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Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Morgana Pendragon, May 5, 2018.

  1. Morgana Pendragon

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    March 26th, Year 7

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    Morgana had suffered under the suspicion of possessing the gift of magic. Therefore, she wanted the normal people to learn the fear she had endured. Living in constant terror and loneliness had definitely influenced her soul and mind. For a long time she had been disgusted with what she was but she had gradually accepted herself and she had kept growing by each passing minute.

    The sorceress had appeared days ago with the knowledge of both past events and the presence of a more noble version of herself dwelt in this realm. A deep desire for vengeance lingered within and she had developed a habit to speak in unmeasured terms of vituperation. She had realized that the less she cared, the more calculating she became which helped impersonate the real Morgana.

    The different clothes she had chosen seemed to depict the significant change in her personality. The complete absence of color prevailed as she left behind the usual purple and red tones. The floor-length black dress with the flowing long sleeves matched perfectly her dark curls that were cascading down her back. A large leather belt of similar hues emphasized her waistline.

    Despite the change in her outfit, no one questioned her while casually walking through the corridors of the Tower. The fellow mages greeted her and upon reaching the door of Khadgar’s office a wicked smile curled the corner of her lips. The main goal was to find a powerful incantation in his books. “Alysan duru ronne.” She chanted softly and the wood entrance opened for her.

    She entered without hesitation and began her research.
     
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  2. Khadgar

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    Khadgar’s schedule was a simple, but effective one. He typically spent his mornings dealing with the business side of Guild matters. Such as the comings and goings of fellow mages, merchants and the like who came to barter and trade, and visitors who came seeking advice or aid. In fact, that morning they received a shipment of magic artifacts, collected from underground ruins somewhere deep within Silverwood. They certainly merited looking into, so he had them taken to one of the main laboratories so that they could safely examine their magic properties at another time.

    Afternoons were typically spent on his own personal research, or even the occasional tutoring session with Morgana. She had grown stronger over the past year, and had far better control over her abilities, that these days she spent more time studying on her own than she did needing guidance from him. A far cry from the hesitant, apprehensive woman she had once been when she first arrived in Pandora, that was for sure. Khadgar was proud of her progress, of how she was always eager to learn more. In fact, she reminded him a lot of himself in some aspects. He was always curious and eager to learn more, even now.

    Speaking of curiosity...

    He reached his chambers and hesitated, sensing Morgana’s magic on the doors. On the lock, specifically. It had never even crossed his mind to bar her from his chambers — in fact, he’d always insisted that she could come see him whenever she needed to, no matter the hour — but she’d never trespassed without permission, either. Frowning, Khadgar slowly pushed the doors open — they were unlocked, and the hinges were well-oiled and blessedly silent — and stepped inside.

    No one was in the sitting room, but he heard pages rustling from one of the other rooms — from his study. Slowly, he crossed the room and stood at the study’s entrance, watching as Morgana rifled through a book. She seemed... different. More driven than usual, maybe. His brows furrowed in concern.

    “Morgana! Is there something you need?” he asked loudly, folding his arms across his chest. “Or was there a reason you couldn’t wait for me before barging into my chambers first?” One eyebrow quirked upwards, waiting to hear her excuse.

     
  3. Morgana Pendragon

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    The darker version of Morgana realized the creator of the Mages Guild had returned, yet, his arrival did not affect her. The book she had picked up intrigued her owing to a variety of complicated spells and she left it to its rightful place only upon hearing Khadgar’s voice. She immediately recognized the feeling of concern written across his face and decided to exploit the opportunity.

    Her lips parted as though she wanted to response to his question. Instead, a soft sigh escaped from the back of her throat and a smile curled the corners of her mouth. Nevertheless, the young woman did not attempt to hide the faked innocence behind her reaction. Obviously, this version of Morgana felt more proud and confident which tended to become evident in her demeanor.

    The sorceress tilted gently her head to the side, probably in an endeavor to read the man in front of her. The long dark curls fell over her shoulder and framed perfectly her face. Her fingertips brushed against the wooden surface of the desk while she locked eyes with her mentor. Slow footsteps carried closer to him and several moments passed by before she finally looked away.

    Her expression changed, the shards of amusement turning into impassiveness. Reaching the man’s side, her gaze focused on the wall behind him. “Technically, I did not barge into your chambers.” The Lady of Camelot corrected him whilst starting to circle around him like a dangerous predator. “If I remember correctly, you have given me the permission to come and go as I please.”

