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Post by Zoicite on Oct 19, 2008 23:34:13 GMT
Welcome to the school then! X3 Now we just need Mordred or Mab back, or perhaps a jaunty little trip to see what Merlin's doing.)
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Post by himiko on Oct 21, 2008 1:39:55 GMT
(Well, I was going to take a step back and see how this developed, but hey, why not. Jaunty trip to Merlin it is... Joy...)
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Merlin had been in a fairly pitiful state the first time he awoke in the Lady of the Lake's kingdom. The days that had passed since then had only made him worse. The shock of his magic loss had left him feeling weak and shakey. Whatever his feelings towards it- and yes, on occasion, he had hated it, it had always been part of him, and it's abrupt absence left him feeling empty, hollow. It was more than just that, though, for surely he could have adjusted to that, given time.
After the Lady of the Lake's first visit, he had largely been left alone in the room, with the odd exception of some strange sentry like creature, all ice and fur, coming in to force some vile tasting liquid down his throat. For a while, the last scraps of his trust in the Lady of the Lake had remained, and Merlin had thought it was some sort of potion to ease the pain of the loss of his powers- for indeed, the potion did make him feel numb for a time. However, it quickly became apparent that he was getting no better. Headaches plagued him, and he felt almost constantly dizzy. The hollowness he had felt was becoming ever more keen, to the point at which he almost felt like it was draining the very essence of magic and life from the air around him. He would have been a fool if he had not guessed it was something to do with the potion. But it was hard to resist taking it when it was being forced down your throat.
He wasn't sure how long it lasted, though it was certainly several days, until there was a break in this pattern. Two sentries entered instead of one, and instead of the horrendous stuff they'd brought with them every other time, they placed a plate of food and a cup of clean water before the former wizard. Despite its feelings of general wretchedness, Merlin's body was aware enough of itself to remember that it hadn't eaten in some considerable time, and so he took the plate and cup, and ate hungrily. It went some way towards easing his dizziness, and strengthening his limbs, but it didn't help the headaches, nor the hollow feeling.
Once he had finished, the guards took a few steps closer. Merlin glanced at their faces, and was surprised to see caution in those icy eyes.
"What reason have they to be cautious of me?" he wondered, bitterly. Whatever their reasons, however, it appeared he had been correct, for a moment later, they seized his arms and pulled him to his feet, holding him firmly in place. A moment later, the Lady of the Lake entered the room. She too, peered at him strangely, a mixture of the guard's caution, and a strange sort of excitement. Merlin glared at her.
"Lady," he muttered, with as much venom as he could conjure into his voice as possible, "What is it you want with me?"
"Merlin," the Lady began softly, "Let us not be on these terms..." Merlin let out a hollow laugh.
"You almost killed me taking my powers from me," he growled, "And you've been poisoning me ever since. I'd say you've rather dispensed with the niceties." The Lady sighed.
"It was not out of a wish to hurt you, Merlin," she replied, calmly, "As I said, my sister must be made to submit, or be destroyed. You could never have destroyed her as a wizard, as the situation stood. Perhaps she might even have succeeded in turning you into a weapon for her own use. Now, you can." Merlin blinked.
"Pardon? I can defeat Mab? And how is that, exactly? I have no powers, you saw to that very thoroughly." The Lady of the Lake stared at him wordlessly, and summoned a ball of water. It faded into nothing in her hand almost instantly. Next she pressed a hand against his chest. Merlin saw her trying to summon another ball of magic, but it wouldn't touch his skin, and, like her previous attempts, failed almost instantly.
"Magic cannot touch you, Merlin," she explained, "Your very presence nullifies it. Your magical nature has been turned utterly on it's head. Mab cannot attack you. She cannot push you away. If you are close enough to her, she won't even be able to teleport away. You will have Excalibur back. You know it can hurt the gods. With it, you will be able to defeat Mab as you never could have otherwise." Merlin stared at her, dully.
"So, instead of running the risk of me becoming a weapon for Mab, you've ripped me apart and reassembled me into one that will kill her?" he asked, "Do you have any idea what this feels like?"
"It was neccessary," the Lady replied, simply. Merlin's gaze was unfocused and angry. At that moment, he would have quite happily killed HER for what she had done to him, never mind her sister.
"You want me to kill Mab for you?"
"No," the Lady shook her head, "I need you to bring her here. Use whatever means neccessary, but don't kill her. Events have been set in motion that I need to find out about."
