Chapter Two: I loved you forever and life times before. .. . ..
Uther Pendragon, king over Great Britain, newly of course, watched out over the stone circles into the sunset.
"You came." He said with a smile.
His form changed and he was wearing deep blue robes and golden bracelets of serpents up and down his arms. On top of his head was a crown of the same snakes.
"How could I not? I was brought here by my dreams, and my dreams never lie." A woman wearing a similar pair of robes walked up to him.
She had beautiful wavy light brown locks. Around her wrists were Dragons, symbols of power, and healing, like snakes.
"Igraine .. . .." Uther whispered bringing her closer.
"No, Morgan, remember?" she smiled up at him, touching the moonstone ornament about her neck.
They looked out to the sea.
"But the priests knew." He said simply.
The woman nodded her head gazing out to where the Isle of Atlas-Alamesios once shinned with its perfection. The isle now told as Atlantis.
Morgan was simply her title, not a name, it meant priestess, and nothing more.
"We are forsworn." The man sighed.
"But we brought the secrets here so that they might never be lost. The priests bade us to do so!" she defended their actions.
" We broke an oath that was made to the gods, and such an oath resound through all time, and we broke it, so we shall suffer for it." He sighed, "The great god, he gave us this power, the fire he stole, and since we have misused it, he must suffer. It was supposed to be lost Morgan!" he said to her, accusingly.
"Maybe not, we built this temple so that all that wisdom may never die, perhaps one day mankind will learn not to use it for greed, but instead for all good."
Tears streamed her face. The man swept her up in his arms.
"I don't care what the priests say." He told her, "They tell us that true happiness is only found outside the great wheel of death and rebirth, I don't believe it. I love this earth, and I love being with you. They say this life is meant to teach us and help us become perfection, so that we might leave the wheel. But I don't want that." He faced her.
"I love you Morgan, with a love stronger than death, and if I must give up that perfection, then I say, so be it. As long as I may be with you life after life thought the ages."
He gazed onto the stones around him "people will forget, and this will become no more then a ring of stones, but I will remember and come back for you."
"I as well" Repeated Morgan
The image changed and instead of Morgan and the priest, Uther and Igraine faced each other, "I have loved you Igrane," he said as a smile played on his lips, "Forever and life times before that, and I will love you for every life time that shall follow."
"Until the end of time." The child of Avalon said to her king.
They changed again, into Nefertitti and Pharaoh, "You, my queen, hold my love and my heart, no other holds that right."
"And you hold mine, as no other does." She repeated to him.
Multiple times the forms changed again, not staying within chronological time. Each time the forms were either recognizable famous people, or just a man and a woman, nameless.
They changed forms one last time, but remained within shadows.
For the second light appeared on the faces, a witch and a wizard woke from their peaceful sleep in an unplotable castle somewhere in Wales.
*`.*~`*.~
"Stress." Hermione breathed. "Just stress."
Nothing else logically came to mind when she remembered the dream that came to her on her first night back at the castle.
"Mione?" she heard Lavender mumble from her left. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, just a nightmare." She said to her friend.
"You sure? You were mumbling some weird words I never head before." Lavender sat up in her bed and faced the sixteen year old Bookworm
"Yeah I'm fine, as I said nightmare."
"Why don't you tell me, Mother always said that dreams told never come back."
"I might want this one back." Hermione told her friend, "It seems to be important even if it is rather scary."
"Alright, suit yourself, but if you change your mind, I'm still here."
Hermione nodded. Lavender nodded and went back to sleep.
Looking at the clock, she read the time as 5:30 sighing she got up, it was only a half an hour until she normally woke anyway, a head start wouldn't hurt. Plus she might be able to write her mother and ask how Emily and everyone is doing.
She stopped short of her dresser, seeing on it the same moonstone necklace that she wore in the dream.
Walking up to make sure she wasn't seeing things, she noticed a note underneath it.
"I thought that maybe you would like this back" it read, and that was it.
Dumbledore's name came to mind, but the writing wasn't curvy in any means. It was strictly print.
She picked up the paper. It was soft, like silk, whoever had given this to her had either a lot of money, or a great transfiguration power.
Soon it vanished, leaving nothing.
Hermione would have gone 'eep' if she weren't used to that kind of thing occurring.
"I won't wear it." She said firmly putting it in her untouched drawers.
"Mione you getting up?" Lavender stirred again.
"I couldn't fall back asleep, it's nearly six any way." She explained.
"Then I should get up as well." Lavender stood up and looked at her friend. "What wont you wear if you don't mind me asking?"
Hermione blushed, "You weren't sleeping," she accused.
"No, now what wont you wear."
Hermione reached into the drawer and handed it over to Lavender, "You can have it."
"It's so beautiful! But I can't wear this! Why won't you?"
"It was sent to me and I have no clue who sent it, so naturally I would rather not risk it."
"Come on Mione, try it on?" Lavender pressed.
