Disclaimer: I don't own any of Marion Zimmer Bradley's characters. If I add
anyone of my own creation I'll let you know. And yes I do know how to spell
"Morgaine" wait and see why I spelled it wrong at the beginning. Ok I do
own the plot ( what little of it there is anyway). Oh and I own the little
room she finds (or at least I wish I did) ok I don't but I own something
like it… but you don't really want to hear about my really boring life so
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Today had been a normal day. Not a good day. A normal day. Normal days were not good. Definitely not good. It had been another day full of laughter. But not Morgan's laughter. Other people laughing at her. Morgan was a fifteen year old girl and she was considered a bit of a joke at her school. Just because I'm different she thought bitterly. She wasn't pretty. If anyone told her that she just laughed. But they didn't. People rarely spoke to her if they could help it. Her teachers ignored her and her parents didn't care. No, she corrected herself they hadn't cared. Her parents were dead now. She had to remember that. She remembered how they had been young and fair. They didn't quite take life seriously. It was that that killed them. It was a dark night and they had just been to a dinner party with Morgan. They were laughing about it on the drive home and didn't realize that the storm had made the river swell. By then it was too late. Morgan only just survived by jumping clear as the car sank. Mustn't think of that she thought desperately. Now she was in Wales. Her Grandmother lived in Wales and she was the only one who would take her. Her Grandmother lived in Caer Bernlyddn, a huge castle near the Holy Isles. Morgan swept her wispy black hair out of her eyes and got to work on her homework…
Morgaine sighed. It had been a long day on the Isle of Avalon. She had finally made it home. Old and weary as she was she was the only one qualified to be Lady of the Lake while a new one made ready. But she was so tired…
Morgan had finished her homework quickly. It wasn't hard because she was so smart. "Why don't you go outside?" Her Grandmother asked her "You have such pale skin it would do you some good!" Great. thought Morgan How on earth will I get out of this one? At that moment lightning cut across the quickly darkening sky.
"Now why does it have to rain right now?" her grandmother said to herself, but she would looking at Morgan approvingly. I wonder if she knows what I was thinking! thought Morgan, startled, but she put that thought from her head soon enough as there was a whole Castle to explore…
Morgaine was still tired. She wanted to sleep-to die! She was to old to be the Lady and go to the Beltane Fires. At once she had an idea she picked up a little brown book and began to write…
Morgan had seen everything. Well not everything but most of it was quite dull. She walked past a suit of armour. wow. Exciting. she thought sarcastically then she saw a little room at the end of the hall. It wasn't very easy to see because the door was the same as the panels around it. Maybe someone didn't want me to see it. she thought and ice crept slowly up her spine. She opened the door (though not without some difficulty) and went inside…
Morgaine put down her quill. She had filled the whole book. She slipped a small slip of paper in the back and put a spell of invincibility on the book she then gave it to her daughter along with a small castle in Cornwall and sent her away. She went out on the grounds of Avalon and collected the roots: Fyrnyn, Ivalyr, and Riddlyn. She put them in her tea, drank it, lay down on her bed and slept at last.
Today had been a normal day. Not a good day. A normal day. Normal days were not good. Definitely not good. It had been another day full of laughter. But not Morgan's laughter. Other people laughing at her. Morgan was a fifteen year old girl and she was considered a bit of a joke at her school. Just because I'm different she thought bitterly. She wasn't pretty. If anyone told her that she just laughed. But they didn't. People rarely spoke to her if they could help it. Her teachers ignored her and her parents didn't care. No, she corrected herself they hadn't cared. Her parents were dead now. She had to remember that. She remembered how they had been young and fair. They didn't quite take life seriously. It was that that killed them. It was a dark night and they had just been to a dinner party with Morgan. They were laughing about it on the drive home and didn't realize that the storm had made the river swell. By then it was too late. Morgan only just survived by jumping clear as the car sank. Mustn't think of that she thought desperately. Now she was in Wales. Her Grandmother lived in Wales and she was the only one who would take her. Her Grandmother lived in Caer Bernlyddn, a huge castle near the Holy Isles. Morgan swept her wispy black hair out of her eyes and got to work on her homework…
Morgaine sighed. It had been a long day on the Isle of Avalon. She had finally made it home. Old and weary as she was she was the only one qualified to be Lady of the Lake while a new one made ready. But she was so tired…
Morgan had finished her homework quickly. It wasn't hard because she was so smart. "Why don't you go outside?" Her Grandmother asked her "You have such pale skin it would do you some good!" Great. thought Morgan How on earth will I get out of this one? At that moment lightning cut across the quickly darkening sky.
"Now why does it have to rain right now?" her grandmother said to herself, but she would looking at Morgan approvingly. I wonder if she knows what I was thinking! thought Morgan, startled, but she put that thought from her head soon enough as there was a whole Castle to explore…
Morgaine was still tired. She wanted to sleep-to die! She was to old to be the Lady and go to the Beltane Fires. At once she had an idea she picked up a little brown book and began to write…
Morgan had seen everything. Well not everything but most of it was quite dull. She walked past a suit of armour. wow. Exciting. she thought sarcastically then she saw a little room at the end of the hall. It wasn't very easy to see because the door was the same as the panels around it. Maybe someone didn't want me to see it. she thought and ice crept slowly up her spine. She opened the door (though not without some difficulty) and went inside…
Morgaine put down her quill. She had filled the whole book. She slipped a small slip of paper in the back and put a spell of invincibility on the book she then gave it to her daughter along with a small castle in Cornwall and sent her away. She went out on the grounds of Avalon and collected the roots: Fyrnyn, Ivalyr, and Riddlyn. She put them in her tea, drank it, lay down on her bed and slept at last.
