Author's Note: Hey! Thanks to my reviewers, I didn't expect so many! Thank
you especially 'Me Acorn and Sometimes Bananas', your review really pushed
me to write this instead of letting it sit unfinished on my computer! So,
everyone, please enjoy!
Disclaimer: The main characters and such things like Avalon belong to the author of 'The Mists of Avalon', and I also got some ideas from the movie 'Merlin', and the book by Nancy Brimmer. But Morgane's feelings, her point of views, and quite a bit of the plot belong to me.
Chapter One
Once upon a time of joy...
The Duke of Cornwall and his wife, the Lady Igraine, were a happy couple living in Britain and favored by the King. They had all they had ever hoped for. The Duke was rich, successful, and almost as powerful as the King himself was. Igraine, the most beautiful woman in Britain was happy, she loved her husband and her home.
One stormy night, the stars gave them the most precious gift they had ever wished for. A little girl named Morgane. Me. I had a happy childhood, I was given all that I could ever want, and I loved my nanny, an old peddler woman named Beth. My unmarried aunt Morgause lived with us, and I spend most my days with her and Beth. I ran around the meadows surrounding our manor, learning names of plants with the help of Nanny Beth, and returned home panting into mother's velvet lap. When I turned two, my mother Igraine gave birth to another daughter, Anna. Even though she had not given my father the son he wanted, he still loved her very much. We were a happy family.
Life was so simple. When I was hungry, I ate. When I was tired, I slept. When I wanted something, I screamed and kicked until I got it. I didn't have to make decisions, I didn't have to think, didn't have to worry. Yet things couldn't always be this way, nothing ever can.
I knew from an early age that I was different. Different than those village girls who played with dolls and were afraid of dirtying their frocks. I would long to know more about the things I heard and saw my mother and Auntie Morgause doing. Magic. I wanted knowledge. I yearned for it. I needed to know things, why the world was round, why we died, why water puts out fire. I craved it, and I read anything I could to learn as much as I possibly could. I was still so young, only six years old. Yet I needed to find things, learn what is what, and where is where. So that was why, when I heard that my Aunt Vivianne would be paying us a visit, I prepared myself the best that I could.
I barely knew my Aunt Vivianne, I had never met her, except for the occasion of my birthing ceremony. All I knew about her was what I heard from m y mother and Aunt Morgause while I eavesdropped. I knew that Vivianne was a great and powerful woman, who's beauty was legendary, and who's intelligence none could match. I knew that she was some kind of a ruler of a distant magical land. I couln't wait to meet her. I hoped that she would help realise my dreams to be great and powerful. I knew that I was destined for more than a life as a house wife. I was going to challenge my fate, and even then I knew it.
Disclaimer: The main characters and such things like Avalon belong to the author of 'The Mists of Avalon', and I also got some ideas from the movie 'Merlin', and the book by Nancy Brimmer. But Morgane's feelings, her point of views, and quite a bit of the plot belong to me.
Chapter One
Once upon a time of joy...
The Duke of Cornwall and his wife, the Lady Igraine, were a happy couple living in Britain and favored by the King. They had all they had ever hoped for. The Duke was rich, successful, and almost as powerful as the King himself was. Igraine, the most beautiful woman in Britain was happy, she loved her husband and her home.
One stormy night, the stars gave them the most precious gift they had ever wished for. A little girl named Morgane. Me. I had a happy childhood, I was given all that I could ever want, and I loved my nanny, an old peddler woman named Beth. My unmarried aunt Morgause lived with us, and I spend most my days with her and Beth. I ran around the meadows surrounding our manor, learning names of plants with the help of Nanny Beth, and returned home panting into mother's velvet lap. When I turned two, my mother Igraine gave birth to another daughter, Anna. Even though she had not given my father the son he wanted, he still loved her very much. We were a happy family.
Life was so simple. When I was hungry, I ate. When I was tired, I slept. When I wanted something, I screamed and kicked until I got it. I didn't have to make decisions, I didn't have to think, didn't have to worry. Yet things couldn't always be this way, nothing ever can.
I knew from an early age that I was different. Different than those village girls who played with dolls and were afraid of dirtying their frocks. I would long to know more about the things I heard and saw my mother and Auntie Morgause doing. Magic. I wanted knowledge. I yearned for it. I needed to know things, why the world was round, why we died, why water puts out fire. I craved it, and I read anything I could to learn as much as I possibly could. I was still so young, only six years old. Yet I needed to find things, learn what is what, and where is where. So that was why, when I heard that my Aunt Vivianne would be paying us a visit, I prepared myself the best that I could.
I barely knew my Aunt Vivianne, I had never met her, except for the occasion of my birthing ceremony. All I knew about her was what I heard from m y mother and Aunt Morgause while I eavesdropped. I knew that Vivianne was a great and powerful woman, who's beauty was legendary, and who's intelligence none could match. I knew that she was some kind of a ruler of a distant magical land. I couln't wait to meet her. I hoped that she would help realise my dreams to be great and powerful. I knew that I was destined for more than a life as a house wife. I was going to challenge my fate, and even then I knew it.