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AngelLeAnn- it is coming along. Seems to take me a while to get the next chapter up but here it is.
Chapter Three-Revelations
Her eyes slowing opened as the pain on her forehead dissipated. She looked into the smiling faces of her aunt Viviane and the others that served the priestess. It had taken her 6 years since that fateful day she was given the pendent, and at the age of22 she had finally fulfilled her destiny and had served the Priestess well and she was now one with the Priestess. She reached up and lightly touched the crescent that had been tattooed on her. As she gazed upon the faces of her sisters she felt a since of undeniable peace and love, but also a little warning of foreboding. She knew not what that meant but she put it aside.
"Morrigan, since you have served the Priestess with so full a heart, a gift shall be bestowed upon to you. Come with me to the Bowl of Magic Waters." She held out her hand and led Morrigan into her temple. As Morrigan drew closer she felt a little trepidation steal over her body. "Look, Morrigan. Look and see your reward."
When Morrigan leaned over, she first noticed a large castle, surrounded by thatch homes and many happy people. She then saw a round table with Knights all around. Viviane pointed to the head of the table. The man of about 20 sat dressed as the others. Morrigan peered closer into the vat. Her eyes widened at her remembrance of a young boy of long ago days who had been taken away when he was five.
"Arthur!" She breathed softly. "My Lady," she said not taking her eyes off of her little brother, "Tell me that mine eyes do not deceive me." She felt a hand touch her face. "No, my love, it is real. It is your brother. The new King of Camelot. And to whom you will deliver the sword Excalibur." She turned Morrigan toward her, "Your task, Morrigan, will not be easy. There are those outside of Avalon that wish to see it destroyed. You, Morrigan, are our only hope in getting this sword to our King. The pendent you wear will protect you in dire times."
"When am I to go on the journey, My Lady? I have just this day been inducted into the Priestess' coven. In the following fortnight? How soon am I to go?"
"You shall leave this very day. But you must make haste. A terrible feeling I have that if not in the near future the sword our king not have, all of Avalon will fall, and the Preistess will cease to be." Morrigan looked at the water then back at her aunt. "I will not fail. Arthur shall have his sword. Mark my words, My Lady. Avalon shall not fall. It will prosper." She turned and raced to the boat that leads out of into the mists. She looked into the world before her. I am coming brother. Together, we will keep Avalon safe from those who would wish to seek harm on her. As she was being rowed to the far off shore, she started chanting in Gaelic and the mist slowly parted showing the path in which to follow.
The Treehouse
Marguerite was lying in her bed, singing in a language that none of the people staring strangely at her. When they had finally found her tracks, it had been easy to follow her. Everyone was worried, but when they found her lying on the floor of the cave they had feared something terrible had befallen the heiress. She had been unconscious for two days now, every now and then mumbling in a foreign dialect. Roxton looked over at her when the singing stopped. She was staring at them as if she didn't recognize them, but when her eyes found Veronica's her eyes took on a sparkle.
"Victoria" she whispered and smiled. "I knew I would see you again." She held an expression as if she had just found the answer to all her problems.
"Uh, Marguerite, did you just call me Victoria?" She asked perplexed. Marguerite's head titled then she closed her eyes. When she opened them she looked like her old self.
"Of course I didn't. I said Veronica. What an absurd question." She looked around. "How did I get back to the tree house? Last thing I remembered was on a boat...." She stopped what she was saying when she saw how John was staring at her.
"A boat, Marguerite? We found you unconscious in a cave not too far from here. You've been out since. You did however start speaking and singing in this strange language."
"Huh, must have been dreaming about my past in the bars." She laughed nervously. She saw Challenger eying her chest. "Really, George, what are you staring at?" "Just admiring your necklace. I could have sworn you didn't have that earlier when you left." Her hand flew to her neck. As soon as her hands touched it they tingled. She heard a voice inside her head that sounded strangely like her own I wont fail. I won't fail our people...... "I found it in the cave. Thought it might be worth something."
"Hey, that kind of resembles your mother's pendent Veronica." Said Malone who was busy trying to write all of this down.
"Well, Malone, doubt that they are in any way related. Just a piece of old rubbish left behind." She looked at Veronica and for the first time since the dream she saw the resemblance between her and the woman known as Morgaux that was in her dreams. Trying to change the subject and lighten the mood, she took of the necklace and said, "Who's hungry? I could eat a whole Raptor by myself."
"Well as long as you don't do the cooking, I could go for some dinner." Stated Finn who had just come off the elevator from hunting. Marguerite forced a smile but something about the pendent still haunted her. She knew that there was a reason she kept having these dreams and the reason she found the necklace she just wasn't sure what it was. But now more than ever she was determined to find out the truth behind it.
To be continued.......
