What Morgana Said - Prologue
Description: The twin of Morgana LeFey was cursed as a child to wander throughout time, never ageing until she met the one person that would set her free. Now at Hogwarts, 11 years old, the person seems to have appeared. (H.P/OC) The story goes through all seven years at Hogwarts! There's also GW/DM. It'll get more Hogwarts-ish later on… this is just the prologue. A very pro-pro type of prologue.
Harry Potter would become a man of mystery, intrigue, power, and then some... Born under the star of Isis Of Ten Thousand Names, it would be hard for the boy not to be different. He was rich, handsome, powerful, and righteous but an all-round pain right up the tooshie at times. I don't know how it all happened, way back in the day where Tom Riddle was a mere boy, but I was there when he was born. Hell, I was there when the almighty King Arthur was born. You would wonder who I am, then? And what role I play. I shall tell you. I lived history as you know it, and never aged. I have felt sorrow, and tasted hatred. I understand pain more than my blood. My name is Morgaine. Morgaine LeFey. Sister to none other than Morgana LeFey. I must say our mother hadn't enough creativity to figure out some other name to tell the two of us apart. Morgana and Morgaine - they are the same names, dubbing to such similar people… but moving rapidly on. I had been cursed from day one. Cursed to wander the world forever young, just before adolescence, until I met the one person - a saviour, who would allow me to live a proper life. Who that person was? Guess and find out.
This is my story…
Year 1088 - September 23
"You've twins my Lady Igraine! Twin girls!", said the servant girl, tears sparkling in her eyes as she handed the two soft bundles. The woman - Igraine, stared mindlessly at her daughters, in her mind came only the pain that a few moments ago she suffered. These girls gave her pain, and for that she held very little love for them.
"Who is the eldest?", she demanded.
"Why, this one.", replied the servant girl, picking up the girl on the left.
"Then that is the girl I shall keep. Take her, Alainn, and see to it that she be given the utmost care.", said the woman, handing a struggling bundle to Alainn, the maid. She looked back at the girl left in her lap. The baby had dark hair already growing in long tendrils, and her eyes were a chocolate-brown that betrayed innocence. A very beautiful child, but the mother felt no joy in watching her. "You disgusting scum. I wish you feel the pain that I felt giving birth to you.", hissed her mother. "Cursed child. The heavens have you marked.", she said, and pausing, proceeded to summon an unnatural force. "I call upon the Mother Gaia to do me justice. Know the pain this, my own daughter, committed upon me and punish it!"
Needless to say the cry was heard, and a sudden darkness filled the room. Igraine's eyes widened as a very nude figure approached her, walking through the walls. The woman picked up the bundle on Igraine's lap. "You, I shall call Morgaine. For you who gives pain before life, you shall feel pain.", she declared, loud and clear in the bedchamber. Igraine could not stop gaping as the Mother Goddess, Gaia placed her forehead to that of her child's and muttered some words. When she looked up, Gaia turned to Igraine. "You have wished her pain, and that she shall feel. Ageing naught until some day she be freed by the one force that overpowers pain. I fare ye well, we shall not meet again."
A blink, a cough, and a brilliant flash later, Gaia was gone, leaving mother and child dumbfounded. Igraine spluttered, and gazed long at her daughter, thoroughly disgusted. Snarling, she whipped her hand through the air, and the newborn Morgaine flew off the bed and landed with a thud on the floor. Content that she had done enough damage for the night, Igraine laid back in her pillows, and her eyes closed on that world.
From the shadows, through a thin slice of doorway, the maid, Alainn, watched the exchanged with something akin to horror. Witnessing her mistress abuse her child had wrenched her heart out and left it beating on the ground. But she was afraid, she knew her mistress' wrath well, so without another word, Alainn turned her back on the child, Morgaine, and walked away. Thus; she was shunned, the newborn child of Igraine of Cornwall, cursed to suffer pain. A shadow from the day she was born.
