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[Lancelot, standing on the edge of a riverbed, had traveled north after the battle for the Silmaril by himself. Realizing that it would have constituted a sort of abandonment of his post, he decided to let Ganondorf know what he was doing.]

Members of the Unseelie and Seelie courts. I have a warning for you. I, the Knight of the Lake, have been recruited to aid the Dryads of La Llorona in the defense of Fairy-held safe havens throughout the realm. As such, I will eliminate any enemy to them I come across. If you have information on those who threaten such realms, send messages to me. I will end such offenders.

That is all.

[Lancelot added a second message to Ganondorf, specifically.]

[PRIVATE/TEXT/TO: GANONDORF]

My lord. My true upbringing stems from the support of the fey. In this, I'm indebted to them to protect their lands and their well-being.

In this, I will be working to restore one of their Glens, so it may flourish in the wake of battles that had sundered it. Despite this, I will always be available for your sake. Please, do not hesitate to call upon my aid if necessary. My response will be ever swift.

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[ YOU STILL KILLED A DRAGON, SIR. ] And he was so different to the magic beings you now defend? [ the threat to lives falls deaf on her ears, she has long since stopped caring for the average person. the same people that would have tied her to a stake for what she is.

though some of the sharpness seems to fade from her expression as he continues. his mother a fae? truly she did not expect it, nor does she fully believe him. if she tried would she able to sense him as kin? ]

What was her name?

[you kill ONE dragon]

He was insane. Creatures of magic are no different than men, my lady. They can go insane as easily as we may.

[Though, something about Morgana's expression made him feel a touch confused.]

Still, you do not know her? She is Nimue. Not my mother by birth, but the woman who adopted me.

[ a venomous comeback stills on her tongue, his mother's name spoken. yes, she knows that name, she knows it as well she knows her own. ]

I know of her. Though the woman I know of adopted no son, she was a High Priestess of the Old Religion, one of the few remaining before she was killed.

Much like the dragons of my land, she was hunted for being a creature of magic. [ and it returns, with less venom than originally intended. ]

[--To which Morgana said the worst possible thing in the world. The one person in the world who took care of him as a child and gave him the utmost of purpose. Even if 'Nimue' was of a different world, she was still 'Nimue'. To hear she was killed...]

Who? [Lancelot's handsome face stricken, he suddenly looked more like a monster. Black wisps of magic engulfed him, his visible anger shaking the locket as the thought of the Lady of the Lake's death took him to a point of inconsolable anger. It didn't have to be 'his' Nimue. His voice echoed, heartache taking him too easily. He didn't even have confirmation.]

Who would do such a thing!? To slay that woman--!!

[ where others would flinch morgana does not, she faces his anger and grief with the opposite. as calm as she can be when speaking of one of her own being killed. she did not know nimueh herself, but morgause did. all she was taught was in turn taught to morgana, the woman may as well have been family. ]

Many would do such a thing, Uther himself would strike her down if he had the chance. His hatred for magic knew no bounds and not even children were safe.

As for who struck the blow, I do not know. Only that she was felled on the Isle of the Blessed, and my sister took her place. [ then morgana took hers. ]

[He couldn't speak. Lancelot's fingers knitted against his face, trying to think through it. He overreacted. No--the words terrified him even if they were possibly untrue. The problem was, Lancelot had never had that kind of fear in his heart, before. Nimue was supposed to be eternal. Nothing could kill her. Still, he worried that he was wrong.

She did, after all, bear the name of a great and powerful witch, this Morgana.]

...Why would Uther Pendragon demand such a thing? [There was weariness in his voice.]

Uther was the one who begged Merlin to make his heir into a dragon.

[ uther begging merlin? the thought is so impossible that it is laughable, the king of her memory would never beg a mere servant to do anything. and merlin himself? he is nothing but a servant, incapable of turning anything into a dragon. ]

Perhaps the Uther of your... realm. [ he may as well be speaking madness, for how little it sits in her ears. she cannot envision uther begging anymore than she can watching merlin cast magic. ]

The Uther I know was a tyrant who would kill any who had magic, and anyone who helped someone with magic. He was a cruel man, so cruel that he would have put me, his own daughter, to death for what I could do.

[ and how well she learned from him. ]

[Lancelot simply looked curious, his fury and grief washing away in the wake of something so confusing that he could scarcely comprehend it. Uther, trying to stamp magic out of his realm? It seemed like a suicidal notion to get behind.]

Your Uther is a fool, then, a mere shadow of what he should have been.

[He wouldn't have been so vehement in that statement had Morgana not told him of Nimue.]

Camelot's successes, its boundaries of strength and its glory relied on magic as much as the might of its warriors and knights. Without such a thing, it would be doomed to destruction.

He is a dead fool.

[ and still it does not feel like the victory it should have been, years later. still she does not celebrate and laugh at the old king's demise, for it changed nothing. ]

Perhaps the Camelot you know, but the one I grew up in differs greatly.

The enchanted swords: Excalibur, Excalabur Galatine and Arondight. The three swords of our Round Table that kept it stable were forged by fairies specifically for the sake of Camelot's growth.

[He added to it, morosely.]

For whatever anger you have had towards Camelot, if 'bias against magic' is the only one, you would have lived well in our realm.

[ he may be right in that. she would have lived well in his realm once, but no longer. she could not abandon her war even if she wanted to, which she does not. ]

Perhaps.

As I've often heard, 'family' is more important than bitter vows. [He never had the chance to experience it, himself. Lancelot's only family was Nimue and he never betrayed her even once.]

If 'he' comes here, perhaps you and he can forgive one another.

[ morgana laughs and the sound is sharp. ]

If you speak of Uther, then you are foolish. I could never forgive him for what he did to me.

Uther? Of course not.

I mean Arthur. Uther would never be as capable as Arthur is of such forgiveness.

[ something flashes across her face then. forgiving arthur? after all he stole from her (her whole life) how could she? how could she when she spent two years rotting in a pit with no hope of escape and he did nothing? ]

No, I could no more forgive him as I could forgive his father. [ yet she doesn't sound so convinced. ]

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