    Deliberately walking up to the chair that Khadgar usually occupied, she sat comfortably. “You never specified whether you would be here or not.” Her actions served a purpose, since she wished to challenge him. “What better way there is to prove my worth than breaking the incantations of my master.” Each word was of importance along with the title she had used to address him.

    Suddenly, her irises flashed with a golden hue and with a mere wave of her hand the doors shut behind him before the distinctive sound of the lock echoed in the room. Unlike the constant struggle of the real Morgana, the evil doppleganger was in perfect control of her powers. “Are you not proud of me? Are you not satisfied with the display of my progress?” She asked mockingly.
     
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    Khadgar’s eyebrows almost climbed into his hairline. Semantics. She was arguing semantics with him. True, she tended to speak her mind, but never like this. Never to split hairs, or to come out on top. She never circled him like a predator stalking its prey, either. Never flopped into a chair -- his chair, he couldn’t help but note -- like she owned it, limbs splaying in every direction.

    “Locked doors usually mean that permission is temporarily waived,” he pointed out dryly, keeping his arms folded across his chest. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. But he couldn’t be hasty, not in this. Not until he knew more, until he understood what was going on.

    Only, at her next words, he felt as if his eyebrows had all but disappeared into his hair. Being called master wasn’t as strange a thing to hear. Apprentices used the term often. He himself had often called Medivh by the same title, back when he’d been his apprentice. But Morgana’s tone, and her words about worth... there was something about it that made a chill crawl done his spine. More than that, as soon as the door slammed shut and the lock slid into place, Khadgar felt as if someone had splashed ice cold water on him. His instincts screamed danger and he didn’t know why.

    But he’d learned to trust his instincts over the years.

    “Well, you’re in a playfully mischievous mood today,” he laughed, covering his worry with humor, as he often did. He dropped his hands and walked forwards, gaze trailing over the books and picking out the one she’d been reading before. “If you just wanted to borrow a book or so, why didn’t you say so? But I’m surprised Confronting the Faceless caught your interest.” He turned around, facing her. Leaned forwards, pressing his hands atop the desk. “It’s certainly not what I’d call light reading.”

    Despite his casual words, Khadgar was ready. He didn’t know what he was ready for, only that he was. With a flick of a finger and a faint glow, the book slid off the shelf and hovered over to him. It flipped open, pages fluttering wildly in an invisible breeze until it stopped. Khadgar glanced at the spells outlined on the pages, expression smooth.

    “Interesting,” he commented, tone light. His smile grew wider, his eyes meeting hers. “Have your studies finally led you to the subject of binding spells?”

     
  5. Morgana Pendragon

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    Engaging in a discussion about locked doors did not interest her at all, therefore, she almost ignored his comment. “You should definitely be more specific in the future.” The advice was accompanied by a charming smile. Nevertheless, his stiffer posture did not escape her attention. Maybe he had distinguished the personality traits which separated her from the real Morgana.

    His humorous statement did not manage to fool her. “I am quite often in a playfully mischievous mood. You simply fail to notice or deliberately disregard it, Archmage.” The response came in a flirtatious manner. Of course her actual goal included neither a coquettish conversation nor the effort to acquire additional knowledge by borrowing a book or read new enchantments.

    Morgana brought her hand in front of her face and examined her fingernails absentmindedly. A dark chuckle flew from her pale lips. “My studies have led me far beyond an insignificant binding spell.” A soft sigh of pure boredom escaped from the back of her throat. “You keep forgetting...” Each word stretched out a little, sounding like an accusation. “Such tricks are for children.”

    Silence prevailed in the room for a brief moment before she finally added. “So, let us quit playing games. Shall we?” Venom dripping from her voice. However, the unusual behavior held more than just aggressiveness. The rare attitude was a clear challenge and every action served as a mere mean to a purpose. This was a trial in order to see whether he would turn against her or not.

    Standing from the chair in one swift motion, the young woman approached him with remarkable grace. “I understand your desire to ensure the safety of the Tower.” For a few seconds she pretended to be the good version of herself. Beyond any doubt, she proved a talented actress and no one could realize the difference. Her hand reached up, brushing gently against his shoulder-blades.

    “Thank you for all your many lessons.” Suddenly, a hint of coldness had claimed her again. “But you ask too much.” A deep breath entered her lungs and she appeared calm and calculating. “You expect us to remain away from conflict, to avoid involvement in a war where the supernatural community is under constant attacks, to forgive and forget those who would harm us.”

