coughing, her rather thin frame shaking from breathing in air that was so foreign and dirty. The long dark brown hair and vibrant blue eyes made the beautiful woman seem out of place at this weird abandoned beach. The light cough turned into a rather hard hacking cough reverberating through her body as she breathed in this new modern air. After a few harsh minutes, the woman seemed to adjust, and she stood tall, taking in her immediate surroundings.
As she looked up, another car drove by.
"That is...?Hmmmmm?" She mumbles to herself before waving her hand and drying herself completely.
Suddenly a whirlwind starts to gather around her. It forms at her feet until it completely envelops her body before transporting her to another location.
And soon she steps foot on the Isle of the Blessed.
The Order Meeting
10:30 am
Merlin, who was last seen clutching his heart, felt a pulse of old magic in the air. It was old, ancient even for him.
This wasn't Morgana...was it? If so, she would have fully regained her memories and been as powerful as before.
But, no...it felt different...older.
Merlin felt someone's arm around his shoulder, but he paid no mind as he was feeling something else. Besides the use of old magic, there was someone trying to break into the Isle of the Blessed. And simultaneously, someone was entering the boundaries of the Crystal Cave.
It couldn't be the same person doing both, so he let go of his chest and gasped in the air after he forgot to breathe and walked to his desk; he'd stashed the Crystal somewhere in there; it would make things clearer.
The people around him broke him out of his trance, briefly, but this was much too important, something was happening, and it was something big.
All too soon, he got a hold of the crystal, and images started to appear, Morgana looking rather twisted with a wand in her hand, then... Mordred appeared looking bloody and beaten, then...a face Merlin never ever expected to see again in his life appeared. Someone who was a relic of the past appeared in a foretelling of the future.
That woman... Merlin's thoughts broke through his brain-to-mouth filter, and he spoke rather briefly in shock,
"No way...No way!"
And in a quiet voice not even Remus heard, he said her name,
"Nimueh," before he apparated out of the room with a large crack.
Surprising all those in the room with his weird behavior.
Malfoy Estate
June 4, 2007
10:40 am
Morgan was sitting patiently, watching the hustle and bustle of the dark wizards following Voldemort's orders. It was very lively in here since the death of that old guy Draco said was killed. Draco was apparently supposed to have killed him but couldn't do it, and some other man did, so Draco was sulking next to her. She felt he wasn't really that sad about failing but rather about what happened.
But she didn't turn him away she rather liked Draco as he was kind of adorable, like one would find a younger brother. So she sat next to Draco, trying to show him her phone and all the cool stuff it did, he was listening, but he seemed more conscious of the people watching as anything muggle was frowned upon.
It was a rather peaceful day when things changed. Morgan, who was holding the phone in front of Draco, dropped it suddenly.
Draco was startled, looking at her confused. But Morgan acted like she wasn't there; her eyes looked rather lifeless as she stared at the floor, not seeing anything in particular...no she felt something deep within her heart. Like something was happening.
Suddenly a vision happened as she was awake. She saw a place she'd never seen before; it seemed to be a mystical cave with millions of crystals everywhere. The vision wasn't long, but she saw it and felt like it was calling for her to come.
Suddenly she gasped, coming back and finally saw the phone on the ground and Draco looking worried.
"Morgan? Are you alright?" Draco said for the third time, yet Morgan only just seemed to register it.
"I...I...I don't know." Morgan stuttered out, unsure of what was happening.
Voldemort was watching as well but didn't say anything as he found the girl rather like an unsolvable puzzle, and he was tempted to just break it to get the prize rather than solve it.
Morgan stood up, abandoning her forgotten phone on the floor, and walked to Voldemort in a manner only she was brave enough to do. She never cowered in front of him.
"What?" Voldemort asked as she stood before him, yet never said anything for a minute.
"I saw a vision." Some people looked rather intrigued by the word vision but didn't show it.
"And what was it of?" Voldemort asked as Morgan seemed to be lost in thought rather than focusing on the conversation at hand.
"I've seen a cave full of crystals. It reminds me of something my sister told me. The birthplace of magic...but why now...?" Morgan said, remembering her past life's sister's teaching.
Voldemort looked rather interested now.
"The birthplace of magic? There is such a place?" He asks.
"Yes, my sister used to tell me, it was where magic came from and where prophecies began. It was said to contain the knowledge of the past, present, and the future, just by staring into those crystals." Morgana said, clearly hearing her sister's voice in her memories.
