Artemisia

Aura

It took me a while to shift through the pages of the book to translate the diary and I had only gotten one entry done in the last two hours, but hey I got it done.

Dear diary,

That man blessed me with the ability to understand magic. This way I can hide my true thoughts and what I want to say.

I want to leave you behind as a record of the things that I have done in my life so hopefully, one day in the future, the world may one day know the truth about me.

However, for now that secret must follow me to my grave.

This blessing is my saving grace, but this may also be my curse. Hopefully, one day someone can read this and know that the leader of Camelot is truly a woman.

Hopefully that time will be a time of peace. Until then I shall continue to hide everything in this diary.

There is only one person to thank for this ability. And that person is...

"Merlin." I said aloud.

Merlin was known as the strategist and loyal court magician to King Arthur. However, he was most loyal to King Uther Pendragon as opposed to the last king he served before his death.

Merlin was tasked to conceal the identity of the true king. It is evident in the diary, but something still bothered me.

That day in the center of the greenhouse, I thought something that should not be possible, but it was something that I pondered about for a really long time.

According to the legend, there are two people in this world that should know whether or not the one true king is alive. And those people are the two who helped to contribute to the tragedy. They are; Morgan Le Fay and Nimue, The Lady of the Lake.

The one in the legend who prevented Merlin from rescuing King Arthur; Nimue and the one who threw Avalon into an enchanted lake; Morgan Le Fay should still be alive according to the legend. Morgan was a sorceress and Nimue was a nymph. Both being able to defy the laws of death, they should still be alive to this day.

I placed the diary back into my backpack and checked out the book of runes as soon as I could, before running deeper into the legends section of the library.

The more I wandered through it, the more I started to question what I knew. If King Arthur truly was a girl, what would that make of Mordred? How did that child come to be?

There were many renditions of the legend, but most of the time, Mordred was conveyed to be the child between Morgan Le Fay and King Arthur. However, in other renditions, the story would be that Mordred is the child of Morgan Le Fay and her lover.

Regardless, Mordred was the one who killed the king and the king also was the one who killed Mordred. So why was it that I had this inkling feeling that something was not right?

More than that, what was that thing that attacked me three nights ago and how did it vanish? Well I knew why it vanished. A crackle of electricity, the sudden scorch marks on the ground, something or more like someone, killed it.

I hadn't forgotten about that night, but it was obvious that something did happen and it wasn't of my own ability.

What was that light that emitted from me that day?

There were too many questions that I needed answered, but I knew that I wasn't going to get them right away. There was no way of telling. All I knew was that there are infinite possibilities and right now I needed to focus on one.