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Morgan frowned at the smoking remains of the human body Erlina had occupied. It was sad to kill the innocent, but erlina was a bug who'd find another body to occupy without much trouble. Turning away from the smoking human remains. She gave a looked around the stone walled room, she smirked when she noticed the round table in the center of it.
Walking over to it, she let her fingers brush the scarred top. The marks were deeps, and caused her finger to catch as she slid it along.
"So this is what is left of Avalon. A table."
Her voice filled the empty room, she shivered from the chill. She didn't like this new clarity she had, with the return memories. She'd been more that content without knowing why'd she'd become so mad with hate. Love, it'd been easy to play to role of scorned lover, but now she also knew herself to be victim of a plot.
Those she had trusted had sold her out when they feared their secrets to be revealed. Her own sorrow and pain hadn't mattered, they'd been intent on using her as the figure of evil and blamed her for all the chaos in the kingdom.
Her fingers went from stroking, to scratching. The fire had seared, and suffocated until Merlin had come and saved her. Leaving an illusion for those fools to believe in. She'd enjoyed their shocked expressions when she'd shown up right when Guenivere and Lancelots affair was discovered.
The shock, and pain when they realized she'd been the one who orchestrated their down fall even going so far as showing the two's love making to Lancelot's wife. Her hand held Elaine of Corbenics hand as she slowly cried tears of sorrow as she watched them promise to each other their hearts of eternity. She watched as Elain slowly paled, her heart breaking before Elain fell dead to the grown.
Dispassionately she'd released Elaine's hand, it flopped against the dead women's still chest, she penned a letter saying that Elaine had died, and she'd died from her husband's betrayal.
His scream of pain still made her feel giddy even now. She'd whispered her littles secret in his just before, the knights slit his throat. He glared with hate at the sky, choking on his own blood. Then she'd made sure Guinevere felt every flicker of fire as it burned her beautiful pale skin off.
Then there had only been one left...the closest, and furthest away from her.
Authur. Her own brother who'd let her to die, because of one reason. A reason that now as she looked back on it, should have been so very obvious, painfully so.
Jealousy, he hated her love for Lancelot...he didn't care that guinvere and he were having affair. It was the idea that the women loved, was calf-eyed for the other man.
Smirking, Morgana stepped away from the table, but since the only two here were Lancelot and Authur they'd be the ones to pay...even if it meant revealing what it was merlin was truly was after.
She slowly smiled, she would finish what she'd started.
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Luther frowned, as they followed women figure through he dense woods.
"Has the mist grown thicker?"
Jordan nodded, squinted he looked into the distance. "I think I see something up ahead."
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AVALON (BWWM)complete
Teen FictionMemories are what makes us. And when seventeen year old Rebecca "Rib-eye" Sweeten finds herself with the memories of Morgan Le Fay. She finds her introverted life shattered, from it's once quiet pattern. From being hunted by a mysterious character...