Her voice was greater, greater than the first time she had spoken. A powerful voice. It came from among the apple trees. Shivers covered their bodies. Thor hugged Jane.
"Welcome. I'm glad you came. I must give my compliments to Jane Foster. My darling, without you, I wouldn't have met Loki. And his brother Thor, of course."
The voice was approaching; they could feel it. It was coming… the trees wiggled and a nightingale sung. There was no sun in the sky… Only darkness.
And, from the darkness, she came. A woman, with dark curled hair, pale as the moonlight. Her eyes were green and her mouth, dark red. She was not a body, only a ghost; an image of her past. She was wearing a purple dress, a Middle Aged fashion dress. And, on her neck, was a talisman. It was equal to which one Loki had on his hand.
"Thank you, Jane Foster. Thank you for helping me… but, you know… you are nobody… no one for my desires…"
- What do you want from me? – Jane asked.
"Oh from you, nothing. I needed a herald. Someone to take me, discover me… and talk about me to the right persons. It was written in the Stars, in the Moon… the Destiny… Fate. I've read it, a long time ago."
- Who are you? – Thor asked.
"I wanted him. You are nothing to me. Why aren't you asking questions, Loki? Are you trying to understand me? To discover who am I? Are you, clever god? Yes… I know…"
Loki was really angry with her cleverness. Damn witch!
- You want me for what? Tell us who you are! And no, I'm not trying anything… you are not so important… witch.
"Oh, I know more than you think." She approached Loki. "Loki, asgardian god. I know everything about you and your brother. I'm from a time when people knew you. They loved you and believed in you. I'm a witch, I am. I'm older than this world. My soul is still here… I never left my land, my desire…"
- Tell me who you are! – Loki shouted.
"My name is Morgana Le Fay. I'm a witch, a sorceress. I belonged in here, I tried many things… I ruled Avalon or Ynys Witrin, if you want. I had a powerful reign, I helped King Arthur, and I ruled these lands… I wanted more, but they came… they killed magic… Arthur could not help us, Merlin revenged him and I disappeared … I couldn't let them kill me… never… and I wanted to come back again and rule, again! As queen!"
- So you made it… - Loki said, looking at her green eyes.
"Yes, the talisman… with my soul… parts of it…"
- Oh no, this remember me about something… - Jane said, looking at Darcy.
- Yes, Voldemort and Harry Potter… - Darcy smiled.
"Silence! You are too dumb for talking about this! Magic stories are all based in real magic… you should know that. Yes, Loki. I made it and waited for someone to help me in this task: bring forth the magic. Again and forever. These people, nowadays, are not stronger has they were, in the past. Now, they will fall on my feet and I will rule them all. Help me, Loki. Let them fall on our feet."
- And if I don't help you? – Loki asked.
"You won't want to discover that answer!"
Jane glanced at Thor and whispered:
- Your brother can't do it… she will make a reign of blood and revenge. Don't you know the story? Morgana, King Arthur… she was his fate, his doom. She can't have your brother.
- My brother will not help her. Brother! – Thor shouted.
Loki glanced at him.
- Brother, no.
- Infinite power…
- You have power! You don't need her powers…
- Even more…
- Don't trust her! – Jane cried.