Hello, I am back with another story. I am sorry to those of you waiting for updates on my other story, but I got inspiration for this story on a post on Instagram, and had to write at least the first chapter. Have no idea where it's headed. There may be a magic reveal at the end. Who knows? Certainly not the author. Anyway, it would be helpful to have feedback on my work, and is greatly appreciated. No promises on next update. Stay safe.
If it had not been for the confusion that the scraggly, old witch had caused, on both sides, Arthur probably would have died. In fact, if it weren't for the witch, the entirety of Camelot's army probably would have been in ruins too.
Suffice to say, it was quite a shock when she showed up, her body casting a silhouette against the lightning that she was raining down in the heavens, her skirts whipping in the howling wind.
Everybody, red and black, knights and Saxons looked up, a mixture of confusion and terror on all faces. The battlefield had gone completely still.
It was at this moment, while everybody had been distracted, that Arthur had noticed the flash of the blade coming towards him. Mordred had started the downwards movement, which surely would have been Arthur's undoing, if Mordred himself had not become momentarily distracted by the Dolma herself. And so, with the ease of many years practice, Arthur easily dodged the blade, bringing his own to slice through Mordred's armour and pierce his heart.
At this movement all hell broke loose.
Arthur wasn't quite sure when Morgana had shown up, but at that point it was safe to say she wouldn't be much trouble, as she was locked in fierce battle with the old woman.
Arthur had never been more confused in his life. His father had constantly nagged him about how magic was evil, and yet, here they were, one sorceress opposing him, and another fighting for him. Slowly, though the battle was coming to a close, and the remaining ranks of the Camelot army started to form a lazy half-circle, cheering on the wizened, old woman who had come to their aid.
But alas, as much as Arthur would have loved for this war to be over, Morgana was to strike one fatal blow. While her opponent was distracted with a curse shot her way, Morgana drew up heavy fog, and when it cleared, was nowhere in sight.
The troops were dispirited that was for sure, but as Arthur looked up through the fog, into the rising sun, he couldn't help but think to himself that perhaps a new age could be achieved; one where magic and Camelot could combine forces to bring about Morgana's downfall once and for all.