the magical heritage

Chapter 5

"MORGAN, STOP WITH THIS...THIS MADNESS!" Morganna pleaded out to her daughter, who had done so much evil to this world. Morgan has destroyed countless cities, towns, castles and villages, killed hundreds-of thousands of people, under the persona of her mother. For Morgan looked almost just like her mother, unlike her mother, Morgan had a hint of red in her eyes, which glowed a fierce red when angry.

Morganna got a fierce ball of fire as a reply, which she diminished with her magic easily. Their cloaks waved and tore through the air fiercely as they dueled in the now destroyed plains on the outskirts of somerset. Fire scorched the land, land that was once full of life, now dead due to the evils of one who seeks to conquer death itself.

The blast of a cutting curse flies through the air, hitting Morganna in the shoulder, sending her falling back and onto the ground, fresh blood now bathing the burnt grass in red warm blood. Surprisingly though, the burnt grass shimmers in the magical blood, coming to life once again, but much more powerful and sentient.

Morgan stumbles back shocked as the once dead grass comes to life, heading towards her. "H-HOW!" Morgan shrieks out terrified, never before has Morgan seen a Magic's blood do something as powerful as what she was witnessing. The now vine-like grass wrapped around Morgans ankles, holding her still, she tried cursing the enchanted grass, but her spells had no effect on them.

"How? You're asking me how? I thought I had taught you better Morgan, you must know evil kills and corrupts everything it touches. Yes, I may use dark magic, but dark..dark does not mean evil. You use your dark magic for horrible, despicable things, but someone truly in touch with their emotions and magic, well can do nearly anything" Morganna tells her daughter with sadness in her voice.

"HOW DARE YOU LECTURE ME ABOUT MAGIC, I AM IN TOUCH WITH MY EMOTIONS, Y-YOU ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME" morgan screamed out, dark, truly dark magic surged throughout her body, and shot outwards. The mass magical outburst turned the enchanted grass to dust, sending morganna back in the process.

Two dark tendrils emerged from Morgan's back as she slowly walked toward her fallen mother. "You see, mother," Morgan spat." I am ever more powerful than you are, and will ever be, for today is your last day on this mortal plain" Morgan stated with a deathly tone as the tendrils wrapped around her mother, stopping her from moving.

Morganna cried lightly, tears going down her face. "I am sorry daughter, I have failed you" morganna said with her voice full of sadness and regret. "But you will be the last of our magical line until someone is worthy enough to hold our powerful family magic and stop you." Morganna stated to her daughter, sadness of the now to be dead line of powerful magi' until someone is worthy enough to have the honor to have the magic of the le fay's.

Morgan laughs darkly, "and how are you supposed to do that, you're trapped, and if you're just trying to intimidate me, you've failed" Morgan told her mother just before the tendrils were stabbed into Morganna, who let out a blood curdling scream.

"G-GOODBYE MORGAN" Morganna yelled out through the pain as she brought all of her magic to the surface of her body and began chanting.

"magica de Le Fay capiatur donec inveniatur dignitas. electos omnes indignos magia haeredes, electum vitae vinculum det. ita fiat!" Morganna screamed out as her magic collapsed in on herself as the spell took hold, a huge wave of magic spread throughout the world before settling into the earth.

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What I was seeing was so...insane, watching such an intense scene from an out of body perspective is...well insane. It seems so...unreal like it shouldn't be possible, but yet this doesn't feel like a dream at all. But what if what is going on is t-true, I..I have magical powers, which I have to use to defeat this..this thing? Can I even call her a person, she killed her own mother for power.

My heart does feel warm, for Morganna, from what I have seen, is so much like my mother. She had cured her whole line to be extinct from magic until someone down the le fay line is worthy, truly worthy of the le fay magic. Somehow, even though I've never studied Latin, I knew the spell was in Latin and what it meant.

I-It seems as though...i'm the worthy Le Fay, or this is just a crazy and insanely vivid dream. though I've been having that same dream over and over again, but..this seems way farther ahead of that...those dreams.

what...what im seeing is more than just a dream, it seems like it was a moment in time. A part of my past, i-it doesn't make sense, visions of the past fly by me so quickly, yet I absorb all of the information that is flashing by me.

Morgan, never was really defeated, but turned into a wraith left to wander the earth. images of her influencing all the wars, plagues, drought and famine flash before me. the more she killed, the more power she gained. suddenly a scene is brought before me, it doesn't look that of the past, but the present. Morgan, walking through a crowd in London, though whenever she hits someone, they pass through her, yet they are still capable of seeing her, for people keep looking at her, and her very medieval outfit.

S-she must be almost at full strength then, for when she was 'Killed' she was barely a dark misty outline of a human figure. The more life force she steal from others, the closer she is to being truly back. for what can one do if they cant even touch a hair on someones head.

"nnngg!' i groan as a bright light cascades towards me, suddenly my feet hit the ground. Light is all around me, a figure in the distance walking towards me.