Morgan's Base Camp, 1509
Morgan then says, "To be honest, my niece. I want your magic."
Rhaenys then asks Morgan, "Why do you want my magic?"
Morgan replies, "Because I want to use your magic to take Camelot and rule as their queen. This is something that should have belonged to me from the start."
Rhaenys narrowed her eyes, clearly taken aback by the boldness of her aunt's ambition. "You think my power can simply grant you a throne? Magic comes with its price, Morgan."
Morgan smirked, her determination unwavering. "I'm willing to pay any price, even if it means bending the very fabric of destiny itself."
Rhaenys shook her head, a mix of concern and intrigue in her gaze. "Be careful what you wish for, because destiny has a way of twisting our desires into something unrecognizable."
Morgan stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with fervor. "Then let it twist," she declared, her voice steady. "I will shape it to my will, no matter the consequences."
Morgan sent another wave of magic at the group, her determination radiating from her every move.
Unbeknownst to Rhaenys, her magic instinctively flared to life, creating an invisible barrier that blocked the attack. The crackle of energy hung in the air, a silent testament to her unrecognized power.
As the barrier shimmered, Rhaenys felt an unfamiliar surge within her, a connection to the raw magic that had always been just out of reach. With newfound confidence, she stepped forward, ready to confront Morgan and assert her strength in the unfolding clash.
Rhaenys could sense the tension in the air as Morgan's expression shifted from surprise to rage. Determined not to let fear overwhelm her, she focused on the energy surrounding her, channeling it into a radiant shield that pulsed with her heartbeat.
As the wave of magic surged toward her, Rhaenys stood firm, her shield glowing brighter in response. She knew this confrontation would define her path, and she was ready to embrace her destiny.
The crackle of energy enveloped her, and with every pulse of her shield, she felt the weight of her ancestors' expectations pressing down upon her. This was not just a battle against Morgan; it was a fight for her identity and the legacy she intended to forge.
With a swift motion, Rhaenys unleashed a wave of magic, sending it crashing toward Morgan. The impact knocked Morgan hard against the wall, leaving her momentarily stunned.
"Not bad, princess," Morgan said, regaining her composure. "But that doesn't mean you're going to win."
Then Morgan sends another wave of magic at Rhaenys, catching her off guard. Her father runs to her to check if she's okay.
Arthur rushed to Rhaenys, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay?" he asked, scanning her for injuries.
Rhaenys shook her head in an attempt to clear the fog of confusion. "I'm fine, Dad. I'm just a bit surprised," she replied, her voice steady.
Arthur couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and worry. He knew that the intensity of the battle was daunting, but he trusted in his daughter's strength.
As Morgan prepared for another attack, Rhaenys stood tall, with determination glimmering in her eyes. "I won't back down," she declared, ready to face her opponent once more.
With fierce resolve, she tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword, feeling the weight of her ancestors' legacy behind her. Each heartbeat pulsed with adrenaline, fueling her spirit as the clash of steel echoed around her, reminding her that victory was within reach if she could summon the courage to fight.
Suddenly, Morgan mercenaries emerged from the shadows, encircling her group with calculated precision.
Morgan then tells her men, "You deal with Arthur and his men. I'll handle his daughter."
One of the mercenaries says, "Yes, my lady."
Then the mercenaries begin to attack Arthur and his knights.
The air crackled with tension as the knights prepared to defend themselves, swords drawn and shields raised. Arthur's eyes narrowed, determination etched on his face, as he shouted commands to rally his men, ready to protect not only their honor but also their lives.
As the clash of steel rang out, Arthur's heart raced, fueling his resolve. He knew that protecting his daughter was paramount, and he couldn't allow anything to distract him from that mission.
The air crackled with tension as Morgan and Rhaenys continued to fight each other with their magic.
Just then, Serephina and her men joined the fray, their presence a sign of redemption. Together, they charged into battle, turning the tide against their foes.
Rhaenys unleashed a powerful spell, sending waves of energy rippling through the battlefield. As the magic surged, it ignited the determination within Arthur, giving him newfound strength.
The moment a strange portal began to open on the ground, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.
Rhaenys took advantage of the portal and sent a powerful wave of magic at Morgan. Sending Morgan through the portal.
Morgan screamed in surprise as the wave of magic enveloped her. She couldn't comprehend what was happening as she was pulled into the strange portal.
In an instant, the portal closed, leaving Arthur and Rhaenys standing in stunned silence. What had just happened, and where had Morgan gone?
Moments later, Rhaenys fainted from exhaustion, collapsing to the ground as the weight of her actions overwhelmed her. Arthur rushed to her side, his heart racing with concern as he tried to assess the situation.