Voldemort's eyes gleamed,
"Oh really? So you know where this place is?" He asked, very intrigued about something called the birthplace of magic.
"Yes, I think so... I can see the terrain; it reminds me of the Valley of the Fallen Kings," Morgana said as she could see places that seemed to trigger her memories.
"Valley of the Fallen Kings? Where is that?" Voldemort said never heard of this place.
"I...well, it's probability called something different now," Morgan said, rolling her eyes.
"Can you get there?" Voldemort said icily.
"Hmmm, maybe. Here let's go." Morgan said, holding out her hand.
Voldemort stared at it, not touching it.
Morgana looked confused, shaking her hand again.
"I am not letting you apparate me anywhere; I am happy not to get splinched," Voldemort said, belittling her poor excuse of magic.
"Splinched? What's that?" Morgan asked, confused.
"It happens if you don't know how to apparate properly." Another Death Eater said, scoffing at her for not knowing the basics.
But Morgan just brushed the jab off.
"Who said I was apparating? The old religion is much more complex, and we can transport ourselves without losing limbs. Ha, new magic seems rather rudimentary." Morgana said to the Death Eater who spoke to her.
"Are you coming? Well, if you want to go, you have to, as only I know how to get there." Morgan said, annoyed at her companions.
She turned to Draco,
"Come." She said, holding out her hand.
Draco picked up her phone and held Morgan's hand, looking like he'd rather disappear.
Voldemort glared; he knew she was trying to make a point bringing the little Malfoy along but sighed as he pointed to three Death Eaters and motioned them to follow.
"Can you handle more?" Voldemort said in a taunting tone.
"Yes, I can; I hope you don't forget Voldemort, I am Morgana Pendragon, and I am far more powerful than you will ever know," Morgan said, looking rather regal.
The wind started at their feet, soon encasing them, and soon they, too, were transported to a new place.
The Isle of the Blessed
10:30 am
Nimueh, a woman who was the sole caretaker of the Isle for years, broke through Merlin's barriers and landed softly on the grounds of the Isle of the Blessed.
As she stepped on the shores of the island, she noticed barely anything was out of place when she last left it. She walked through the grounds, and she noticed signs of a rather fresh battle but ignored it as no one was on this island but her.
She walked around aimlessly till she stood before where she died.
Nimueh chuckled. Was this peace after death? She thought to herself.
She wasn't angry anymore nor vengeful. Rather she felt like laughing at the events that led to her death. She felt like she should have known that that baby prince would be that man of the legends.
Of course, she had heard the prophecies of Emrys. She could remember trying to get some Druids she knew to shut up about it after hearing the story fifty times. But as most her age, the legends of Emrys and the once and future king were just fables to make magical children hope for a more peaceful time.
How was she to know Emrys would strike her down?
She thinks this all to herself as she stares at a blackened mark on the floor where she presumably perished.
Sighing, she stopped looking at her gruesome grave and walked further into the castle.
T he ground was wet and muddy, leaving imprints and footprints as she traversed the old ruins. She eventually appeared near an old desk that had seen better days, and she pulled a drawer open.
The desk fell apart at the touch making the sorceress sigh. But trifling through the rubble, she could not find what she was looking for.
"I die, and a thief rummages through my things," Nimueh says, annoyed but instead walks over to her old scrying bowl.
It's filled with dirty rainwater, but it would serve its purpose.
"Let's see...what should I look at...Camelot?"
Nimueh ponders aloud as the water ripples to reveal a broken but blurry castle.
"Wards? Powerful ones, but how odd, Camelot fell?"
Nimueh has a bad feeling she looks through old magical sights and see's wards and ruins. Also, she catches glimpses of the modern world; whether it is a car driving by or a tall glass building, she realizes something is wrong. Something is very wrong.
She backs away from the water holding her head. This was not the world she knew; it was, but not. She needed definite answers; she needed the Crystal Cave.
After a weary look at the water, she disappeared in the wind once again, heading to the cave.
Isle of the Blessed
10:36 am
Merlin appeared in a puddle. He frowned, looking down at his muddy and wet dress shoes.
Sighing, he stepped out of the puddle and looked around, seeing and sensing no one. Still, he knows he felt a breach, so he walks to a spot in particular and sees something rather alarming.