    Despite lowering her head, she refused to hesitate. “You are older than me... You have witnessed true evil, yet, you dwell on incredibly naive beliefs of an ideal world.” Then her bright blue eyes flashed with a golden hue while whispering. “Gewseorc, hine beclyppe.” The incantation had the power to prevent him from breathing and the darkness of death would soon clasp him.
     
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    Specific, was it? Khadgar had never needed to clarify the difference before now. But if it were possible, his eyebrows would have climbed even higher than they already had with every word that came out of Morgana’s mouth.

    “Compared to me and several other members of the Guild, you are a child,” he corrected her, tone firm without actually scolding her. “You’ve only been studying magic for a year now. Hardly enough time to think of yourself as proficient, let alone experienced.” There were men, women and otherwise older than him with less experience. Everyone worked at their own pace, there was no shame in that.

    Morgana rose from her seat, circling him again. Her fingertips brushing along his shoulders, a gentle gesture that came in stark contrast with her earlier words. Khadgar’s hair stood on end, his instincts screaming at him to stay on guard, to be ready for anything, even though another part of him was still in denial, still couldn’t quite process what was going on.

    Not even when Morgana berated his leadership, claimed that -- that, what -- that he was too neutral? In another time and another place, he might have even laughed at that, might have claimed it wasn’t naive at all to wish for a better world, that when warring factions set aside their differences it led to such wondrous achievements.

    But just then Morgana cast a spell, a spell that made her eyes glow their characteristic gold.

    It was the only warning he had.

    Khadgar’s hands snapped forwards, glowing a bright violet streaked with blue. A wave of arcane magic rippled over Morgana, interrupting her spell and preventing her from recasting it. Counterspell, a vital spell in any mage’s arsenal.

    But its effects wouldn’t last long, only a few precious seconds.

    With another wave of his hands, Khadgar cast an Invisibility spell on himself. Cloaking himself from Morgana’s sight, giving himself some time to think and process what the hell was going on as he wracked his brains for an answer. Morgana was acting like she was a completely different person, so unlike the young woman he was used to.

    Was she... possessed?

    Khadgar swallowed, tiptoeing to the other side of the room as quickly as he could afford without making too much noise, his thoughts working feverishly. She’d studied often on her own, had sometimes been too enthusiastic over progressing. Had she stumbled on some book she shouldn’t have, summoned something that had claimed her body for its own?

    It was a terrifying thought, but the only one that made any sense just then.
     
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  7. Morgana Pendragon

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    Beyond any doubt, many places would gladly embrace her presence. Not only because of her royal bloodline but due to her special talents too. Nevertheless, Morgana acknowledged the importance of this particular Tower. Although the circumstances had almost forced her to learn how to live with only a few of the comforts she had enjoyed back at Camelot, still, remained on the grounds of the Mage’s Guild was her choice.

    The young sorceress felt like she had no homeland which called out to her, waiting for her return. Her old realm held no significant meaning for her. The people she had once called ‘friends’ had betrayed her. Thus, she had decided to face the vastness of the world without expecting company or asking help from another person. Such thoughts seemed to fuel her anger and her bright blue eyes darkened with undeniable wrath.

    Her breath became faster as images of the past rushed to the surface. No escape existed from the first time she realized her nightmares were a product of magic and the fear that had claimed her. The lady could not possibly forget the occasions when she had stood against the king’s unfair judgment. Her mind lingered on the ways she had protected her loved ones and the entire kingdom. Actually, she remembered everything.

    No force could change the events which had already unraveled and destiny seemed ready to capture its victim like a spiderweb. Far from saved or redeemed, she concentrated on her accomplishments and the things she had the chance to control. Perhaps not through complicated potions or spells, but with the power of her will. In the end, the evil doppleganger had a clear purpose in mind, aside from merely learning to practice the art.

    Khadgar called her a child. Morgana did not pay much attention, neither did she answer. After that, the confrontation escalated. The incantation she used got interrupted by the glow which emerged from her mentor’s hand. The violet and blue streak almost blinding her and she instinctively covered her eyes with her forearm. Upon recovering the man was nowhere to be found. Obviously, he did not want to fight against her.

    “Is this how you have won your battles?” Disapproval echoed in her voice while the soft tone added to the eeriness of the encounter. “Is this how you have stood against your enemies?” Slow footsteps carried her around the room with her black dress dragging behind her feet. “Hiding in the shadows like a coward?!” Suddenly, she froze on her heels and shook her head. A mask of impassiveness finally prevailed. “Disappointing.”

    With a simple gesture of her fingers she smashed his desk into a million pieces. “And you dare to declare yourself an ‘Archmage’?” Her irises shimmered with a golden hue and the books burst into flames. “I will not stop.” She warned him before she threw his chair to the far corner of the room with a blast of energy.
     
