~~~~~A Harry Potter Fan-fiction~~~~~
Harry tries to have some quiet time after the final battle with Voldemort was over. So he travels to New York City to find some peace. But another threat awaits for him there... Will the dangers that have threate...
The sun was lowering more and more every passing minute, ready to disappear beyond the distant horizon. The forest around was filled with thick mist, but the lake below still sparkled like an emerald on the few rays of the sun left in the sky.
Avalon. A place muggles though to exist only in myths and arthurian legends. But it was there, the lake was there in all its glory, a lake that could only be found by those who dwell with the art of magic...
A young man was standing at the edge of the waterline. Keeping still, starring at the water below. His light brown hair were well conned, but his long robe colored in the shades of the night sky, was soaking wet, partly in water from the lake and partly in royal blood. He was holding a sword with both of his hands, its blade was shining between and under the dark red stains. A few tears of sadness and failure fell gently from the man's tired eyes. Suddenly, he screamed, rose and threw violently the sword far in the lake.
"Take it back!" He cried at the water. "Take it back! I shouldn't have asked for it! It only brought pain once again!"
As the sword was falling from the sky, ready to dive into the depths of the lake, a woman's arm arose from the waters and caught it by its handle before it touched the surface.
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In only moments, the arm disappeared and in front of the young man appeared a beautiful enchantress, dressed in a white long dress with long sleeves and small crystals sawn closely together on the fabric, all over the dress. Her long dark brown hair were now surprisingly dry, and falling down her shoulders in delicate waves. Merlin was looking at her with both pain and anger. Finally, he spoke:
"You lied to me. You told me I would find the one worthy to take care of Camelot while Arthur was away in the island of the lake."
"You would." The woman responded calmly"
"And that's where I found Lancelot. Lancelot du Lac. But he failed Camelot. And he failed Arthur."
"But Lancelot was never the one destined to save Arthur, Merlin."
"Than who?"
"His son. The young boy you met when you first arrived at the island. Galahad"
Merlin looked puzzled. He still didn't understand how a boy could save a kingdom
"Arthur was a boy as well when he claimed his destiny" the lady of the lake said, responding to Merlin's thoughts. "Now there is a graver danger awaiting in the shadows."
"What do you mean?" Merlin rushed to ask.
" My sister, lady Mab, fairy of air and darkness, has taken her dark schemes to a new level. She killed Morgan La Fay before the attack and offered her as a sacrifice in an old ritual. She plans to bring back an old sorcerer, known only to a few. Hi name is Herpo the Foul."
