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Arthur Pendragon ([personal profile] not_a_clotpole) wrote2011-06-03 11:25 pm
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*What Dreams May Come....* [Action Sequence] - 3rd June 1007

[Arthur is fast asleep on his book...which could well be the reason such odd dreams will come to him this night.

But dreams are always strange, aren't they...?]

[identity profile] magicalskeptic.livejournal.com 2011-06-08 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps Arthur needs to know this for the future. Perhaps this is a chance for him to ask what he wants, or a chance to learn what was missed.

"You would think that. Yet, tell me one person with magic who has been spared."

[identity profile] magicalskeptic.livejournal.com 2011-06-08 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
This apparition, or whatever she may be of Morgana, looks at him, full of assessment. "You cannot defy your father, not openly."

She turns the question back on him. "How many people with magic were slaughtered looking for me? I never asked to come back, Arthur but if I was to be forced back, to avoid more slaughter, what else did you expect me to do?"

And there is an answer to her question. "Those who live within the city are not innocent. They are the ones who most supported the King. They cheered at executions of children. They stood by while an entire culture was destroyed. Do not tell me they are innocent."

[identity profile] magicalskeptic.livejournal.com 2011-06-08 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"And what trial was ever fair in Camelot? Tell me one person accused of performing, or consorting with magic that had any chance of going free, without something drastic, usually done by one of us."

Morgana does not take kindly to the slander against Morgause, the same way she would have for Arthur, years ago. "Not to me. She is the only person in my life who does not."

[identity profile] magicalskeptic.livejournal.com 2011-06-08 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I am not the one to convince them of that. It was our father. The one who would present himself as the devastated widower, only to unleash a war on those not looking for it. They already thought magic was evil. I no longer know how to change that than to eliminate those who enforce the policies of mass slaughter against them, by whatever means I can."

She looks at him, and the tone comes back, the one that is more hurt. "I did not ask you to come look for me. There was nothing sent for ransom, nor any reports of my death. Why could you not let me disappear?"