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    Khadgar let her taunts wash over him, still cloaked by his Invisibility spell, but it wouldn’t last long. He had less than a minute before the spell faded, less than a minute to figure out how to restrain her without actually hurting her. Easier said than done, when it seemed like she was out for blood. Destroying furniture, setting books and scrolls on fire. He felt a twinge of dismay at the uncaring way she discarded centuries’ worth of knowledge, then licked his lips and cast another spell, his eyes and hands glowing blue with arcane energy.

    His chair shattered against one of the bookcases, just as a mirror image of himself appeared next to it. “Why, Morgana. You certainly have a temper,” it taunted, gathering magic between its hands.

    “Indeed,” another mirror image of him agreed, standing behind her with its hands already glowing. “We’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

    “Not without me,” a third declared, coming around on Morgana’s right. “You’ve been very, very naughty,” it admonished, hurling a blast of arcane energy at her.

    All three did, serving as the perfect distraction for the real Khadgar to hide as his Invisibility spell faded away, crouching behind piles of books that were aflame. The Mirror Image spell wouldn’t last long; it would last less than a minute, or until Morgana discarded his semi-intelligent — and admittedly belligerent — copies. They weren’t as strong as he was, either; their blasts would do little damage to her, but hopefully they would whittle down her strength, serve as the ideal distraction for Khadgar to find a way to stop her.

    The only problem was, just how far was he willing to go to stop her?

     
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    The evil version of the witch watched the mirror images of the wizard manifesting around her. Nonetheless, she ignored his claims referring to her temper and the lesson she should learn. “It is only fair to point out that you continue to hide behind illusions and childish tricks.” For a brief moment, a golden shine covered the normal blue hue of her irises. “So be it.”

    Without second thoughts the young woman conjured an invisible bubble around her. Although her mentor tried to harm her, still the blasts smashed against the energy of her incantation. She averted her gaze while lowering her head in disapproval of such weak attacks. Then, an idea crept in her mind. The hesitation was a product of the bond between Morgana and Khadgar.

    From her perspective, the old man avoided to use the full extend of his powers because he had no wish to risk injuring his apprentice. Suddenly, a dark chuckle escaped from the back of her throat and she clenched her fists. “That is definitely not your best.” Her bright sky-colored eyes stayed focused on the ground, yet, not in an attempt to concentrate in order to cast a spell.

    With a smirk curling the corners of her pale lips she glanced at her tree opponents. “You don’t really want to hurt your ward? The same person you promised to guide and teach.” The comment sounded more like a realization than a question. The doppleganger chose carefully each word, purposefully talking about the Lady of Camelot as though she was an entirely different person.

    A knock on the door drew her attention. An instant later, the wooden surface flew open and the real Morgana was standing in the threshold. “Archmage, I noticed smoke and...” Her phrase trailed off upon noticing her twin. Before she had the chance to react, she was thrown across the room and landed hard on the floor with a grown. Her evil self had utilize a spell fast enough.
     
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    Light, she’d found his weakness. His unwillingness to actually hurt her, because he didn’t know what that would do to the real Morgana. Her words only convinced him that she must’ve stumbled on something she shouldn’t have, some book or spell or other that must have taken control of her body.

    Which meant he couldn’t hurt her without risking causing her permanent harm.

    This wasn’t like Medivh, all those years ago. He’d been possessed by Sargeras since birth. There’d been no saving him, no expelling Sargeras from him when the dark titan had been lying in wait for as long as Medivh had been alive, biding his time. There was still hope for Morgana, still hope he could avoid needing to... needing to do the unthinkable.

    Restraining her would have to do, for now. He sucked in a deep breath, gathering magic between his hands. A binding spell, but not the sort she’d found in that book. It was the one he’d used to keep Garona — the Garona from that other timeline — bound while he tried to find a way to break Gul’dan’s hold on her mind.

    But suddenly, everything happened at once.

    Another Morgana appeared at the door, and she was unceremoniously hurled across the room with a spell the possessed — no, the double — Morgana cast, laying prone on the floor.

    No! Khadgar yelled, springing from his cover and hurling his binding spell at the double before dashing to the real Morgana’s side.

     
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    His choice to leave his cover during the fight only confirmed the doppleganger’s thoughts regarding the relationship between the original Morgana and Khadgar. The mage cast a spell in an endeavor to bind her abilities, but she avoided it without much effort.