"So you have put me through hell, and now I'm not to kill the woman I swore to defeat after all?" Merlin demanded, "Tell me, Lady, what am I to expect at the end of all this? Will you take this damned thing off me? I never asked for it, and once you have Mab, or kill her, or whatever it is you wish to do to her, my part in this is done." The Lady regarded him for a moment.
"I will do what I can for you, Merlin, of course- but not before some sort of resolution is reached." And perhaps Merlin would have noticed her evasiveness if his head hadn't been aching, and his mind puzzled by this strange turn of events. She turned to the sentries, "Take him to the entrance to the World of Men. Give him Excalibur. Send him to Camelot." They began to pull him from the room, "And Merlin!" she called after them, "This does not grant you physical protection. Beware of Mordred and his knights." And with that, Merlin was pulled towards a boat, and the way out of this strange little kingdom that had been his prison these past few days.
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Post by Zoicite on Oct 22, 2008 4:31:17 GMT
(Wonderful my lovely wifey! XD Now, let's see what I can do...)
Morgan had waited patiently, tossing the thing around and wondering about it's real nature for quite some time. Why could she touch it? How did it's boundaries go beyond the stricter ones of life and death? Eventually though, so many questions with so little answers frustrated her. She began to grow bored, and tucking it away in her dress, floated up to look for someone, anyone at this point, to talk to. Her wish was to be granted, as she saw one of Mordred's...guards, knights, what have yous, pacing the hallway in a routine check. She calmly floated his direction, taking some twisted pleasure in her ability to float, and hailed him down. "What news?"
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Post by himiko on Oct 24, 2008 23:33:22 GMT
Glad ye liked it, my dearest And an excellent post from you, I see! --- The guard all but jumped out of his skin at the sight of Morgan's ghost drifting towards him. Of course, he'd been aware of her presence- she'd been floating about the castle for days, all the guards knew that the new king's dead mother was rather assertively haunting the castle. But to be aware of her presence was one thing, to actually encounter it was another. And for her to actually address him... Perhaps the guard, who was rather young and inexperienced, can be forgiven to some extent for being distracted from his guarding duties and stumbling over a reply to the dead woman before him. "P-pardon? I mean, my lady..." Morgan clicked her tongue impatiently. "I said, "What news?"" she replied, impatiently, "What's going on? What's Mordwed planning at the moment? Is anything exciting happening?" "Oh..." the guard replied, lamely, "Well... Queen Mab's been to see His Majesty again..." There was another woman that gave him the creeps, come to mention it. Beautiful, no doubt about it, but terrifying with it. Morgan sighed. "Mab's always coming to see Mordwed," she complained, "Isn't there anything new happening?" The guard blinked, thought for a moment. "Well... His Majesty has called some of his knights to council," he told her, "I believe he's planning to strike out at his father's knights, the ones that fled the battlefield." Morgan nodded, slowly, as though she had a wealth of experience in these matters, "And, of course, he's planning his coronation..." Morgan's face immediately brightened. "Ah, I love parties!" she bubbled, happily. There would be plenty of people there, it would surely make for far more excitement than solitary drifting through this castle. -- Merlin had never been overly fond of Morgan le Fey- with her having been allied with Mab for so long, it would have been odd if he had been. However, the presence of her spirit there gave the man good reason to be thankful in this instance, for it distracted the guard thoroughly enough for Merlin to get past him. His skills that he had picked up through living in the woods most of his life had to suffice for the rest, for he had no magic to fall back on. Still, at least Mab wouldn't be able to sense his magic approaching. That was something... Yes, thought Merlin, and it was pitiful comparison to what he'd lost. His head ached fiercely, and he rested in a doorway before continuing on his way. Mab would be here. She had to be here. He had no other way to reach her.
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Post by Zoicite on Oct 25, 2008 19:18:07 GMT
;D It's picking up again! Hooray!
With the new and very exciting news to look forward to, Morgan floated off, smiling. She could stand a few days with no excitement. It would make the coronation so much better in comparison. In the meantime, she felt like finding a room to mark as her own, somewhere she liked being...maybe with pretty murals, some interesting artifacts, or scrolls. Yes, scrolls. She did read, she only preferred firsthand knowledge for it's excitement and trial and error. But here there may be some text that would be worth reading to pass the time. She meandered with this intent in mind for a while, checking every room, finding most of them alright, but not quite what she had envisioned. About ten minutes into her quest, she paused and turned, to stare at Merlin. He had frozen when she came through the wall. She smiled and waved at him, then continued on her way. Perhaps this day wouldn't be as boring as she had thought, after all. And right after she found a wonderful room, perfectly to her taste, the air in the castle went cold, a sure sign that Queen Mab had arrived, and wasn't in the best of moods. Morgan grinned, studying the golden decorations on the mantle. She just may take a trip to see the inevitable battle later. Yes, the day was getting better every minute.
