Camelot Burns
Morgana wasn't sure of how long the peacefulness of Morgause's spell had lasted. Days, hours, minutes, time had no sway here. When the storm clouds rolled in on her beautiful golden field and she caught site of the Camelot in the distance, smoke rising, sadness swept over her.
In bare feet and a flowing white dress Morgana made her way to the city, it was horrific what she saw there. The whole lower town was in flames, she tread slowly so as to not step on anything. Smoke filled her lungs and she coughed violently, eventually seeing blood on her hands from it.
Slowly she made her way to the castle. Where were her friends? Where was Arthur defending it? Had he fled when Camelot needed him most?
Eventually Morgana found herself in the throne room. Reverently she approached the King's chair and bowed before it.
"Long Live the King," she said the words tasting bitter in her mouth.
