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Puppets carved from blood and bone. And at their center… Morganna. She didn’t ride. She glided. Feet never touching the earth, her robes billowing like smoke, her silver crown gleaming like ice. She looked almost human—beautiful, even. But that was the lie. Her power dragged behind her like a corpse. And her eyes—those cruel, gleaming eyes—found me across the battlefield and lit with pleasure. “Well,” she said, her voice somehow both soft and booming. “The little ember returns.”

We were unstoppable together, our connection giving us strength, our love fueling our fight. But even as we fought, I could feel the dark presence of Morgana drawing closer. The air grew thick with her magic, a heavy, oppressive weight that seemed to suffocate everything in its path. And then, she appeared. Morgana stood at the edge of the battle, her eyes glowing with an eerie, unnatural light. Her hair, once dark and regal, now seemed to shimmer with a dark aura, like an extension of her twisted power. She raised her hand, and the earth trembled beneath our feet.

"Morgana? Seriously? What, is Merlin in the hallway getting us some lattes? Look, lady, I’m an academic. I deal in facts, not Arthurian cosplay. Get out before I call campus security." The air in the room suddenly intensified. The temperature plummeted, and the shadows on the walls began to writhe like living things. Morgana’s eyes flashed with a terrifying, violet light. "I took that namesake because it represents power," she hissed, her face contorting with a sudden, violent rage. "Power that men like you could never comprehend. You mock me? You, who whimpers in the dark because your grandfather’s blood is too thin to save you from mediocrity?"

"It gives people a reason to fight together. It gives them something worth dying for." --- Morgana watched from a distance, her ancient eyes unreadable. She sat on a large stone at the edge of the camp, her purple robes pooled around her, her white hair stirring in a wind that no one else could feel. She had been watching for hours, never moving, never speaking. "You have done something remarkable here," she said quietly as Lena approached. Her voice was soft, almost gentle, nothing like the ice and honey of their first meeting. "Something I have not seen in ten thousand years."

Alexis was standing in the Terminus looking at the Departure Board and frowning, ‘Why the fuck does she want to go to Cornwall? He wondered out loud turning to Morgana, ‘Alexis, do you not know your history of England? Have you never heard of King Arthur and the Great Warlock Merlin?’ Alexis shook his head smiling, ‘Are you going to give me a history lesson now Morgana?’ He chuckled and she frowned back at him not amused,

"I understand the risks, but I believe it's the right path for our tribe. We must make this decision collectively, and I'm ready to face whatever consequences come our way." Morgana's sudden appearance sent a shockwave through the group. She materialized out of thin air, her eyes blazing with anger. Before anyone could react, she had Karen by the throat, lifting her slightly off the ground. Her voice was cold and filled with malice as she spoke to Karen.

I staggered, caught by Damon. “Morgana?” Mordecai’s face had gone pale. “That’s impossible. She died twenty years ago.” “Who is Morgana?” I demanded. “Your mother’s sister,” Maren said quietly. “Your aunt. She was exiled for forbidden experiments involving bonding wolves against their will. The Council sentenced her to death, but she disappeared before the execution could be carried out.”

Queen Emerald A boy and a girl, my mind was still excited from this when we reached the lounge. I knew she was drained, I could feel it. ‘Den, please she is not worth it, you need to rest’ I say to my best friend as she holds Morgana against the wall with her magic. She looks over her shoulder at me and nods. She pulls back her shadows and Morgana drops to the floor, coughing and spluttering.

MORGANA FOSTER Morgana: Sorya, we need to talk. Morgana: Please answer me as soon as possible, I need some answers! Sorya hasn't answered me. I'm unhappy and slightly irritated. Everything these days is getting on my nerves. It must be my damn fertile period approaching again.