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Post by himiko on Oct 29, 2008 2:28:03 GMT
Merlin had stared in alarm when Morgan had drifted into the room where he had been waiting, sure that she would shout, or try to raise an alarm. But she did nothing, simply smiled at him, waved, and went on.
So, Merlin wondered, was she still so undecided, or perhaps, unbothered, as to which side came out on top in this war? Perhaps, he thought, but even so, it was Mordred's- and, by extension, Mab's- stronghold that she had chosen to station herself in. Caution would have to be exercised, and, more than that, speed was even more of the essence than it had been before.
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It wasn't hard to find Mab. Why would she see any need to hide herself, after all? Her eyes shot to face Merlin as the door to her chambers swung open, her gaze flickering from irritation, to surprise when she saw who it was, to relief.
"Merlin?" Her voice seemed doubtful, the look in her eyes slowly changing from relief to caution, "What happened? You vanished..."
"I was with your sister," Merlin cut her off, having little wish to exchange pleasantries. He wanted this hideous thing that had been done to him undone, he wanted Mab gone, he wanted Arthur and Nimue back. The last thing, he could never have, he knew that. But for the first two, he wanted them done as quickly as possible.
"I thought as much," Mab replied. Her next words were angry, but not, Merlin sensed, with anger directed at him, "Your magic is gone. She severed it, didn't she? And why, by all the gods, why have you come back here? Mordred will kill you, you don't stand a chance without your magic." Merlin took hold of Excalibur, held it out towards Mab.
"I don't have my magic, but I still have the sword," he replied, coldly. Mab laughed, disbelievingly, humourlessly.
"Oh, Merlin, you fool!" she snapped, "A magical sword does not mean you can defeat an army. Not if Mordred finds you, certainly. He has Caliban, a weapon to match Excalibur, and you are not even half the swordsman your precious Arthur was. And we've already demonstrated that you won't defeat me with it."
"Won't I?" Merlin snapped, his temper, worn to shreds by the events of these last few weeks, of the loss of Arthur and Nimue, the loss of his magic, the pain and the headaches and the emptiness, reaching breaking point, "You really don't have any idea what your sister did to me, do you?" Mab blinked, uncertainly, and in that instant, Merlin stepped forward, sword outstretched. Mab's eyes narrowed, went to fling him away and... failed. She shook her head uncertainly, tried again, with the same result.
"Do you understand now?" Merlin snapped, coldly, "You can't use your magic on me. You can't even use it around me. I have no magic, everything about me repels it now."
"I'm... sorry," Mab said, hesitantly, her comprehension of what had been done to Merlin overriding her sudden uncertainty when her magic hadn't worked. Merlin believed she genuinely meant it, too- to the Queen of Magic, such an idea must be almost as horrifying as the idea of fading away. But he hadn't come here for her condolences. He had come here for revenge, and to help himself. He didn't want her to be sorry for what someone else had done to him, he wanted to make her sorry for what she had done.
Merlin stepped forward again, grabbed Mab's arm, pointed the sword ever closer to her. For a moment, he fancied he caught a flicker of fear in her gaze, but a moment later, that was gone, as she kicked him in the leg, pulled out of his hold. Yelling out, he grabbed out at her again, and this time caught her shoulder, pulled her back towards him, and she snarled, grabbed his other arm, trying to push Excalibur away from her. He was stronger than her, but even so, the pressure she put on his arm made the sword sway rather wildly between them, and both managed to sustain shallow cuts from it. Finally, he released her shoulder, caught at her throat instead, and used his strenght to push her against the wall and hold her there. Her one arm let go of his at the impact, the other had raised itself to clutch at the hand wrapped around her neck. He stared at her, and she raised her eyes to meet his, composed, unafraid.
"You won't kill me," she told him, "You haven't the stomach for murder, Merlin. Not like this." Her eyes never even flickered towards the blade Merlin now held at his side, tilted upwards so that it pointed towards her. He growled angrily.