Hermione remembered the image beside her in the dream, and then said, firmly, to her friend "No."
"Well, it feels wrong for anyone else to wear it, so I guess if you don't wear it, it shan't be worn." Lavender handed it back, "It does seem a shame, such a beautiful necklace gone to waste!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and put it back.
"Let's get ready for classes, shall we?" Hermione suggested.
She, after dressing grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote a quick letter to her mom.
"Mother, father, and Little Emily,
I won't be coming home for winter or spring holidays, as according to your request for me to stay far from the baby.
I would like to know what's going on over there, and I send Emily my love even if you do not tell her that.
I arrived safely to school, but I need to know, should I make plans to stay over at Ron's for the entire summer?
Write back soon.
Mione~" she thought it was good.
"Lavender, I need to send this letter off, I'll meet you down in the great hall when I'm done ok?"
"Fine here, see you Hermione."
And she ran up to the owlrey.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*
Draco found himself sitting up in his bed sweating; the dream had indeed scared him.
"What the fuck?" he whispered remembering the woman next to him in the dream. He shook his head furiously, "Nah, it's impossible." He ran his fingers through his hair, but stopped looking at his arms.
From his wrists up to his shoulders, his arms were completely covered in snake tattoos.
In the Dream, only the priest held the ornaments, all the other figures held the tattoos.
"Shit." He whispered under his breath, "How in the hell do I explain this one?" he turned his arms about inspecting the tattoos. They had covered a great deal of skin, and if his memory served him, these tattoos stated clearly that, if he were born two thousand or so years earlier, he would be king. But old traditions faded, and the few who actually remembered, would think it just a normal tattoo.
It also made little sense. If all that was a dream, then why was he given the rite of the King? Why did he posses the proof of loyalty from those who still practiced the Elder craft from the time when Muggles and Wizards lived peacefully together?
This was all too confusing.
Instead of driving himself to mental insanity, he chose an especially long sleeved robe to wear, and headed down to breakfast.
After all, when he looked at the clock it was six. He was late.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
AN: I know it seems totally different from the first chapter but work with me.
I got the idea for the dream from the Mists of Avalon.
Those who haven't read it should. I thought the story of Igraine and Uther was a good one since it fit Draco and Hermione just fine.
Not to mentioned, for Igraine and Uther, the life times before had already happened, thus what Morgan/ Igraine was talking about.
I won't revolve the story around the past idea until it is necessary; this was just perfect placement to introduce it. Later you'll see things get more into this.
So enjoy!!
RELENA
Uther Pendragon, king over Great Britain, newly of course, watched out over the stone circles into the sunset.
"You came." He said with a smile.
His form changed and he was wearing deep blue robes and golden bracelets of serpents up and down his arms. On top of his head was a crown of the same snakes.
"How could I not? I was brought here by my dreams, and my dreams never lie." A woman wearing a similar pair of robes walked up to him.
She had beautiful wavy light brown locks. Around her wrists were Dragons, symbols of power, and healing, like snakes.
"Igraine .. . .." Uther whispered bringing her closer.
"No, Morgan, remember?" she smiled up at him, touching the moonstone ornament about her neck.
They looked out to the sea.
"But the priests knew." He said simply.
The woman nodded her head gazing out to where the Isle of Atlas-Alamesios once shinned with its perfection. The isle now told as Atlantis.
Morgan was simply her title, not a name, it meant priestess, and nothing more.
"We are forsworn." The man sighed.
"But we brought the secrets here so that they might never be lost. The priests bade us to do so!" she defended their actions.
" We broke an oath that was made to the gods, and such an oath resound through all time, and we broke it, so we shall suffer for it." He sighed, "The great god, he gave us this power, the fire he stole, and since we have misused it, he must suffer. It was supposed to be lost Morgan!" he said to her, accusingly.
"Maybe not, we built this temple so that all that wisdom may never die, perhaps one day mankind will learn not to use it for greed, but instead for all good."
Tears streamed her face. The man swept her up in his arms.
"I don't care what the priests say." He told her, "They tell us that true happiness is only found outside the great wheel of death and rebirth, I don't believe it. I love this earth, and I love being with you. They say this life is meant to teach us and help us become perfection, so that we might leave the wheel. But I don't want that." He faced her.
"I love you Morgan, with a love stronger than death, and if I must give up that perfection, then I say, so be it. As long as I may be with you life after life thought the ages."
He gazed onto the stones around him "people will forget, and this will become no more then a ring of stones, but I will remember and come back for you."
"I as well" Repeated Morgan
The image changed and instead of Morgan and the priest, Uther and Igraine faced each other, "I have loved you Igrane," he said as a smile played on his lips, "Forever and life times before that, and I will love you for every life time that shall follow."
"Until the end of time." The child of Avalon said to her king.
They changed again, into Nefertitti and Pharaoh, "You, my queen, hold my love and my heart, no other holds that right."
"And you hold mine, as no other does." She repeated to him.
