Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

A Kingdom lieing in ruin with crumbling stone walls and rotten wood furniture, a Kingdom so great it's rulers were known far and wide as the most just and noble of all the Lords.
The King of this land however, is now as strong as the walls that protect him, the rot of age has worn him down to nothing more than an old, grey man in tattered robes with a tarnished sword. The old King began to rise from his throne only to buckle under his weight and crash to the floor, and while he lie there he began to imagine his past, thinking of his family a tear rolls down his wrinkled cheek to the dusty stone floor beneath him.
As his last breath is expelled a hooded figure emerges from a forgotten corner from the once grand hall and approaches the Kings body.
A withered hand raised to remove the tattered hood and reveals the soft but worn face of a woman with magic in her eyes. As she looks upon the King she bows her head and softly says "Sleep well, King of Camelot" as Morrigan, daughter of Merlin finished her wishes, a small orange light flashed through her eyes and she vanished in a gust of wind leaving only ash and dust in her wake.