"Lucky for both of us, then, that I'm not here to find out," he muttered, angrily, "Your sister wants you. She wants me to bring you to her. She's turned me into this, and now I can't even see you gone."
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Morgan yawned, floating lazily through the corridors. She was sure that Merlin had been heading this way, and if he had succeeded in searching for Mab, then he certainly should have come this way by now. It was strange, she thought, that there had been no shouting, no crashing, no clashing of magic. With that in mind, she floated very quietly into Queen Mab's room, for the Queen of Air and Darkness would certainly not welcome an intrusion from Morgan's spirit, whether Merlin was present or not, and what she saw made her eyes widen.
It is worth noting, at this point, that Mab and Merlin were standing at a strange angle to the door, which Morgan had floated through, and so it was impossible for the woman to see the scene in it's entirety. Excalibur, for instance, was hidden away on the other side of Merlin, as he leaned forward to mutter his last sentence to Mab. She couldn't see either of their expressions, for Merlin's face was turned away from her, and his head hid Mab's face from view. Therefore, what Morgan saw was Merlin pressed against Mab, apparently whispering into her ear, and touching her neck, and Mab not resisting, merely clinging to his arm. And thus, conclusions were reached in Morgan's head that may not have been entirely accurate.
She withdrew swiftly from the room, a look of scandalised delight on her face. Oh, wouldn't this be a fun bit of gossip to toss into the conversation next time Mordred decided to be unpleasant to her.
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Post by Zoicite on Oct 30, 2008 6:38:20 GMT
Ohmygosh. That was a post of absolute epicness. ;D And since I'm wondering where Mordred's been this whole time.... It's time to find out! -- Things had not been going well for Mordred. Oh, sure, in the beginning it was fine, but as the day wore on he started becoming more and more irritated with his knights and soldiers. It's not that they were doing anything wrong, they were obeying orders perfectly, not overdoing anything, meandering while waiting for his instructions. No, in short, they were perfect underlings. It was something he felt. He frowned at this. The day had begun happily, but now, for no reason, and that irritated him the most, he was snappy and ill-tempered. He liked to know why, when this mood hit him, so he could take it out on the one who caused it. Easy as it would be to take it out on his knights, it served no purpose, and good underlings were hard to find. Decreasing their numbers wouldn't help him at all. No, he needed to find out where this feeling of unease was coming from, and eliminate it at it's source. Deciding this, he turned to his troops. "Gentlemen, we are going back to Camelot for a while. Pack up your things and get a move on." His army was visibly relieved, and they hurried to pack up, lest he become impatient and change his mind about how many of them would be accompanying him. Mordred amused himself by hacking at the bushes and trees with Caliban, practicing his fighting and maneuvering skills. It didn't take long until his lieutenant approached him cautiously, signaling that the troops were ready to move out. Mordred led them back towards Camelot at full haste. If he didn't find something to take out his aggression on, at least his Auntie Mab could tell him the source of it. At the thought of Mab, the unease grew. "Quicken pace, men!" He shouted. The sooner they got there, the better. -- Funny, my online dictionary registers 'mab' as not a word, but it's just fine with 'Mab'. Why does Mordred remind me of Kadaj?
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Post by fishinthesea on Oct 31, 2008 20:46:30 GMT
Hi guys! I tried to write a post, but I if I am overstepping my boundaries (because I am new and all), or if you simply don't like it, you can ignore this fully.
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Merlin had managed to twist Mabs arms behind her back, holding her slender wrists with his left hand. With the right one, he held Excalibur to her throat. Like that, they made their way through the woods, her body pressed against his, long black hair tickling his face as the wind caught in it. They had left Camelot without being held up by a guard, nobody had even seemed to notice them. “The Lady’s doing...” Merlin suspected.
“Move!” he ordered, pushing Mab forward, the sentries already waiting for them by the boat that would bring them back to the kingdom of the Lady of the Lake.
Mab hadn’t uttered a single word the whole way, and somehow it made Merlin feel uneasy. They sat in the boat; he still held her close, clutching her arms tightly, so she wouldn’t be able to teleport herself away or to attack the sentries. They reached the underground jetty in no time. Mab didn’t struggle, but wasn’t supportive either. Merlin had to pull her into a standing position, almost pushing her out of the boat. They waded through ankle deep water, up a few slippery steps and towards the entry of the castle.
Suddenly more water started to leak from the already wet stones, coming up almost knee-high. The air seemed to change slightly, and the Lady of the Lake appeared in front of them.
