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Morgana sighs as the wind starts to pick up, causing her long raven curls and her royal blue dress to flutter in the breeze. She had missed the Isle of the Blessed very much while she and her family were visiting the Druids, but then again what magical person wouldn't?

The Isle with its luscious forests, calming waters, invigorating gardens, and glittering halls - the Avalon of the living, the safe haven for those who possess magic, the home of the Nine High Priestesses of the Old Religion and of course the Le Fays.

The Le Fays had also brought Merlin and Freya to the Isle. Every person with magic should see the Isle at least once in their life.

"Morgana," the young woman turns around at the sound of her name. Standing behind her on the balcony is her dearest cousin. Tall, slim, and beautiful in her simple emerald robe. But she is not alone, the older woman is flanked by Freya and another Druid girl, Sefa. "Our mothers call us to the Council Chambers." Morgana nods and starts to walk with her cousin and the two other girls.

"What is this about?" The younger woman asks.

Estella takes a moment to answer. "I have an idea, but you know I hate being wrong, so I won't say."

Morgana rolls her eyes. "Oh, of course, dear, 'perfect' Estella Le Fay can never be wrong."

Her cousin scoffs. "Really now, cousin, you know I'm not the 'perfect' one. That title belongs to Morgause."

Indeed it does. The eldest of the three Le Fay daughters - Morgause, the only one of three who could wield and use her magic with ease and grace and the result of such little effort is always grand and powerful. Estella struggles with reigning in her powers, as strong as Morgause, if not a bit more, but not as controlled. Morgana is the worst. Her magic is as tumultuous as Estella's mood and mind, constantly shifting like the tides during a rough storm. Her cousin always says that it is because she is meant to be this way - the strongest of them all, able to rival Emrys himself, but the young woman always took this as a jest. Merlin, even in the infancy of his training, holds his magic in the palm of his hand, precise and easily handled.

Estella interrupts her contemplation. "Any more dreams, lately?"

And the dreams of the future, as real and vivid as the things she sees in her waking hours are another burden Morgana has to bear. This is uniquely Morgana's gift. Vivienne only sees blurred visions on occasion, Morgause used crystals, Nimueh and Valeria, the mirror of the Isle, and Estella, though her visions are as clear, they are only things that will come to pass, anything prophetic and destined and they are occasional.

Morgana nods slowly, "A few..." she answers hesitantly, not wanting for Freya and Sefa to hear. It's not that she doesn't trust them, she simply wants what she's Seen kept to herself.

Her elder cousin recognizes. Morgana then hears a voice in her mind, "Dreaming of the blue-eyed man again, are we?"

The younger woman tries to keep from blushing, "Please don't."

"I'm not trying to poke fun, this has to mean something-"

"No, they are just foolish dreams." She insists.

"I wouldn't be so sure." The other woman counters.

Morgana raises an elegant eyebrow, "And why is that?"

"Because, I've seen him too." Her cousin answers.

"As well as the hazel-eyed one?" Morgana receives an answer of silence and slight color rising in Estella's cheeks.

"We're here," she says aloud.

Inside the chambers is Vivienne, Valeria, Nimueh, Morgause, Merlin, and the other three High Priestesses.

"Good, you're here," Vivienne says without preamble.

"Is something wrong?" Morgana asks her aunt, while Estella spies the letter sitting on the table and the familiar crest on it.

"Depends on your definition of wrong," Valeria replies and then pauses.

"Well? What is it?" Morgana inquires.

Nimueh answers, for it is only she and the Le Fay mothers who know what the letter says. "It seems that with the murder of Uther Pendragon by what is believed to be the work of dark sorcery, Queen Ygraine calls upon us to help with the investigation."

"Why us?" Morgause then questions with a hint of anger, she bears no love or concern for Camelot.

"Because despite the current state of things, Ygraine, Vivienne, Valeria, and myself share a past," Nimueh starts. "We also owe her our lives, for without her, Uther would have persecuted us all years ago."

Vivienne then speaks, "We are sending the two of you, Morgana and Estella and a company of selective sorcerers as well as guards to Camelot."

"What?!" the two women ask at the same time.

"Why us? And what about Morgause?" Estella demands.

Valeria answers. "Morgause will be in Essetir for one thing and another, you know she would not stand a minute within Camelot without lashing out at someone." The woman turns an amused and affectionate glance at her niece, who simply shrugs with a slight smile on her lips. "And you Estella have ties to Camelot and through you so does Morgana." (She won't speak of prophecies at this moment). "Your father is Tristan, Ygraine's brother and thus her son is your cousin."

The two women are still ready to protest, Morgause as well, for she will not stand to see her young sister and cousin within the walls of a land she considers their enemy.

"There is no room for negotiations. Our decision is made. Prepare for the journey, you leave in a fortnight." Nimueh informs them and no more is said as everyone is dismissed.


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