Becoming Magic

A Friendly Game

While he was walking toward the grounds, Lancelot had heard many people discussing that strange sensation of love and happiness that seemed to have gone through the town. The townspeople seemed to think it was a sign to come of how the Kings rule would be.

"The whole castle is buzzing this morning. Did you feel anything this morning Lance?" Elyan asks as he joins Lancelot on the training grounds.

"It was the most incredible thing." Was all Lancelot could say, with a far off look in his eyes.

"I don't think I've ever felt anything that, I don't know, peaceful? Content?" Gwaine was looking a bit troubled trying to find the words to describe what he had awoken to that morning.

"Whatever it was, it happened on the last day of the tournament celebrating Arthur's coronation. It's got to be a good sign for things to come, right?" Leon said.

Arthur was making his way over towards his knights to wish them luck before the tournament kicked off. "Best of luck to you all. I'm sure today is going to be quite interesting if this morning is anything to judge from. It's been almost a year since Morgana and her immortal army were here, but for the first time, I feel like things are going to be much better from here on out."

"It reminded me of home," Percival said with a small smile.

"It felt like home" Arthur added under his breath, gazing towards the rising sun. Shaking his head as if to clear it, "Anyways, good luck. Don't celebrate too much this evening, I still plan to leave fairly early tomorrow." At that Arthur made his way to the stadium and horns sounded marking his arrival to the gathering crowd.

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(Near the White Mountains) Morgana woke with a start. She looked around noticing that the sun had only crested the horizon moments ago. She was overcome by an intense and overwhelming feeling of all the good things she had pushed aside in her drive for revenge. She remembered being a little girl and sitting in a meadow with her father enjoying the early summer sun. It had been so long that anger and resentment had been driving her that she forgot what happiness truly felt like. She heard Morgause gasping near her and rushed to her sisters' side. "No, it can't be" she whispered.

"What? What can't be?" Morgana questioned her.

"Magic in the form of a pure soul has emerged. Much like a boy coming of age. That. That should not be possible!" Morgause struggled to sit up. "We must hurry, sister. As this magic will only grow and will prevent us from putting our plan in to action."

"I understand. But we must still wait for the right time. We are not far from the Isle of the Blessed, but Samhain is still weeks away." Morgana reasoned with her sister.

"Of course. You are right. As we are both up, we may as well move on for today." Morgause added. Morgana gathered up their belongings and loaded them up in to the cart and then carefully assisted her sister in as well. She placed a blanket on her sister and began their journey once again.

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Deep in the Valley of the Fallen Kings, at an abandoned fortress, a group of disreputable men gathered. They sat around a stone table discussing ways to best bring about profit and prosperity for their like. The fire light and candles cast an eerie glow on their faces. "Since we're all here, best get this started and over with and be on our way." The man at the head of the table says.

"So the plan is what? Meet here once a week to trade wares?" The man to his left asks.

"Straight to the point then, eh Jorin? Alright, well, the plan is fairly simple. It seems that King Arthur has been quite occupied within the citadel of Camelot hosting a fortnight of celebrations for his coronation. Leaving those outside to fend for themselves. I was approached by a man called Helios who is in need of Soldiers that he plans to use to test this new King. I expect no less than a few men from each of you by the end of the week."