“Here she is.” Merlin said, prodding Mab hardly. The Queen of Darkness and Air fell to her knees, the water splashing, soaking her gown.
“You brought my dear sister to me. I want to thank you Merlin.” The Lady slightly bowed her head at the wizard.
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Post by himiko on Nov 1, 2008 23:37:56 GMT
Don't be silly, it was a great post! And it's great when new members post, especially in a fic, there's certainly no boundaries about it! -- She could have called out. It would have been humiliating, but she could have called for help, and even if her sister had something to do with the somewhat wanting security of Mordred's castle that day, someone would have heard her shout, and surely they would have had to come to help her. And that, Mab knew, was part of the reason that her sister had sent Merlin after her. If she had called for help, if the guards had come to her aid, she knew they would have killed her son, and something in her shied back from causing his death, even now. That did NOT, however, mean she was happy about being pulled through the woods with her arms held behind her, and powerless to use her magic. Her son he may be, but with whatever her sister had done to him, his presence, his very existence made Mab feel uneasy. The Lady of the Lake was a fool to create such a weapon for herself, for what weapon was more likely to turn in the hand of a magical deity? She knew that any attempt to vocalise any of this to Merlin would be met with silence or open hostility, and she certainly had no plans to plead for him to let her go. Instead, she walked along in silence, refusing to speak to Merlin, or even look at him. She stayed silent when they reached the boat, ignored the sentries just as thoroughly. She stayed silent when the boat reached her sister's kingdom, and when Merlin dragged her out of it, and up the steps, when her sister appeared, and Merlin pushed her forward so that she stumbled and fell. She didn't stay that way for long, however. Merlin, she might not have had many words for, but she had plenty to say to her sister. Pulling herself to her feet, for she was not prepared to stay on her knees in front of her sister, she brushed off her gown, and turned to face the Lady of the Lake. "An invitation might have been more warmly received," she spoke, coldly, "Though I suppose I should have long since given up on expecting you to exhibit common sense." "Mab," the Lady of the Lake smiled serenely, "I feared that you wouldn't come, considering the purpose of bringing you here. And it was far too important to bring you here to allow you the option of refusal." "Why?" snapped Mab, "What is it you want with me?" "Before you go any further, Lady," Merlin interrupted, "Whatever you've done to me, take it off. I've brought Mab to you now. I did what we agreed." Mab glanced sharply at her sister. "What have you told him..." she began, before her sister swiftly spoke over the top of her. "I agreed to do what I could for you once this matter with my sister is resolved, which it isn't yet. I may have need of you, yet." "But..." Merlin stepped forward. A look of alarm flashed briefly in the Lady of the Lake's eyes, and at a nod from her, a sentry stepped forward, in front of Merlin, blocking his path. Mab sneered as her sister turned back to face her. "Mab..." the Lady began, before she was interrupted by Mab striking her across the face, hard. Her head snapped backwards, and a sentry had stepped forward and seized Mab within a moment, pinning her arms to her sides. "Mab, are you really so fond of fighting that you plan to make such futile attempts at escape?" her sister demanded, irritation clear under the usually calm surface. Mab raised her eyebrow. "Oh, sister dearest, that wasn't an attempt at escape. It was a demonstration. You are just as powerless with Merlin here as I am. That's why you need your guards here- to protect yourself. Because there's surely only so long you can keep stringing Merlin along for, and then you really will have something to worry about, won't you?" Mab noted with satisfaction that her sister was grinding her teeth, ever so slightly. "Now," she asked coldly, "What do you want with me? It's clearly something unpleasant, from all your preparations. I'm sure we're all curious to know."
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Post by himiko on Nov 6, 2008 20:19:33 GMT
*gives Cid a teeny poke*
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Post by Zoicite on Nov 10, 2008 20:01:33 GMT
(I'm VERY Curious to know...but the Lady of the Lake in my hands is a recipe for disaster )
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Post by Lane of Magic on Nov 11, 2008 16:34:53 GMT
Bwaha. Didn’t I tell you it would be the Lady’s fault, if this story got stuck again? That said, I’m also curious to see how it plays out. *nod*
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Post by fishinthesea on Nov 12, 2008 10:56:59 GMT
Okay, guys, I am giving it a try! I know this sucks beyond measure, and again ignore it if you don’t like it, but hey, I had to get the story to move on.
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“Sister, I do not wish to start a war between the Elemental Kings. We both know that this would be fatal. We can’t keep hurting each other. We have a too great responsibility for this world, we need to protect it.”
