I should be updating once every week now with school and everything I don't have as much time as usual.

In this chapter we are going to find out what Morgana has forgotten.

Back to where it all began

It was not the sun that woke Eris from her sleep the next morning. In fact she had not slept at all. Memories had plagued her dreams. Happy memories. You would think she would be pleased to have dreamed of nicer times, but these moments had a darker side to them. The happiness they had had in those scenes ended abruptly.

Eris had woken after a couple hours of these nightmares in a cold sweat. Her breath came in short bursts. She was finding it hard to fill her lounges with the proper amount of air. In an attempt to slow the beats of her pounding heart she got dressed and went outside.

She wore a long purple dress and a cloak of the same colour over top. The cloak was the same style as the one Morgana wore. The fabric that the cloak was made out of was a good conductor for their magic.

Eris took a few deep breaths of the cold night air. It was a full moon that night. The witch spoke a few chosen curses under her breath. She scorned the ever changing moon and its inconsistency. Its roundness was a sad reminder of her nightmares and the moments they had played over and over again.

The moon reminded her of the helplessness she had felt back then. When her perfect world had come crashing down, the time when everything changed.

Eris knew that these memories would not leave her alone. So she gave in and began on the journey back, back to the place where it all began. A place she and her friends had made their oaths and promised to stay by each others sides. The promise seemed foolish now with everything that had happened. Eris guessed that they were always destined to break the bond.

Her feet snapped twigs as she glided over the forest floor. Nothing, not even the knights of Camelot, could slow her step now. It had been ten years ago but Eris still knew the way. She knew every bush and tree. The twigs, leaves, and a few rocks on the ground were different, but other then that everything was the same.

The last time she had walked this path there had been a small form walking beside her, holding her hand as they hurried to their meeting place. But Gaia wasn't by her side anymore. No matter how much Eris wished that she were. She knew that Gaia would have loved to see this place again.

Over the years Eris had come to call it 'The Last Place', because it was. It was the last place where they had all been on the same side, shared the same smile, and trusted each other with everything. It would always be the place where they shared their last moments as a family before destiny tore them apart.

Destinies are troublesome things. Gaia had told her that line once. When Eris had asked her where she had heard it she merely smiled and tilted her head. "That's a secret." She said and giggled. When 'The Last Place' had been visited often there had been no secrets. It was then that Eris knew. She knew that things had changed and 'The Last Place' would always be just that.

Eris' walk turned into a run when the first tall, spiraled rock came into view. She burst into the old clearing with enthusiasm. A smile spread across Eris' face. It was exactly as she had remembered it.

Five tall rocks still stood on the borders of the small clearing. They surrounded a smaller circle of rocks in the middle of the clearing where a fire could be made. Green grass grew around the ruin. Eris removed her hood as she began her circle of the old place. The rocks sung the song of the past.

She looked at each of the rocks in turn. On each was painted a pentagon, each of a different colour. Each rock represented one member of their group. The first was purple, her purple. She had painted the symbol herself.

The second was green. Eris remembered Gaia standing there, even after everyone else was finished she had still been standing there trying to figure out a way to paint it so it would look as good as Eris'. When Gaia finally painted the symbol she had complained that she had messed it up, saying it looked like a child's doodle. "But that's what makes it unique and yours alone." Eris had comforted her friend.

The third was black, Morgana. Fortunately her rock had been very light so the symbol showed up on it. Eris caressed the symbol, remembering. She still couldn't understand why Morgana didn't remember her. She was determined to find out what had changed her friend so much. She knew that it was not only her hatred for the king that had driven her from the path of light. Something, or someone else had their hands dirty with the darkness that had consumed Morgana's heart.

The fourth was red, Morgause. Her hand had moved as fluidly as a professional painter when she had placed the symbol there. It was the nicest looking one out of the five. Eris remembered them all huddling around Morgause's work, complementing her. But she hadn't boasted, she had merely smiled at her friends and hugged each one of them in turn to thank them for their complements.

The fifth and final one was blue. There had once been five members of their group. Now there were only three of them left. Eris had wept when she had learned of Morgause's sacrifice at the isle of the blest. She knew that it had been her wish but that didn't mean Eris had to like it.

Morgause hadn't been the first out of the group they had lost. Eris stood longer at the stone that held the blue pentagon then at the others. The first friend they had lost. Grace. A cold tear came to Eris' eyes, but she quickly wiped it away. She had promised herself never to cry again after she had cried for Morgause.