Multiple times the forms changed again, not staying within chronological time. Each time the forms were either recognizable famous people, or just a man and a woman, nameless.
They changed forms one last time, but remained within shadows.
For the second light appeared on the faces, a witch and a wizard woke from their peaceful sleep in an unplotable castle somewhere in Wales.
*`.*~`*.~
"Stress." Hermione breathed. "Just stress."
Nothing else logically came to mind when she remembered the dream that came to her on her first night back at the castle.
"Mione?" she heard Lavender mumble from her left. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, just a nightmare." She said to her friend.
"You sure? You were mumbling some weird words I never head before." Lavender sat up in her bed and faced the sixteen year old Bookworm
"Yeah I'm fine, as I said nightmare."
"Why don't you tell me, Mother always said that dreams told never come back."
"I might want this one back." Hermione told her friend, "It seems to be important even if it is rather scary."
"Alright, suit yourself, but if you change your mind, I'm still here."
Hermione nodded. Lavender nodded and went back to sleep.
Looking at the clock, she read the time as 5:30 sighing she got up, it was only a half an hour until she normally woke anyway, a head start wouldn't hurt. Plus she might be able to write her mother and ask how Emily and everyone is doing.
She stopped short of her dresser, seeing on it the same moonstone necklace that she wore in the dream.
Walking up to make sure she wasn't seeing things, she noticed a note underneath it.
"I thought that maybe you would like this back" it read, and that was it.
Dumbledore's name came to mind, but the writing wasn't curvy in any means. It was strictly print.
She picked up the paper. It was soft, like silk, whoever had given this to her had either a lot of money, or a great transfiguration power.
Soon it vanished, leaving nothing.
Hermione would have gone 'eep' if she weren't used to that kind of thing occurring.
"I won't wear it." She said firmly putting it in her untouched drawers.
"Mione you getting up?" Lavender stirred again.
"I couldn't fall back asleep, it's nearly six any way." She explained.
"Then I should get up as well." Lavender stood up and looked at her friend. "What wont you wear if you don't mind me asking?"
Hermione blushed, "You weren't sleeping," she accused.
"No, now what wont you wear."
Hermione reached into the drawer and handed it over to Lavender, "You can have it."
"It's so beautiful! But I can't wear this! Why won't you?"
"It was sent to me and I have no clue who sent it, so naturally I would rather not risk it."
"Come on Mione, try it on?" Lavender pressed.
Hermione remembered the image beside her in the dream, and then said, firmly, to her friend "No."
"Well, it feels wrong for anyone else to wear it, so I guess if you don't wear it, it shan't be worn." Lavender handed it back, "It does seem a shame, such a beautiful necklace gone to waste!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and put it back.
"Let's get ready for classes, shall we?" Hermione suggested.
She, after dressing grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote a quick letter to her mom.
"Mother, father, and Little Emily,
I won't be coming home for winter or spring holidays, as according to your request for me to stay far from the baby.
I would like to know what's going on over there, and I send Emily my love even if you do not tell her that.
I arrived safely to school, but I need to know, should I make plans to stay over at Ron's for the entire summer?
Write back soon.
Mione~" she thought it was good.
"Lavender, I need to send this letter off, I'll meet you down in the great hall when I'm done ok?"
"Fine here, see you Hermione."
And she ran up to the owlrey.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*
Draco found himself sitting up in his bed sweating; the dream had indeed scared him.
"What the fuck?" he whispered remembering the woman next to him in the dream. He shook his head furiously, "Nah, it's impossible." He ran his fingers through his hair, but stopped looking at his arms.
From his wrists up to his shoulders, his arms were completely covered in snake tattoos.
In the Dream, only the priest held the ornaments, all the other figures held the tattoos.
"Shit." He whispered under his breath, "How in the hell do I explain this one?" he turned his arms about inspecting the tattoos. They had covered a great deal of skin, and if his memory served him, these tattoos stated clearly that, if he were born two thousand or so years earlier, he would be king. But old traditions faded, and the few who actually remembered, would think it just a normal tattoo.
It also made little sense. If all that was a dream, then why was he given the rite of the King? Why did he posses the proof of loyalty from those who still practiced the Elder craft from the time when Muggles and Wizards lived peacefully together?
This was all too confusing.
Instead of driving himself to mental insanity, he chose an especially long sleeved robe to wear, and headed down to breakfast.
After all, when he looked at the clock it was six. He was late.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
AN: I know it seems totally different from the first chapter but work with me.
I got the idea for the dream from the Mists of Avalon.
Those who haven't read it should. I thought the story of Igraine and Uther was a good one since it fit Draco and Hermione just fine.
Not to mentioned, for Igraine and Uther, the life times before had already happened, thus what Morgan/ Igraine was talking about.
I won't revolve the story around the past idea until it is necessary; this was just perfect placement to introduce it. Later you'll see things get more into this.
So enjoy!!
RELENA