Morgana's POV
The day has started and a cool breeze bites my side, sending chills into my bones. I look around and see my dress and utilities already set out for me. A smile spreads across my face as I walk over to them and get ready for the day. It's early, but I must know what is happening. "Morning, my misstress, did you sleep well?" a maid asks me, in a voice that sounds like honey; sweet, and warming. "I'm fine, do you know what I'm to be doing today by chance?" i say, trying to not scare the poor girl. "No, I'm sorry misstress, I wish that I could tell you. But, I do know that you must hurry," the girl's small voice coaxed me to get into the dress and out the door.
I walk into the room with Mordred drapping over the map and books trying to find something that I believe has nothing on them. They probably hold no secerets to this world, as all of the olden ways are all gone. "Here! Look Morgana, I've found something about them. This is a map that is from our time, and this map is from this era. With these two mas we can find the island. Also, this book, it's about the legend of Arthur; it tells us of the island as well. Maybe we can find the lost island and ask for the advice of the before Highpreistesses? They could give us another way of destroying Arthur Pendragon." Mordred grins as he is moving from map to map to book. Trying to find a missing link that can be unearthed in these texts. " If you can find this island, then we shall travel to it, and reunite us all together. We shall find them, and make sure that Emrys can never find out." Laughing as i storm out of the throne room, thinking;
May the powerful Emrys live a long and fullfilling life, for it will soon come to an end.
