Immortal: Sorry folks, no story update here, but I have an announcement! I have officially posted to Archive Of Our Own! Additionally, I have also included in there a sneak preview of sorts for the next chapter that will truly come out.
Gudako: You are so lucky that your readers are EXTREMELY patient with you. Frankly if you didn't get Avenger Ushiwakamaru in the Little Big Tengu event that's currently going down right now, I'd have taken a car loan out in your name.
Immortal: I'm living paycheck to paycheck thank you very much, so cut me some slack. I had to wrestle you down just to save the current amount of Saint Quartz because I'm gunning for Morgan, Baobahn Sith, Barghest, Melusine, Percival, and yes... even her.
But in the meantime, I won't just love you all and leave you. I do sincerely have a preview here for you all to enjoy as a means to make up for how long this has been taking me to get back to you all.
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Preview: Sir Mordred and the Orkney Clan pt. 2
Morgan le Fay felt as though she were falling into a deep ocean that swallowed all light. This sensation should have been nothing to her, but she had been angry. She had been angrier than she had ever thought possible and because of this, she was now paying for it dearly.
Erosion should have done as its master had commanded, but the fault had not been on the part of the magical dagger. To even admit that she was to blame was a blatant sign that Morgause had gotten to her in a way that no other enemy had done. It should have been mere seconds, yet it felt like an eternity as she fell into the mental abyss.
Then she began to fall faster and faster, the bubbles around her rushing past her until suddenly she saw a prick of light that seemed as though she would never reach it.
'Sister... I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry.'
The voice of Morgause was in her ear and she turned around to see her own reflection staring back at her. The same look of pity and disappointment was evident in her eyes. They were mirror reflections of each other, but Morgan tried to tell herself to hurry up and get it over with before Morgause could act.
That instance of hesitation was all that Morgause needed and she reached out to her original self, placing her hand on her cheek before Morgan could flee. It was as warm and gentle as a mother's caress, yet to Morgan le Fay it burned like a branding iron.
In that instant both Morgan le Fay and Morgause opened their mouths, leaning back in silent screams of agony before Morgan pushed her back and the two were launched opposite of each other as Erosion's magic completed its work.
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Morgan's eyes opened, her vision blurry and her head swimming as her stomach rolled in her belly. She felt as though she were about to be sick as she lay in a daze on the bed, her skin feeling hot and weak.
Control, control, control, she had to get herself back under control. First she had to recall her memories to make certain that she was still herself.
'I am Morgan le Fay, daughter of Uther Pendragon and Igraine. My sister is Artoria- no, King Arthur of the Britons. I have... children. Gawain, Agravain, Gaheris, Gareth, and... Mordred. I... I am raising Mordred to... to kill King Arthur. I have... I have to save Britain. Only I can do it. It's what I was made to do.'
These thoughts helped her recall her life.
Her own childhood innocence.
A beloved elder sister to little Artoria.
The next in line to rule Britain.
Her hatred when she was told she would not be the ruler of the land.
The various schemes and plots she had enacted all her life.
But as she thought, Morgan felt a great disturbance in her heart and a sickness that felt as though her heart was squeezing her chest, her muscles were tight all throughout her body, and she felt so cold that she hugged herself. She began shaking as more memories came despite trying to stop herself as her eyes widened. She felt terrified and shocked as she recalled how she had been frequently abused and forcibly assaulted against her will by her late husband Urien.
"Why...?", came her voice shaky and hollow, "Why do I feel so afraid and... and...?"
More memories came as she shut her eyes tightly as if to stop herself from seeing how she murdered him in his sleep, the cold nights, the endless running and hiding in the shadows. There was disgust with herself pleasure she felt from her lustful encounters with men and how she reveled in selfish cruelty.
Then Morgan's memories of how she stole Artoria's seed through deception and rape came to her so vividly she began to sweat and dry heave from how disgusted she felt with herself. Why did she do that?! HOW could she do such a thing?!
But the worst was yet to come, as the most vivid image came to mind of why she had done such a black and evil deed. She was holding Mordred as an infant, singing a haunting lullaby that was telling her she was raising Mordred to be a loyal slave who would live and die for her without ever knowing even an ounce of love from her.
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"Ahh...! AAAAAAAHHHH...!"
Morgan let out a guttural sob of total misery and she began to cry freely as she felt the full weight of her crimes hit her like a lightning strike to her heart. She had never known such a pain could exist as her memories of how she had been in her eyes, the worst person and mother to have ever existed. Every insult and self-abashment ran through her at how she had done all this to Mordred.
Morgan wanted to tear her hair out, scratch her face until she ripped her eyes from her skull, and scream until her throat was raw.
But the knowledge of how her daughter loved her with all her heart still was the part that hurt Morgan the most.
Despite everything she had done, Mordred still loved her.
Morgan's muscles didn't want to obey her at first as she scrambled off the bed, falling over as she tried to get to the door. She was still crying as she struggled to get up, a desperate madness filling her as her mind became empty save for one thing.
To find Mordred, apologize with all her heart and soul, and to do anything it took to make up for all she had ever done.
The guilt may very well kill her first, but that was too good a fate for one such as herself. Despite how heavy her limbs felt, she eventually got to her feet and stumbled as she reached for the door. For a brief moment she why she was barefoot as she had her silver-white gown caught between her legs and caused her to fall onto all fours again.
With stiff, clumsy fingers she groped for the door.
"Mordred...! Mordred...! I'm sorry! I'm-!"
A hard hand clasped over her mouth and she squeaked in pain as she was yanked backwards by another hand gripping her long, thick braid.
"No. You will not get to apologize. I won't allow it."
It was a voice that reached through to her and she looked up to see... herself staring down at her with eyes as cold and implacable as ice. How was this possible? But then she was turned sharply to gaze at the full-length mirror while being held up in the other Morgan's tight and unyielding grip. That's when it became all too clear to her as she beheld in the mirror the weeping visage of Morgause in the merciless clutches of Morgan le Fay.
Was this... what it felt like as Morgause? To be powerless and helpless while somebody so much crueler and stronger than her handled her so cruelly? But the thought was pushed aside as she vainly tried to pull away and reach in vain for the door, still consumed with the desire to stop her plans and to make amends with Mordred before it was too late.
'MORDRED...! MY CHILD!', thought Morgan as she struggled helplessly like a mouse in the coils of a serpent, ' STOP ME BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE! GOD IN HEAVEN, WHAT HAVE I DONE!?"
But Morgause, as she smiled with the cruel smile of Morgan le Fay, spoke in a voice filled with cruel delight.
"Do give yourself credit, dear sister. This guilt and shame you feel I suspect will momentarily pass, whereupon I shall be once more powerless before you and then things will continue on as you always intended. But... I will NOT allow you to redeem yourself. I have to admit... this is the first time since my birth that I feel no guilt, shame, sorrow, pity, empathy, or any such weakness. I feel so... FREE!"
The smile grew wider and her eyes lit with malignant delight as Morgause gloated.
"This won't last I believe, but I have to admit... I quite enjoy being evil for once! Fufufufufu...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
To be continued...
Immortal: I hope this gets you good and interested for what's to come! Once more, a huge thank you to Clipped 104 for being the artist to commission this. Oh and as a bonus preview... there will be not ONE, but TWO pieces of art for this chapter.
As before, in order to view the image, copy and turn it into imgurdotcom and it will take you to the respective image. I will update the story over on Archive Of Our Own in the future, so look forward to that!
