Prompt 18.5.C (for writers_muses)
Morgan le Fey
The Guenevere Trilogy
352 words
((PROMPT PICTURE))
She swept down the center aisle of the church, draped in black. The priest paused in his practicing of his sermon, and he stared at the woman before him. He had not heard this woman come in, and yet here she was before him.
He smiled slightly and bowed his head politely to her. She reminded him of someone, the elderly man thought. Of a scared, frightened girl that he had seen once only briefly. That had been many years ago, though something in her dark eyes conjured the image anew.
A beautiful girl, even at thirteen, but willful. He had watched the Mother Superior slap the girl for a remark she had made, and she had grabbed that writhing, twisting body of the child and helped to hold her still, her chest pressed against a plank of wood, meant for arms to be rested on while receiving punishment for sins. How she had screamed when the rod had come upon her back. She had almost been too strong for him, little as she was. Ten strikes, the Mother Superior had delivered, and the girl had cried tears of anger rather than pain. She had begged and pleaded for the punishment to stop, but he had assisted the Mother. Brides of Christ must learn their place, after all...
"You remember me." Her words were cold and cruel. The priest shuddered, and he stared at her. The knowing look on her face was unsettling, as if she had seen the memory pass before his eyes.
"Sister Anne," he whispered, and he took a step back. She was not much larger than then, he should not have been afraid of her, but he was. Something in those eyes chilled his blood.
"No," she hissed. "My name is Morgan."
In an instant, she was upon him. Her form was not her own but that of a giant, black cat. The priest died with a scream as teeth sank into his throat.
The woman left the church, blood still soaking her skin, hair, and clothes, moments later, and she felt very satisfied.