Morgana’s final breath is taken. Her soul sinks not to the place of the dead, but to a dark domain where sorcerers are gifted with immortality. She falls upon a wizard, standing at a bridge that curls across hills and passes the lonely horizon.
WIZARD: Look beyond me and view a castle on a hill. Reach
it, and you will be resurrected to a second chance, a conqueror. Do not reach
it, and you will be left wandering the land until the final judgment.
MORGANA: What do you
mean, ‘final judgment’?
WIZARD: There you will receive dues for your life.
MERLIN watches ARTHUR training with a few other KNIGHTS. ARTHUR is sword fighting, readying himself for the tournament which will happen within the week.
MORGANA and GWEN approaches, MORGANA dressed in clothes to fight in, holding a dulled training sword. ARTHUR doesn’t notice her approaching, but MERLIN does.
MERLIN: (to Arthur) A challenger.
ARTHUR doesn’t even look MORGANA’s way.
MORGANA: I hope you’re ready for a real fight. You won’t stand a chance.
ARTHUR: Lady Morgana. That’s nice of you to come cheer me on in my practice sessions, but it’s not necessary.
MORGANA: Hardly. I’m here to test your fighting skills.
GWEN steps up beside MERLIN, ready to watch the confrontation. ARTHUR is still fighting the KNIGHT.
GWEN: Hello, Merlin.
MERLIN shifts to give GWEN space. ARTHUR’s current fight breaks up as he turns to look at MORGANA. The KNIGHT he was fighting with retreats, respectful.
ARTHUR: Wait, Morgana. What are you doing?
MORGANA: You know King Uther won’t let me fight. I figured I can just beat the victor before he even wins. That’ll make me the true champion.
ARTHUR: Thanks for the vote of confidence, but you can’t just come out here ready to fight and expect to win. Do you even know how to use the sword?
MORGANA: (to Gwen) He’s just afraid that I’m going to beat him at his own game.
ARTHUR: No, that’s not true. Battle’s no place for a lady.
GWEN: (looks at Morgana, expectantly)
ARTHUR turns to MERLIN and motions for him to follow. He starts to walk to another part of the field. MORGANA follows.
ARTHUR: (to Merlin) Just ignore her. She’ll go away.
MORGANA: Ignore me at your own risk. I’m not going anywhere until you fight me.
GWEN: (to Merlin) Morgana is an excellent sword bearer.
MERLIN approaches ARTHUR who is blatantly avoiding MORGANA.
MERLIN: (to Arthur quietly) You’re not intimidated.
ARTHUR: (exchanges a look with Merlin)
MERLIN: (quoting Arthur) ‘How’s your mace work coming along?’ You said to me.
MERLIN: (defending Morgana) It seems she has listened.
MERLIN: (whispers) Go easy.
ARTHUR finally gives in. He turns to face MORGANA and twirls his sword, showing off, but seems bothered at the turn of events.
ARTHUR: Fine. But don’t cry when it hurts.
MORGANA: You’ll be the one crying.
ARTHUR and MORGANA begin to fight, but it’s obvious that MORGANA is skilled. Their swords clink several times before MORGANA starts attacking harder. Her strength takes ARTHUR off guard, and she begins to push him back. All he can do is defend himself.
MERLIN: (to Gwen) Whoa! That’s not what I was expecting.
Another one of MORGANA’s hits slam ARTHUR hard.
MERLIN: I didn’t see that coming!
GWEN: (admittedly) It’s because of her father. She was his sparring partner.
MERLIN: Can Arthur compete?
MORGANA: (to Arthur) You’re not even trying.
ARTHUR: Morgana! Calm down. You don’t want to kill me; you’re just testing my strength, remember?
MORGANA continues attacking heavily, sure of herself. There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that she’ll win the fight. Several KNIGHTS draw near to the battle, trying to find a break where they can defend their prince.
One KNIGHT takes the initiative to stop the fight; holding a shield, he rams harshly into MORGANA, shoving her with the shield to make her fall down. Another KNIGHT quickly comes over to ARTHUR to check on him, while GWEN rushes to assist MORGANA.
ARTHUR: I’m fine.
ARTHUR steps over to MORGANA to help her up.
ARTHUR: You were good.
MORGANA refuses ARTHUR’s help, her pride hurt. GWEN helps her up instead, and she gratefully takes her friend’s help.
MORGANA: You’re a fraud! You couldn’t accept defeat, could you?
ARTHUR: You were coming at me too forcefully. I couldn’t fight back like that.
MORGANA: That wasn’t fair!
MORGANA starts to leave, offended. ARTHUR is obviously sorry for what happened.
MORGANA turns to meet ARTHUR’s call with a hurt gaze.
MORGANA: Don’t expect an applaud from me on the day of the tournament. I’ll be rooting for someone with more propriety and honor.
Two years prior to the death of Arthur, the Great Wizard gave Lady Isabella strict orders to preserve the best years of King Arthur’s life, when he reigned. Isabella was gifted the echo stone: the power to capture her voice and forever keep it locked away until Camelot needed the resolve left in the good times.
Technical problems! Who has time for technicalities?
I was pleased to find an option to add audio files to my blog. I was NOT pleased to find the option is not as simple as uploading the file. Despite what tutorials you find online, it is NOT simple. It either takes money or patience, either of which I have very little. Maybe the tutorials are out of date. Or maybe a hex has been placed on the site. An evil druid, trying to put a stop to my work here? What an interesting turn of events…
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~Welcome Back to Camelot~
“Return to Camelot,” the Great Wizard told Lady Isabella. “Experience the kingdom’s golden age.” Lady Isabella is happy to return, honored to meet the king and queen of Camelot, and saddened at the news she hears of an old friend’s troubles.