Chapter 15 Book 1: The Sorceress
"What the heck happened," I said rubbing my head as I looked around. I was shocked to see that instead of the couch that I was on, I was in a castle.
"Okay something weird is occurring," I thought as I moved to stand up only to be surprised when one moment the hall was empty and the next for a man to be looming over me. Unlike a normal person, this man seemed to radiate fear and untold horrors and he looked at me with a bored expression as if I was not worth his time or effort.
"Are you the one that Death has sent to be taught?" He questioned as I nodded.
"Follow me," He said not even acknowledging my response as he spun on his heel and quickly walked away heading towards his intended destination. Forcing myself to stand up, I ran to catch up to this figure only to almost crash after he stopped in front of the door.
"Enter," he said moving out the way. Looking at the doorway, I had a bad feeling but that quickly was dashed as I walked through the threshold. While walking, the sound of a door closing quickly filled the room, but it quickly became clear that this wasn't an ordinary room.
Once the door was shut forcing the already dimly lit room into darkness, the symbols on the wall and floor are displayed. Now there were various runes that filled the walls and I couldn't possibly recognize much less name where they came from. However, the ones that were prominent were the three symbols that the creature had filled the ceiling, all of them combined.
"So you are here," a woman said as she left the shadows that seemed to cling on to her. Whoever the man that led me here was clearly not as dangerous when compared to the woman in front of me.
Compared to the man, her presence quickly told me that she had the means and the ability to destroy the world. Her eyes, a shade of emerald, reflected something akin to a cat playing with its prey. She appeared to be in her early to late twenties, her clothes mostly black with the only difference of her robe being a crimson red.
"Who are you?" I questioned as her presence put me on edge. My hands unconsciously moved towards my sides.
Stopping several paces from me, she snapped her fingers as the torches in the room were lit, bathing the room in both their warmth and their light. Now that I can actually see, I notice that here seemed an extremely comfortable bed on the side of the room with a door on the side. There is a raised dais with a golden chalice on top of it, but something warned me away as if it was a trap.
"Didn't Death tell you who I was?" She asked. With a wave of her hand, the dais disappeared and in its place, a round stone table appeared with ornate decorations. On the table, 22 stone swords faced inwards towards the center with letters in a different language inscribed on each one. One sword was different as it seemed to flicker between being stone. Watching it for a few moments, the sword flickered from its stone look to a gold hilt with a light green gem on the bottom.
"Come sit, we have much to talk about." She said as two chairs were conjured out of thin air and she sat down with practiced ease. I, unfortunately, sat down without the grace that she had, resulting in a small frown marring the beautiful woman's face before reverting back to her smile.
"Tsk, tsk, in this world we will have to teach you etiquette as well." She said as I look bewildered.
"Wait just a moment, who are you and why do you want me to be taught etiquette?" I questioned as the woman smiled a little bit more forcefully while her eyes narrowed a bit.
"The reason for this is that in this world, etiquette is so much more important than blood status. However, blood status is really the cherry on top for the people." She said as I look confused at what she meant.
Seeing this look, she sighed as she realized that she will need to teach me from scratch. "This will take a while, but at the end of your introduction period, you will be ready for what this world throws at you." She said while ignoring my first question
"If you're going to teach me, can you at least inform me what is going on?" I said as she looked at me for a few moments making me squirm.
"The wizarding world, or Avalon, has been a world where Merlin and I grew together when we first met. However, due to some circumstances, our conflict has now been told in many legends and now affects the magical world for generations. The final battle is going to begin soon and you have to ensure that the darkness that has been gaining power for centuries is defeated." She summarized as I look at her startled.
"Wait that doesn't tell me of what's occurring as of right now," I said as she shrugged.
"The rest you can read through the multiple history books that detail what occurs, otherwise when you get to the world you will understand what I mean." She said. "Now if you are done with these pointless questions, we can start."
Sensing the end of the discussion, we silently stood up and she led me through the door that led to the side. To my surprise, I thought it was a broom closet, only for it to open up as a chamber with numerous doors.
"Your room is directly in front of us, it has everything that will accommodate your needs." She informed me as she led me to the room and opened it.
Peering inside, it looked similar to the room that I had. A familiar pang hit me as I turned away from the room.
"You do not like it?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing from my reaction.
"No! It's lovely! It's just…" I said as I looked back to the room itself. It was white, white as the walls of a time that was where both friendship and heartbreak is. It was everything that I remembered, everything that I wanted to have before everything fell to pieces.
Peering at me, the woman's eyes softened as she realized that it was not the room itself that was the painful part. It was the memories that took shape from the heart that reflected on my emotions.
"We will meet tomorrow, do get ready by that time." She said as she turned away.
'Wait! You still didn't tell me what should I call you." I said before she could exit from the chambers.
She turned to me, her eyes glinting in the light that made me surprised. Instead of the eyes of a viper that I saw when I first saw her, they were now weary as if the whole world pressed their weight on her. "Just call me Morgana."
A/n: Morgana and Mordred will play a minor role, but it will help in introducing the other points in the story. Also Happy holidays, I hope wherever you readers are, I hope your days are going great.