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Isabelle groaned as her head swam. She squinted her eyes, adjusting to dim light. She heard a light chuckle and whipped her head around, trying to find the source. Her head throbbed harder as she turned her head.
"I'm so glad to see you are awake," a female voice crooned from the darkness.
Isabelle frowned, trying to find the source of the voice. Awake? Where was she?
A slender woman slunk out of the darkness, into the dim light. Her eyes were piercing emerald green, haunted by a deep hatred. Her black hair cascaded down beautifully to her lower back, curled in loose ringlets. She was very beautiful. She looked familiar…
"My, my, you are very beautiful. You have blue eyes, just like your father," the woman smiled.
Isabelle looked at the woman, unsure of what to say. Her wrists hurt, a lot, and it seemed like she was in some old fashioned cave. She looked up at the stone ceiling and gasped in shock, seeing her hands tied with thick rope, to a chain. The chain hung loosely as she hung there, quietly. Luckily she could rest her feet on the ground, but something was definitely wrong with this picture.
"Where am I?" Isabelle questioned.
The woman smiled, "Oh, this is my home. Thanks to your father, I kind of had to live here for a while. It turns out I kind of like living here. So this is where I have stayed, waiting for this very moment."
Isabelle just stared, "And why am I tied up with the thickest rope I have ever seen? You do know handcuffs do exist and wouldn't rub my wrists raw."
The woman laughed, "Yes, but where is the fun in that? Besides, handcuffs aren't really used here; they are a bit too advanced. However, if you would prefer shackles, I can arrange for that later on."
Isabelle scoffed, "What do you mean not really used here? Where is here? Who are you?"
The woman smirked, "Why my dear, do you not recognize me? Granted, I did change my outfit, but surely you remember…"
Isabelle scowled. Remember? The last thing she remembered was feeling really sick at Matthew's house. She frowned, this woman… she looked a lot like Mathew's mother.
"Has your father not told you who he really is? Or your mother? How about your family friends?" the woman pressed.
Isabelle cocked her head, "What do you mean?"
The woman smiled, "I guess my spell did manage to hurt the mighty Emrys after all."
"You aren't Morgan, are you?" Isabelle questioned.
The woman laughed, "That is one of my names, but yes. I see you can remember."
Isabelle bit her lip, "What do you want with me? Why am I tied up? Where am I?"
"Well I suppose, I could tell you now. Though I doubt you will believe me, at first," the woman smirked.
Isabelle leaned back, trying to get away from the woman.
"My dear Isabelle you are in ancient Camelot, when Arthur Pendragon sat on the throne," she spat Arthur's name.
Isabelle looked at the crazy woman in disbelief.
"You don't believe me," the woman stated, "I suppose that is only fair. Let's see, where to begin. Oh yes, why you are here. I'm afraid that your father's past life has caused such a mess."
"My father's what?" Isabelle gasped.
"Your father ruined my plans. Every time, he got in the way in my attempt to steal the Camelot throne. He always managed to ruin my plans, even though, once we were friends and we should have been fighting on the same side. He was always there, trying to protect the man who would have had us all killed." She ranted.
"Who?" Isabelle asked, confused.
"My brother," the woman hissed.
"Your brother? Who are you?" Isabelle pressed.
"Ah yes, King Arthur, my brother," the woman growled, looking deeply into a roaring fire.
"Wait, THE King Arthur?" Isabelle gasped.
"Yes, THE King Arthur," the woman scowled.
"As in the one in legends, the once and future king?" Isabelle probed.
"Yes, yes," the woman sighed.
"You are crazy!" Isabelle laughed.
The woman stiffened, "I am not crazy. The legends are true. Your darling friend, Frank is part of it too. His parents are King Arthur and Queen Guinevere."
Isabelle gasped in shock, "What?"
"Yes, he is my nephew," she spat in disgust.
"This is not true," Isabelle muttered in disbelief.
The woman stared at Isabelle, "Your mother, is the Lady of the Lake, Freya. How she met your father is beyond me, but your father. Oh, your father…"
"My father?" Isabelle pressed.
The woman glared as she hissed, "Your father, is Merlin. He was just a pathetic serving boy, but to the druids he is known as Emrys."
"My father is Merlin? What?" Isabelle repeated.
"Yes. He is. He has always been a constant thorn in my side, but not this time. This time, he won't be able to succeed," the woman grinned.
"Who are you, really?" Isabelle asked again, exasperated.
The woman smiled and walked closer to Isabelle. Her green eyes shone brightly in the dim light, like a black cat.
She gathered her black skirts, and curtsied a small curtsy, "I am the Lady Morgana."
Isabelle shook her head, "No, you can't be. This isn't real, it isn't happening."
Morgana laughed, "Oh, but it is. Soon, you will be finding out, just how real."
Isabelle shuddered, "What does that mean?"
Morgana smirked, walking closer to Isabelle. Isabelle tried to lean away, but the ropes held her fast to the chain. She flinched as Morgana raised her hand to gently touch Isabelle's pale face.
"You remind me so much of your father. I remember a time he was in the same spot you were, tied to the very same chain. He feared me too you know," Morgana whispered.
Isabelle trembled as she hissed back, "I do not fear you, and I am sure my father didn't either. If you are being for real."
Morgana's green eyes turned cold, "We shall see, but I see for now, you need to rest. Tomorrow is a big day."
Isabelle shuddered as she watched Morgana smirk and walk away. This couldn't be real, but her aching arms said otherwise.
"What have you done this time Dad?" Isabelle whispered to herself, as she was left alone in the dark.
AN: So, now we know what happened to Isabelle. Now, the real story begins. Thoughts?
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