A book of skulls

Morgan Le fey

"right..."

"right!"

"right..."

"okay good"

I  went home and all seemed good that is until Darol came to me one day.

"you know how I told you it was magick tricks?"

"ya?"

"well it was no magick tricks, Bong, it was...this"

He then pulled out a giant book covered in skulls and handed to me.

"I don't know what it is..."

"it's...a spell book" I took the cover and examined it...I placed my hand over it and felt all of the pages. It was old. It was defined. It belonged to a powerful sorcerer given that, it was reeking magick.

"I think I know who's" I looked up at Darol his eyes were twitching and he kept petting his own hands.

I felt the pages and allowed the book to speak to me. It was Morgan le feys, king Arthur and merlins famous rival.

"it's morganas" I remarked. Darol's eyes opened wide, and he took as step back.

"you mean the Morgana, like King Artuhor's enemy Morgana from the legends, that rivaled Gwenvier in beauty!"

"Your starting to sound like an old dude now" I laughed.

"maybe so, but still!"

I took the spellbook and placed it within my bag.

"what are you doin?"

Darol asked in his west wales ascent.

"taking it, It's not safe for mortals eyes"

I began to leave Darol had an odd look.

"but your mortal!" He yelled.

"less so then you!"  I yelled back.

I ran home, I live pretty close to my school, and showed my mother.

"this is..."

"Morgana, or morgan, or Morgan Le fey, whatever name you want to call her's book"

"Dear...Bong..how did you find this?"

"I...stumbled...upon...it"

I wasn't very casual.

"Bong tell me the truth"

"It's true."

She sighed.

"fine don't tell me. But whatever the case, we need to look inside."

"okay"

We opened the book carefully.

Inside was what I had seenbefore Sketches. Paintings, and words written in a form of English that I could not understand. English may be my first language but that does not mean I speak the ancient form of it. I studied the textures. I saw one passage I somewhat understood

"The person who readeth from this text shalt maketh mine image and summon me forth through the mind of their words.  " I placed my hand over the text. In a flash II was being sucked in and pulled through. I awoke in a medival chamber. With a pail women of great beuty standing before me.

"who art thee"

She spoke as she raised a sword to my heart.

"My name is bong"

"speaketh english oh devil that hath cometh into mine chambers"

"my nameith isith Bongith"

"art thee mocking me? "

"noith! I am not ith"

"thee art!"

"what does art have to do with this?"

She raised her sword.

She started saying a chant.

"who are thee ith?"

"Morgan le fey. i am of charm dear mortal much as ye are"

"okay...charm must mean magick...right well where am I?"

"ye are in mine home"

"oh okay...um how do I escapeth?"

"thou can't"

"pardon?"

"ye are trapp'd hither"

"great"

She looked disgruntled.

"come anon thou mustn't pout thou can help me with mine spells f'r i ne'd all of the help i can get."

"okay"

This lady made no sense what so ever .She was clearly chanting a translation spell but it only working  at half capacity translating some speech but not all.

I helped her with the spells for the rest of the day when she finally sat down.

"we art done working f'r today"

"okay"

"so this means that you and I shall relax"

"wait you just made sense"

"so did you it seems the spell is finally working at full capacity"

"so it's translating fully now?"

"yes"

"great." I gulped.

"yes now mortal or Bong I believe your called. We are done workingfor today, come with me and rest"

"I need to get home?"

"indeed"

"no I need to get home!"

"right"

"are you listening Morgana?"

"Not really come now rest"

Dammit I thought as I layed down in the sack of flower she had layed out for me. Today was not a good day.