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Author's Note: A short chapter everyone! This is my very first fanfic, so please be critical. Advice is much valued!!! Morgana LeFey was an extremely powerful figure in Celtic mythology and by far my most favorite of Goddesses (which she later becomes). I hope I didn't make Igraine into that much of an ogress… she was the mother of King Arthur… but I just don't like that woman! :P
Description: The twin of Morgana LeFey was cursed as a child to wander throughout time, never ageing until she met the one person that would set her free. Now at Hogwarts, 11 years old, the person seems to have appeared. (H.P/OC) The story goes through all seven years at Hogwarts! There's also GW/DM. It'll get more Hogwarts-ish later on… this is just the prologue. A very pro-pro type of prologue.
Harry Potter would become a man of mystery, intrigue, power, and then some... Born under the star of Isis Of Ten Thousand Names, it would be hard for the boy not to be different. He was rich, handsome, powerful, and righteous but an all-round pain right up the tooshie at times. I don't know how it all happened, way back in the day where Tom Riddle was a mere boy, but I was there when he was born. Hell, I was there when the almighty King Arthur was born. You would wonder who I am, then? And what role I play. I shall tell you. I lived history as you know it, and never aged. I have felt sorrow, and tasted hatred. I understand pain more than my blood. My name is Morgaine. Morgaine LeFey. Sister to none other than Morgana LeFey. I must say our mother hadn't enough creativity to figure out some other name to tell the two of us apart. Morgana and Morgaine - they are the same names, dubbing to such similar people… but moving rapidly on. I had been cursed from day one. Cursed to wander the world forever young, just before adolescence, until I met the one person - a saviour, who would allow me to live a proper life. Who that person was? Guess and find out.
This is my story…
Year 1088 - September 23
"You've twins my Lady Igraine! Twin girls!", said the servant girl, tears sparkling in her eyes as she handed the two soft bundles. The woman - Igraine, stared mindlessly at her daughters, in her mind came only the pain that a few moments ago she suffered. These girls gave her pain, and for that she held very little love for them.
"Who is the eldest?", she demanded.
"Why, this one.", replied the servant girl, picking up the girl on the left.
"Then that is the girl I shall keep. Take her, Alainn, and see to it that she be given the utmost care.", said the woman, handing a struggling bundle to Alainn, the maid. She looked back at the girl left in her lap. The baby had dark hair already growing in long tendrils, and her eyes were a chocolate-brown that betrayed innocence. A very beautiful child, but the mother felt no joy in watching her. "You disgusting scum. I wish you feel the pain that I felt giving birth to you.", hissed her mother. "Cursed child. The heavens have you marked.", she said, and pausing, proceeded to summon an unnatural force. "I call upon the Mother Gaia to do me justice. Know the pain this, my own daughter, committed upon me and punish it!"
Needless to say the cry was heard, and a sudden darkness filled the room. Igraine's eyes widened as a very nude figure approached her, walking through the walls. The woman picked up the bundle on Igraine's lap. "You, I shall call Morgaine. For you who gives pain before life, you shall feel pain.", she declared, loud and clear in the bedchamber. Igraine could not stop gaping as the Mother Goddess, Gaia placed her forehead to that of her child's and muttered some words. When she looked up, Gaia turned to Igraine. "You have wished her pain, and that she shall feel. Ageing naught until some day she be freed by the one force that overpowers pain. I fare ye well, we shall not meet again."
A blink, a cough, and a brilliant flash later, Gaia was gone, leaving mother and child dumbfounded. Igraine spluttered, and gazed long at her daughter, thoroughly disgusted. Snarling, she whipped her hand through the air, and the newborn Morgaine flew off the bed and landed with a thud on the floor. Content that she had done enough damage for the night, Igraine laid back in her pillows, and her eyes closed on that world.
From the shadows, through a thin slice of doorway, the maid, Alainn, watched the exchanged with something akin to horror. Witnessing her mistress abuse her child had wrenched her heart out and left it beating on the ground. But she was afraid, she knew her mistress' wrath well, so without another word, Alainn turned her back on the child, Morgaine, and walked away. Thus; she was shunned, the newborn child of Igraine of Cornwall, cursed to suffer pain. A shadow from the day she was born.
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Author's Note: A short chapter everyone! This is my very first fanfic, so please be critical. Advice is much valued!!! Morgana LeFey was an extremely powerful figure in Celtic mythology and by far my most favorite of Goddesses (which she later becomes). I hope I didn't make Igraine into that much of an ogress… she was the mother of King Arthur… but I just don't like that woman! :P