[Faye/Morgana]
"Let our queen go," Queenie threatens firmly as she calmly pulls a long syringe from within a large white bag hanging across her chest. The syringe is full of a strange green fluid that glows a faint blue in the candlelight. "This is a concentrated dose of the toxin he breathed when opening the box of flowers I placed on your doorstep. I will put this in his IV if you do not stop," she grins toothily, giddy with power, "Right now."
Since embracing the darkness to find my loved ones, I have felt disconnected, and not quite myself. My movements have become much sharper, along with my hearing and my sense of smell. I can feel my muscles are stronger and faster than before, my movements are more swift and graceful. Also, the power, the power I could feel crackling under m
[Devona] I only realize I have fully returned when I smell the stench of rotting bodies and the weight of decaying flesh. I vaguely remember bleeding out onto the floor of the ballroom, watching my queen suffer as the false queen drained her divine power. Did she feel me die? Does she know how hard I am to kill? How impossible it is for me to stay dead? I am a part of Avalon itself, a truly fae creature. I can heal almost any wound as long as I am here, connected to the magic of this land. Not only that, I’m cursed to continue, never really dying, no matter how hard I try. Which makes it very curious tha
[Faye] I’m not sure why the queen has chosen to keep me alive. That is the first thought I have when I wake up in the bowels of the palace, the slick stone floor beneath me cold and wet. Shivering into the dark, I pull together what is left of my torn dress, glad that I am unable to see the stains created by the blood of my loved ones. Why won’t she just let me die? I’m not sure how much time has passed. Days? Weeks? Months? There are no windows, no way to mark the time except for trays of food that are placed in my room that I refuse to eat. I would rather die than be in her thrall. They have fo
[Embyr/Kay] My girl is going crazy. Not that I can blame her. It’s been quite a ride, and I know the queen has not been kind, partly because I was forced to play a part in it, serving as a double agent while I waited for Merlin to rise. I didn’t want to leave Arthur here either. This place is a horror house. “Not without Arthur,” Faye objects. “Never without Arthur.” “No,” Devona confirms. “It’s all of us or none of us.” “It’s a good thing then,” I hold up a ring of keys, jingling it f
[Faye] Queenie doesn’t have a chance to blow that whistle. Devona, even weighted down with holding onto me, was far too quick. Blinking, she appeared right behind Queenie. At first, I thought she might snap her neck, but Devona settled for slapping that bitch as hard as she could, right into the doorway, where she crumpled to the ground, her elegant red and gold velvet dress surrounding her like a pool of blood, completely unconscious. My choice would have been to push her down the stairs, but that probably wouldn’t solve anything. It would, however, have made me feel a little bit safer. As we cross the threshold of the room, Devona sets me down careful
[Devona] Faye releases our hands and takes a step back, allowing Arthur, Embyr, and myself to battle while she continues to struggle with the shadows. Our bond is still intact, still strong, connecting the three of us with the force of our love and commitment to one another. It is likely because I watched her step away from us that I even noticed at all, a small tug along our bond. Also seeing her hand guarding her midsection as she backed away clued me in. Once I realized what that meant, I began searching along our connection to confirm my suspicion. Allowing myself to focus on just that one thing, I can sense a tiny throbbing, the smallest little heartbeat. A heartbeat and a spark of light.
[Arthur] My love. Her body is barely more than bones as I lift her into my arms. Large burn marks mar the wrists and ankles of what had been her perfect skin. Her breathing is shallow, each breath shuddering through her body, shaking her chest with an ominous rattling. “What happened to her,” I turned to Merlin and the knights. “How did she get so weak? The last time I saw her she was very different?” “My King,” Embyr bows, which is weird to see, just as weird as the armor she now wears. “You have been unconscious for weeks. She has seen terrible things and had very terrible things forced upon her.
[Faye] Warm, I wake up to the sound of breathing. I am lying down in a bed smelling faintly of dust and lavender, heavy drapes blocking out the sun. Reaching out in the darkness, a soft hand finds mine, our fingers intertwining. Recognizing the shape of her body, I move closer, my chin resting against her neck as I nuzzle her ear. Her natural smell overwhelms me: sweat and sun mixed with heather. No matter where we might be, I know that in her arms I am home. Smiling, my other arm finds a path to wrap around her, tightening our embrace as I find a breast, caressing it gently. “Good morning,” a breathy, feminine voice moans. “I see someone is awake.”
[Faye] “What do I need to do?” I ask, making contact with Devona, ignoring Arthur’s glare. “And how will it help us?” “The beacon,” Sir Percival explains from behind us. “Is a way for all the knights of the Round Table to be called into service. It is a summons. It cannot be ignored or denied and must be followed, no matter how far away we are. There is a chance that it might free the other knights from the spell placed on them by Mab.” “A small chance,” Arthur interrupts. “It is also very possible that they will either not feel it, in which case your efforts would be wasted, or that they will feel it and come, but the effects