A set of small footprints in the mud just before a burnt patch of blackened ground. The image of the crystal flashes in his head once again, and he freezes.
"No way," Merlin says to himself, even though it is really happening.
He follows the footprints into the castle and walks the path Nimueh walked before appearing before the murky scrying bowl.
Merlin felt goosebumps on his arms.
A foe from the past seems to have returned.
Crystal Cave
10:36 am
Nimueh lands on the wet ground before the entrance to the cave. She breathed in a fresh breath of air as the air near this place seemed cleaner. She silently walked into the cave, needing to confirm some things.
Inside the cave was exactly as it had been the last time she was there.
She walked up to a spot where it seemed like a crystal was broken off.
This was the particular spot she broke the Crystal of Neahtid all those years ago when she was but a young priestess. She briefly stared at that spot before walking to a new cluster of crystals a reached for a new one. Her eyes glowed a golden hue, and a crystal broke free, landing in her hands.
A new Crystal of Neahtid was born.
Once the crystal fell into her hand, she saw the past.
Briefly, she saw her death. Then she saw the death of the baby prince turned king, she saw Kilgharrah, that old dragon, die, and she saw the world change. The world grew and evolved as the decades passed. But she noticed something every few years that young boy Merlin would appear looking older and sadder as time passed. Eventually, she saw him lie down in what looked like a cell, and she didn't see him anymore as the world continued to change.
She pulled her eyes away from the crystal.
It wasn't that the world was different it was rather she had been misplaced into the far future of her evolved world.
Crystal Cave
10:43 am
Morgan, Draco, Voldemort, and the other Death Eaters appeared at the entrance of the Crystal Cave.
They all appeared in one piece, and the wizards of the modern age felt cheated as this way of travel was pleasant rather than the squeezing feeling of apparation.
Morgan let go of the hands she was holding and stalked forward, going into the cave before being violently jerked back by Voldemort.
"What?!" She yelled, affronted.
"We are not alone," Voldemort said quietly, looking into the cave.
He felt uneasy, almost like Myridian Emrys was standing in the shadows of the cave.
"Who goes there? Emrys?" Morgan shouts, looking into the darkness, also uneasy, thinking similarly in line with Voldemort.
A soft enchanting laugh leaves the cave. And soon, a small and beautiful woman exits the cave, crystal in hand.
"I was wondering who would show, but I must say I was not expecting the little feisty girl from Camelot," Nimueh says, remembering Morgana from her times tormenting Camelot.
"Who are you? I don't recognize you from the past." Morgana asks, startled by Camelot being brought up.
"No, you wouldn't; I died not too long after I met you." Nimueh sighed.
She looked at Morgana's companions, the little boy, and the monster. Then she looked at the masked individuals in the back.
Nimueh frowned while looking at the lot.
"So this is what magic amounted to in the future, huh? Rather pathetic," Nimueh said, not interested in the group ahead of her any longer.
"To confuse me with Emrys, though, haha, should I feel touched? Honestly, I feel sort of annoyed." Nimueh laughed to herself.
"Hmmm, what's wrong with you? And obviously, there is something wrong with you." Nimueh asks Morgana and states the obvious to Voldemort, who, if looks could kill Nimueh, would be dead.
"What's wrong with me?" Morgana asks.
"You're different. You are clearly young, not immortal, not like him , but your magic it's muddy. It's like your soul is not only your own, like there are two people slowly merging into one body." Nimueh said, having never seen something like this before.
Whatever had caused it was old magic, older than anything she'd ever seen. Not even Emrys could be capable of something like that.
The immortal comment went under Voldemort's lack-there-of nose, as he thought she was talking of him when she really meant Merlin. And Morgana soon answered Nimueh's queries while making her own assumptions.
"Oh my god! You...you're a... I'm so stupid how did I not see? She's a reincarnation like me!" Morgan says, turning to Voldemort and smiling.
Voldemort looked as intrigued as the witch before him felt strong.
"Oh really?" He said, smiling, thinking this was going to be another easy pawn.
"Reincarnation? How do you mean?" Nimueh asked, intrigued at this new magic that had happened in her absence.
"My name was Morgana Pendragon, Queen of Camelot," Morgan said, smiling.
Nimueh, however, frowned deeply at the surname Pendragon and looked confused about the queen comment.
