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In her never ending search and desire to learn of the Old Religion, Morgana studied every bit of it she could find. It was few and far between though, and her connection to the druids was not something that she trusted these days. There were a lot of people she didn't trust these days. Now, a mess of scrolls lay across the table under her sleeping frame. Her ventures had brought her across them, they regarded mostly Norse Mythology. Something that was only distantly related to her study, but all she had was time and she devoured whatever she could find. 

Waking with a start, she rubbed her tired eyes and looked down at a depiction of Loki, the God of Mischief. Shaking her head she tried to locate the piece she was reading about before she fell asleep, the Bifrost, which allowed those who had access to it to travel between worlds. In her dream, she had used a spell to summon the Bifrost, yet as soon as she entered it the dream had ended. It was foretelling, she could feel it in her bones. With some crazed reckless abandonment for answers, she walked outside her hovel, and used the very same spell she had in her dream, only for her eyes to widen as the familiar looking tunnel of light dropped from the sky. Looking around nervously, and wondering if she was still in a dream, Morgana held her hand out, hovering just before touching it. The thing hummed with magic. 

"Damn the consequences," she whispered into the empty night. Her cautiousness over the past few months of her life buried her sense of adventure, now it jumped forth and without giving herself time to second guess, she stepped into tunnel. 

The magic off the bridge tested her, pulled at every corner of her mind. Unknowingly it anchored to her to someone that she was not all that different from, anchored her to another's magic and that's where the Bifrost took her to. She struggled for control and understanding. When she realized that the bridge was gone her arms wrapped around her torso and she examined her surroundings. Wherever she was, she was direly out of place, the people near her were whispering to each other. Morgana's eyes were wide and her heart was beating fast, everyone looked so strange. This place looked so strange, and the last thing she could remember was murdering her sister....