Grace had been the most kind of their small group. She was the motherly figure. Her heart was too big, and it was her heart that had been the death of her. Eris wanted to punch the rock. A small flower was blooming at the bottom of the stone. It was a magical flower that they had planted there when she had passed. Its petals were both blue and orange. Eris was surprised that their magic at the time had been strong enough to make sure that the flower would never die, even after ten years.

You see Grace had been born with a hole in her heart. The physician didn't think that she would live past seven, but she had been twelve when her heart finally gave out on her. It was sudden and it had hit the group hard. They gave her a proper funeral, even though only four people attended. They had burned the body and scattered the ashes around 'The Last Place'. It had been a full moon that night.

If Morgana didn't remember Eris or Gaia then she was sure she wouldn't remember Grace either. Fury rose in Eris and she fell to her knees in front of the one thing that was proof that her friend had lived. She knelt there with one of her hands placed against the stone and her head bowed.

"What happened to you Morgana?" She yelled to the air. "What could have possibly happend to you that had caused you to forget your once close friends. I know we have been apart for quite some time, but…" She paused. "But that doesn't explain why you don't remember!"

Eris was sure Morgause remembered their meetings, so why hadn't she reminded her own sister of them. Something must have happened to Morgana that had caused her to lose her memories of this place. It was the place where they had all first started using the magical power they had been born with.

They had supported each other as they had all learned how to control the power. But after Grace died none of them saw the point of doing it anymore. So they had all gone their separate ways. When Morgana had forgotten she had also forgotten about her magic. Though it had lain dormant for some time, Eris had known that it wouldn't have stayed like that forever. Morgana's magic had been playful, eager to move around.

They had taught her to control it so the king would not find out. They all knew that she was his ward. Though Eris wondered why he hadn't wondered why his ward had to go on a trip once each month. The maid that looked after the lady Morgana had known their secret and had always managed to cover for them. In return for her silence they had allowed her to watch them practice. Also, when the maid had been in need of medical care they had given her the cure.

Eris got to her feet and was prepared to leave the clearing when something behind Grace's stone caught her eye. Stepping carefully she made her way closer to something that looked very familiar. Then it clicked in her mind what the large black mound, covered in leaves, was. She scurried towards it and wiped off the leaves so she could see it better.

Her eyes widened. What she had uncovered was a large black cauldron, rusted a bit from being left unattended for ten years. Eris searched for the handle. When she found it she began the difficult task of dragging it to the center of the clearing. It was heavier then she remembered, but all five of them had hauled it together back then.

The cauldron had been boiling when they had made their pact. Promising to never leave each other's sides. To never turn against their friends. It was the oath Gaia had broken and in doing so caused the rest of them to break it as well.

To make sure each of them would never forget it they had tattooed the symbol of the pentagon on the inside of each of their left wrists. Eris found herself wondering if Morgana still had the mark, or if she had lost that as well.

Eris strained her muscles as she lifted the black cauldron onto the circle of stones. The sight of the pot back in its rightful place was nostalgic. She lifted the sleeve of her cloak and dress to reveal the small black tattoo.

When she looked up an image of Gaia stirring the contents of the cauldron with a long stick played across Eris' vision. Morgause also appeared, sitting on an overturned box that they had brought as a chair. She was reading a book of spells. Eris remembered that she had been searching for a particular spell that day to make stirring the pot easier.

She had come across the idea of tricking someone into stirring the cauldron for them for a year and a day. Grace had convinced them not to even though she had to admit that it was tempting. But Gaia had been fine with being the person who usually stirred their potions. Even though she had been the youngest out of the group she had been one of the strongest as well.

Along with the images of Gaia and Morgause doing what they usually did, Grace also appeared. She was playing her red violin. The sound of it had always put them into a good mood even when the songs she had played were sad. They had burned the instrument with her body knowing that that is what she would have wanted, but they also didn't want to have the violin around if its owner wasn't anymore.

Even the memory of Eris herself appeared, dancing with Morgana to the music Grace was making. The familiar shadows of the past danced around the clearing in front of the present day Eris.

But then she blinked and they were gone as soon as they had appeared. The stones too stopped their whisperings. The clearing fell silent. It was the sign that it was time for Eris to be heading back to camp. She still needed to prepare for their storming of the castle in under a weeks time.

Eris knew that this could be her last battle. If she and Gaia fought again the outcome would be nothing but destructive, but Eris would not let this thought deter her from her current path. She would see her plans through to the end no matter what. So with that Eris left 'The Last Place' for what she knew was the last time. She would never return to the place of her youth again. Never again.

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OK I know violins may not have actually existed back then.

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The next chapter should be up next week around the same time.