    As a result from hitting hard, the noble brunet lost the sense of time. Soon, someone was crouching down beside her. “Khadgar…?” The whisper was tinged with a silent question. Obviously, she kept struggling to understand what had just happened.

    The real Lady of Camelot tried to sit up, grabbing her mentor’s shoulder with one hand while the other kept pushing against the ground in order to support her weight. Her eyebrows knitted in a soft frown while a grown of pain escaped from her lips.

    “I’m so sorry.” The sorceress started to apologize. However, her words trailed off when she turned around. Her bright blue gaze finally landed on the identical figure of herself. A sigh of disbelief served as a clear indication of her sincere surprise.

    The doppleganger stared at the two mages in front of him with a malicious smirk spreading across her fair features. “How touching!” Her mocking tone had a very specific goal. To taunt the profound bond between the loyal apprentice and the Archmage.

    The malicious version of the young woman circled the desk with slow footsteps. “Such reckless devotion.” A dark chuckle erupted from her chest. “Admirable, yet, foolish.” Suddenly, she froze on her heels and allowed a deep breath to fill her lungs.

    “This ends now.” Due to a non-verbal spell the evil sorceress’s eyes shimmered with a golden hue. The good witch was instantly ripped away from the old man’s arms and hovered in mid air for a few moments before crushing against the opposite wall.

    With her righteous self unconscious, she only had to deal with the Head of the Guild. “You think you can restrain me? I am not a lost little girl.” Her irises flickered golden again while extending a hand. She lifted the elder in the air in an attempt to choke him.
     
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    Khadgar watched helplessly as Morgana was wrenched away, hurled against the wall. Not-Morgana smiled, but her smile was full of malice. It was a mockery, a twisted and cruel mockery, and he would stand for it no more.

    “No,” he said slowly, arcane energy surging around him. Violet light suffused his face, his body. Even his clothes started to stir, at an invisible wind that had suddenly picked up around him. His hands blazed with light, twin circles forming across his palms. “I don’t.”

    He brought his hands together, the blazing circles sparking briefly before a torrent of energy burst free from his hands, streaks of violet-colored hues slamming into Not-Morgana’s chest and hurl her backwards.

    “Now there’s nothing to hold me back!” he yelled, stepping forwards. Energy still coursing from his hands, a steady barrage of arcane magic slamming into Not-Morgana relentlessly.

    No one harmed his protege. No one.
     
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    Of course Khadgar’s attack was the expected reaction. In actuality, she remained quite confident and had absolutely no doubt concerning her ability to withstand the upcoming blow. Streaks of violet-colored hues slammed into her chest, hurling her backwards.

    The doppleganger refused to display any signs of fear because she had achieved her goal. Instead, a cynical chuckle flew free from her throat when he started to yell threats. From the very beginning she had challenged the wizard in an attempt to drive him out of control.

    Therefore, she refused to flee now. The evil sorceress rose to her feet and straightened her back while creating a shield of pure energy around her. Her own powers protected her from the arcane magic. Gusts of wind tore at her hair, forcing the loose curls to flap behind her.

    The witch’s malicious self lifted slightly her chin, defying the current danger. “I am stronger than you can possibly imagine, old man.” With a venomous sneer she extended a hand. Suddenly, the combined force of the battling incantations seemed to target the Archmage.

    Her eyebrows knitted together in a deep frown, her nose wrinkled. Her pale lips parted, allowing a scream to erupt from her lungs. The darker version of Morgana took a step closer before pushing the swirling energy towards her enemy with all the strength she could master.
     
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    Khadgar formed his own shield, a nimbus of glowing blue energy surrounding his body and absorbing the worst of the damage. He gritted his teeth together, upper lip curling over his teeth into a silent snarl, expression intense.

    “And I stronger still!” he roared, and reached over his back and pulled out Atiesh, the Greatstaff of the Guardian.

    It had passed down to him, long ago. From Medivh, and perhaps his old mentor had truly meant for him to take his place someday as Azeroth's Guardian. But Khadgar had shied away from such power, even feared it. He'd seen what succumbing to such awesome, raw power would do to him, how it would fuel his rage and fury against the Legion. How it would make him no better than the same demons he hated so much.

    But this was no demon, this was someone who'd manipulated him. Who'd taken on Morgana's shape to trick him. To what end, he didn't know.

    But he was determined to find out.

    He pointed the greatstaff at Not-Morgana, funneling more magic into his frost spell to trap her. Not just to trap her for a few heartbeats, but to well and truly trap her. To suffuse her body in nothing but ice, and wring the answers out of her.