AngelLeAnn- it is coming along. Seems to take me a while to get the next chapter up but here it is.
Chapter Three-Revelations
Her eyes slowing opened as the pain on her forehead dissipated. She looked into the smiling faces of her aunt Viviane and the others that served the priestess. It had taken her 6 years since that fateful day she was given the pendent, and at the age of22 she had finally fulfilled her destiny and had served the Priestess well and she was now one with the Priestess. She reached up and lightly touched the crescent that had been tattooed on her. As she gazed upon the faces of her sisters she felt a since of undeniable peace and love, but also a little warning of foreboding. She knew not what that meant but she put it aside.
"Morrigan, since you have served the Priestess with so full a heart, a gift shall be bestowed upon to you. Come with me to the Bowl of Magic Waters." She held out her hand and led Morrigan into her temple. As Morrigan drew closer she felt a little trepidation steal over her body. "Look, Morrigan. Look and see your reward."
When Morrigan leaned over, she first noticed a large castle, surrounded by thatch homes and many happy people. She then saw a round table with Knights all around. Viviane pointed to the head of the table. The man of about 20 sat dressed as the others. Morrigan peered closer into the vat. Her eyes widened at her remembrance of a young boy of long ago days who had been taken away when he was five.
"Arthur!" She breathed softly. "My Lady," she said not taking her eyes off of her little brother, "Tell me that mine eyes do not deceive me." She felt a hand touch her face. "No, my love, it is real. It is your brother. The new King of Camelot. And to whom you will deliver the sword Excalibur." She turned Morrigan toward her, "Your task, Morrigan, will not be easy. There are those outside of Avalon that wish to see it destroyed. You, Morrigan, are our only hope in getting this sword to our King. The pendent you wear will protect you in dire times."
"When am I to go on the journey, My Lady? I have just this day been inducted into the Priestess' coven. In the following fortnight? How soon am I to go?"
"You shall leave this very day. But you must make haste. A terrible feeling I have that if not in the near future the sword our king not have, all of Avalon will fall, and the Preistess will cease to be." Morrigan looked at the water then back at her aunt. "I will not fail. Arthur shall have his sword. Mark my words, My Lady. Avalon shall not fall. It will prosper." She turned and raced to the boat that leads out of into the mists. She looked into the world before her. I am coming brother. Together, we will keep Avalon safe from those who would wish to seek harm on her. As she was being rowed to the far off shore, she started chanting in Gaelic and the mist slowly parted showing the path in which to follow.
The Treehouse
Marguerite was lying in her bed, singing in a language that none of the people staring strangely at her. When they had finally found her tracks, it had been easy to follow her. Everyone was worried, but when they found her lying on the floor of the cave they had feared something terrible had befallen the heiress. She had been unconscious for two days now, every now and then mumbling in a foreign dialect. Roxton looked over at her when the singing stopped. She was staring at them as if she didn't recognize them, but when her eyes found Veronica's her eyes took on a sparkle.
"Victoria" she whispered and smiled. "I knew I would see you again." She held an expression as if she had just found the answer to all her problems.
"Uh, Marguerite, did you just call me Victoria?" She asked perplexed. Marguerite's head titled then she closed her eyes. When she opened them she looked like her old self.
"Of course I didn't. I said Veronica. What an absurd question." She looked around. "How did I get back to the tree house? Last thing I remembered was on a boat...." She stopped what she was saying when she saw how John was staring at her.
"A boat, Marguerite? We found you unconscious in a cave not too far from here. You've been out since. You did however start speaking and singing in this strange language."
"Huh, must have been dreaming about my past in the bars." She laughed nervously. She saw Challenger eying her chest. "Really, George, what are you staring at?" "Just admiring your necklace. I could have sworn you didn't have that earlier when you left." Her hand flew to her neck. As soon as her hands touched it they tingled. She heard a voice inside her head that sounded strangely like her own I wont fail. I won't fail our people...... "I found it in the cave. Thought it might be worth something."
"Hey, that kind of resembles your mother's pendent Veronica." Said Malone who was busy trying to write all of this down.
"Well, Malone, doubt that they are in any way related. Just a piece of old rubbish left behind." She looked at Veronica and for the first time since the dream she saw the resemblance between her and the woman known as Morgaux that was in her dreams. Trying to change the subject and lighten the mood, she took of the necklace and said, "Who's hungry? I could eat a whole Raptor by myself."
"Well as long as you don't do the cooking, I could go for some dinner." Stated Finn who had just come off the elevator from hunting. Marguerite forced a smile but something about the pendent still haunted her. She knew that there was a reason she kept having these dreams and the reason she found the necklace she just wasn't sure what it was. But now more than ever she was determined to find out the truth behind it.
To be continued.......