"But I was reincarnated, like you, into the body of Morgan, a muggle. But as I regain my memories, I grow stronger." Morgan said.
Nimueh frowned; that was definitely not her situation, but she went along with that story.
"I see a reincarnation; I wonder who cast that kind of powerful magic. Hmmm, anyway, why are you here?" Nimueh asked.
"This is the Crystal Cave, no?" Morgan said, looking at the crystal in the woman's hand.
"It is."
"We've come here to gain knowledge against Emrys," Morgan said.
"Do you know of him?"
"Yes. He killed me in the past." Nimueh enlighted the group to her demise.
Morgan smiled,
"Me too! He killed me as well."
Nimueh didn't see what was so grand about being murdered by the boy of prophecies.
"This is great; join me! Together we can kill Emrys together, get our revenge, and rule together." Morgana said, grabbing Nimueh's hands excitedly.
However, Nimueh had other plans in this life. She rejected Morgana's hands and looked a bit disgusted.
"No."
"What?" Morgan said, frowning.
"Why not? He killed you as he did I; do you not want revenge? Are you afraid of him?" She asked, looking confused and angry.
Nimueh just sighed,
"I already tried to kill Emrys once before, and I died. I no longer hold any anger against him. If I had better foresight, I probably wouldn't have tried to kill him."
"What?" Morgana asked again.
But Nimueh just continued on,
"I, too, was once filled with bloodlust and revenge; I, too, was once stupid enough to try to get Emrys killed. You can't kill him; if only I'd known then...I may have joined him...haaa well then was a different time..who knows it's all up to destiny really..." Nimueh sighed with a sad frown.
This time Voldemort didn't miss it.
"What do you mean he can't die?"
Nimueh had looked towards the noseless monster with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Emrys is immortality itself. What do they teach magic folk nowadays?" Nimueh said, surprised that they didn't know the meaning of Emrys.
"Wait! You mean that crazy old man has been alive all this time?" Morgan asked, scared for the first time since her death; she imagined how much stronger the old man would have gotten if he had never died.
Nimueh paused at the old comment but smirked,
"Who knows..maybe." She found it funny seeing the torment on their faces.
Voldemort took that answer another way.
He believed that he would know whether or not someone was living immortally in the magical world, considering he had been researching it in his youth for a very long time. So Voldemort understood it as his family would be around forever. Because as far as Voldemort knows, the Emrys family has literally been around forever; it is probably one of the oldest pureblood families in existence.
But then again, Voldemort was smiling at the possibility that if he were Immortal or an ancestor of his since Morgana kept mentioning some old man, then that would mean immortality was not but a fever dream.
It was something graspable.
Morgana had enough and asked again.
"One last time, I will ask, join us, join me and let's kill Emrys. We can see if he's really immortal when I stab a sword through his heart. No matter how immortal you may think he is, there is always some way to kill him; there has to be." Morgana said viciously.
Nimueh sighed, shaking her head again,
"Maybe...but I'm not making that mistake again, haha. I plan to have a long life. No." Nimueh laughed at Morgana's nativity, thinking she could take Emrys after dying once already by his hand.
And also for the fact that she was so powerless in comparison to the days of the old.
Morgana raged inside.
"So that means you are my enemy, then? So then you need to die!" Morgana said, thinking that if this woman didn't join her, then she'd be better off dead, as it would be bad if she joined forces with Emrys.
Morgana pulled out her wand as her companions followed suit.
Except for Draco, who was holding his head in his hands ever since the Emrys talk.
But even without him, Morgana shot off her first spell, a cutting curse sending it spiraling to Nimueh's face.
It bounced off a wordless shield charm.
Nimueh seemed bored.
"Pathetic. Forbearne! Akwele!" She yelled, conjuring a fireball.
"It's a sad sight to see that thousands of years later, the magic on this earth is reduced to such insignificant measly beings as you. How could you fools abandon the Old Religion, the power of the Triple Goddess, magic in its purest form? To call yourself sorcerers is a disgrace on your lineage." She lectured as the fireball got bigger and bigger.
"Perish." She said as the fireball surged forward.
Voldemort stepped to the side, not relying on his shield charm.
Morgana tried to block it with a spell of the old religion, luckily just managing to block herself and Draco.
Unfortunately, when Voldemort sidestepped the spell and hit the three Death Eaters behind him, they faced the brunt of it all, burning to a crisp on the spot, they weren't completely dead, but they weren't far from the afterlife either.