Mab raised an eyebrow at her sister. “To tell me this you had Merlin threaten me with Excalibur and drag me here against my will? And for that you had to take the magic from him?” she shot the wizard a short glance that sent shivers down his spine. She wasn’t looking at him in a hateful manner, no, it seemed like she was almost concerned. But then again, with her, it was always hard to tell. “Not so long ago, you simply used to pay me a visit when you had something to say to me.” Mab rubbed her wrists unconsciously, she still seemed to feel Merlin’s grip on her skin. “And if I remember correctly, I’ve been the only one who has ever seemed to care about our fate and our position in this world. I was the only one willing to fight.”
The Lady of the Lake slightly tilted her head, her silver skin shimmering. “Sister, I want you to withdraw from the world of the humans. They need to find their own way, and if they decide to follow the new way, then so may it be.”
“What? How can you tell me that we need to protect the world and then that I need to withdraw from it? You are made of water, you spend your days in a lake. I need to care of my people!” Mab snapped.
“My dear sister, you need to be giving up your powers.”
Mab’s eyes became hard, looking like she was going to hit her sister again. She opened her mouth to speak, but got interrupted by a dark voice from the back of the room.
“I am afraid she can’t do that.” Everybody turned and watched as Idath appeared behind Merlin.
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Post by Zoicite on Nov 13, 2008 8:17:07 GMT
(LOL So THAT'S Where he's been this whole time! Waiting to make a dramatic entrance. ;D Okay, I'll give it a shot)
The Lady of the Lake's eyes widened for a moment, then she adjusted to Idath's sudden appearance. For a moment, no one spoke, they were obviously waiting for the Lady to say something, and she curiously remained silent. Finally Mab took the initiative.
"I am curious to know exactly why that is, if you'd be so kind." Her voice was laced with a hint of testiness, it was her power they were talking about, after all, her freedom, her very existence.
Idath stepped aside to reveal the ghost of Morgan, clutching something and looking rather sullen about being there at all.
"It is now entirely up to her, strange as it may seem." Idath replied rather placidly enough, but there was a sparkle of amusement in his face as he gestured to Morgan. "She has the ability, and it's also why I cannot take her. It has....seeped into her, if you will."
Morgan shimmered nervously under the eyes of everyone there, and clutched the odd box tighter to herself. "What?" She asked petulantly.
There was a collected stunned silence from everyone, while Idath remained in a humorous mood, waiting to see how this would turn out. In fact, it had been quite some time since something like this had occurred, and Mab's sneaky glances at him told him that she was expecting something large indeed for his odd behaviour. Well, she wouldn't be surprised then. "Who wins this battle...is up to Le Fay." Idath finished, and all eyes turned to Morgan again.
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Post by fishinthesea on Jan 5, 2009 16:53:24 GMT
There was no fire burning in the fire places, and the air was a lot colder than usual.
"Auntie Mab?" Mordred called, but got no answer. A cold shiver ran down his spine. He had never seen the throne room of Camelot this abandoned and deserted. In fact, the whole castle seemed to be empty. No servants were running up and down the hallways, no one was in the kitchen, no children were playing in the corners.
"Auntie Mab?" he called again, louder this time. Still no answer.
Mordred cursed under his breath. This wasn't normal, frankly, this was highly alarming. He opened his mouth to call for his mother, but the word died on his lips. The uneasy feeling that had been pestering him all day was now threatening to suffocate him. Suddenly, Mordred understood that Queen Mab wasn't able to hear his call. There was something terribly, terribly wrong.
The new King of Britan stormed out of the room, and out in the courtyard. For the first time in his life, Mordred was glad to see the villagers minding their business in the courtyard. At least this was still normal.
He saw one of his servants sitting on a log near the stables. "Liam! My horse! Now!" he shouted.
"But your horse is tired your majesty. We have been riding all day long!" Liam answered, but got up to prepare the horse for the king.
"Then I'll take a different one, I don't care, but I NEED a horse, do you hear me?!" Mordred's voice had turned into a deep, but loud growl.
"Yes, your majesty." --- Mordred dug his heels into the flanks of the black stud, chasing it up and down the hills and through small rivers. All he knew was that staying in Camelot was probably the worst thing to do right now. Without Queen Mab, everything just felt so wrong. "Faster!" he hissed at the horse. "Run as fast as you can. We need to find her, we need to!"
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