Thaumaturgy

Chapter 10

No silver moonlight filter through the thick layer of grey clouds that hung above the Camelot. For high above, in his rampant tower, Uther Pendraon stared out of a window over his kingdom, steely grey eyes taking in the sight, blanketen in black. He leaned on the crook of his arm, elbow hide against the stern stone wall, legs wide in a position of authority. Dusts floated through the air and collecting themselves around his lavish study and he sighed in frustration at the mess that still lay on his desk. He had had Hadd, his manservant, besides from Ralph, hanged, as magical artifacts undercovered in his chamber. His replacement was lacking.

There was a knonck on the door.

"Come." Uther commanded not looking away from out the window. The heavy door creaked open skowly and Ralph, his musteline adviser, came in, with his head bowed low.

"My lord-" He was cut off vetry quickly, as Uther was impatient. He turned away from the inky blackness fo the window to glower at his cowed adviser.

"Why is the Demysting not complete yet?" He demanded seddenly. Ralph fell to the ground before his master, under the weight of is glare.

"My leage, forgive me, the magic is not very strong, the sources have been depleated, but the Demysting it grows in strenght every day, soon it will be complete and magic will be destroyed!!" He beggeds squeamishly.

"This is not good enough!!" Uther screamed and, picking up a chalice from the desk, he threw it at Ralph, the metal cup hit himm and then clattered to the floor with a clang, spilling red port – crimson as blood – everywhere all over the floor.

"I'm so sorry my lordd!!" Ralph begged in suplicatiom. Uther sniffed at him snottily.

"Clean this up." He said tartly as he swept out, his cloak swoping behind him like evil scarlet wings and the door slammed behind hm.

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Morgana in her bed that night, eyes wide open, panting in fear. The dying image of her dream was burned into her emerald retinue as she reached out with a shaking hand to light her bedside candle.

Unwarranted and unwatned, the images flickered back into her vision as she collapsed on her bed, with tremours racking her slithe body. An hour glass ran backwards, at a jumpy unnatural speed, violins screeched from some place Morgrana, the seer, could not see.

Morgagan stood, along, the int middle of a desert, surrounded by sand and dunes on all side. The wind blew backwards, sucking the sand around her back into place, rather than blowing it away; to be cast upon distant shores.Slowly in time everything sped up: the sand dunes moved acrossed the dessert in front of her as the moon and sun lepta up into the sky, alternateley.

"Arthuuuuur" whispered the sands of time.

Suddently a door appeared before her, and she stepped through it, leaving the sands of time behind herm and it's whilering winds. Through the portal she found herself in a field, alono the moon was high, but the light it cast was of the sun, bright enough to illuminate all round her in clarity. Suddenly she heard a cry, "Arthur!!" full of terror. She plieted around but the voice had come from the sky. She saw a figure fall in the fireld in the distance. In a flash they were back up, and the voice called again, "Arthur!!" only for the figure to crumple to the ground again. Morgana ran, fear and panic running in her blood, but no matter how hard she tried, the figure got no closer, and the distance between the stretched out like a cashm. Frantic, she called out "Arthur!!" and the figure turned, blonde hair glittering in the sun.

The vision cut, like a sword through the air, to a man, crown on his head, leadning over a cot The man's eyes contained an alluring mixutre of sadness and love as he cooed over the baby in the crib, through the surrounding mists cut one word, crreping into Morgana's very essentience.