"Ah, it feels nice to put idiots in their place. The fact you couldn't see how much stronger I am is a testament to how weak you truly are." Nimueh said with a wicked smile of her own, adorning her pretty face.
Nimueh only gave a second to breathe, raising her hand and watching them flinch before the words even came out of her mouth; her eyes blazed gold as she yelled,
"Astrice!"
Morgana's hand shot out,
"Shieldan!" she screamed as her eyes blazed the same golden glow.
The Dark lord watched in fascination as he stood off to the side, watching two relics of the past go at it.
"How can you not want revenge? Y-you psychotic bitch!" Morgana screamed, struggling more than she thought she would.
"If I knew he was Emrys when I met him, I would've never done what I did. I would have never touched his King. I regret it. But I know my limits, and I follow the old religion, and balance will be kept, and me atoning for my sins is my balance. Working with you is not my destiny. No, my destiny is something greater this time." Nimueh said, not backing down nor letting Morgana persuade her.
Morgana just screamed in anger, unleashing the old magic in anger.
Nimueh smirked,
"An untrained child." She said under her breath while laughing.
"Hierste thaet cicen sona." Morgana shouted as the ground around the women set aflame she would burn everything in her anger.
Nimueh laughed loudly,
"Let me show you something Emrys taught me." The women laughed as the sky started to darken and thunder roared across the sky.
Lighting flashed all around them.
But before she could release the spell, Voldemort flung a cutting curse at her stomach, stopping her in her tracks.
The storm raged on, but Nimueh started to cough up blood, but nonetheless, she looked calm and eerie with a smile covered in blood.
"I died once before; I fear nothing." She declared falling as rain fell with her.
Drenching the people and the surroundings.
Thunder crashed like rain in the area as she crumbled to her knees. And she fell lifeless and limp after but a moment.
Morgana panted, exhausting herself as she wasn't used to using magic yet; she looked to her strong companion. A vile creature who left his humanity behind but a powerful ally nonetheless.
"Thank you. Shame, she could have been useful, but she was foolhardy."
Voldemort looked as if he couldn't believe he had killed the lady but sighed,
"Grab the crystal she has and let us leave I'd rather not get killed by the aftermath of her last spell," Voldemort says, watching in morbid fascination as the lighting starts falling closer and closer to them.
"Right!" Morgana says, pulling out a pouch and grabbing the crystal with a bit of difficulty as it was clutched rather tightly in the dead woman's hand.
But after getting it free, she secured it on her waist and pulled Draco along as she transported them out of there.
A final lighting bolt hits the ground below them right as they disappear.
A few minutes later...
One of the presumed dead Death Eaters rises with an unsteady balance. He was farther to the back when the attack went down; he got barely singed but was knocked unconscious. The man looked at the woman's bloody corpse. Then he took a quick look at his surroundings, but that was his mistake.
The woman rose from the ground, bloody and hurt, but still alive.
She lifted a dagger from inside her cloak, stabbing the Death Eater.
"Foolish child, always keep your eyes on your enemies. Or rather make sure they dead."
Nimueh held his mouth shut,
"Ah, ah, shhh. I need you for something, can't get interrupted just yet."
Nimueh said, and she lifted her hand to the sky,
"Ic, seo heahsacerd, the acwelle, strengthe ealdan aewfaestnesse!" Nimeuh whispered to the sky, killing the man, and she opened her mouth and drank the rainwater that fell from it.
The wounds on her body slowly healed as the man she stabbed slowly died.
"A life for a life, balance, it's how the old religion works," Nimeuh said, smirking as she dropped his body to the floor.
She looks at the cave and sighs,
"Now I need another crystal," Nimueh says as she walks back into the cave.
The storm clearing, and her clothes drying as she walks in.
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Notes:
Hehehehehehehehehehehehe
You all thought Arthur was back, nahhhhhhh hahaha.
Sorry, sorry, that was the biggest plot twist I had so far.
I have 50 chapters in this book; do y'all really think I'm bringing Arthur back now?
Haha no. He must be the grand finale.
Don't be too hard on yourself. I purposely described it pretty ambiguous so you wouldn't know. I've been waiting to write this for a long time. Arthur will definitely come back, no worries but not today.
Also, next chapter Merlin shows up at this messy battlefield.
