Chapter 13
Lancelot and the decision
A few days later, Morgana was walking down the Main Street with Merlin and with Rumple and Belle when a man, dressed in a blanket rushed out from a side street and collided with Rumple and Merlin.
The man was tall, like Merlin and was gabbling in a mixture of French and English, not making much sense. Lancelot, the knight of the Roundtable and Arthur's right hand man.
"Lancelot! Calm down!" Morgana said loudly and the man fell silent before dropping to his knees, revealing far too much of himself, in front of Morgana.
"Madame, mon apologises." Lancelot said quietly. Merlin helped the man to his feet and then quickly urged him into the nearby police station, scaring Emma and Charming half to death. Charming found Lancelot some clothes and then they proceeded to take his statement about falling through a portal and seeing the ghost of a young man he had known in childhood... Even though Lancelot did not say who it was he had seen, Morgana knew, for she too had seen the man in a dream, or perhaps it was the memory of a dream, she didn't know. She closed her eyes and remembered.
A golden light was dancing in front of Morgana's closed eyelids. It was so bright it roused her from sleep. She blinked and then stared as the light spoke.
"Auntie Morga? Sorry I woke. You. But you told me to come to you if anything happened to me." Baelfire.
"Bae? Oh my darling of course." Morgana said tearfully.
"You can bring me back can't you? Someday?" Baelfire insisted, a handsome man now, Morgana could see as his face formed in the light- a bouncing head. The golden light was his soul. His soul had come to Morgana for safe keeping.
"Yes, Bae. I'm capable of that, but all magic comes with a price." Morgana said in her best Rumple impression. Bae smiled sadly.
"What price?" Bae asked suddenly.
"A life for a life, Bae."
"You'd have to take my place." Bae said resoundedly.
"Or someone else's life." Morgana agreed sadly. "I can. Save you now though Bae."
"How?"
"I can store your soul," Morgana lifted a small phaill from her bedside table in the Camelot castle. "Hop in, Bae and I shall carry you with me always until such a time comes when I can set you free to live again."
Bae smiled. "I love you." He said before he slipped into the phiall his light extinguishing into the darkness of the bottle.
"I love you too." Morgana whispered before she closed the lid and slipped the bottle around her neck on a chain, the bottle lying against her heart as she lay down again to sleep.
"My lady?" Lancelot asked bringing Morgana back to the present, her hand clutching her necklace in her fist. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, thank you. Rest, Lancelot. I have to go." Morgana said and left the safety of the sheriff's station and made her way to the cemetery. Her mind made up, she knew what she had to do.