Nov 02, 2010 13:52
“I’m telling you sister, something is wrong,” Morgause said and shook her head. “My magic is powerful. Arthur should have been dead by now.”
“Arthur is awful lucky the last couple of yeas,” Morgana agreed with a nod.
Something was bothering her quite some time now. Every since she had come back to Camelot. It was just a feeling, but it didn’t seem to go away. Plan after plan had gone wrong and there was only one explanation; magic.
Someone was using magic. It had to be magic. It was the only thing that made sense. Magic against magic. Someone close to Arthur…Merlin! But Merlin was just a servant and not a bright one. Unless…
“Magic,” she said loud.
Morgause agreed with her, “I thought the same, sister. Someone inside Camelot is using magic.”
“Then,” Morgana said with a grin, “We fight magic with magic.”
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