Morgan Memory Part 2

Ritsuka opened his eyes in the dark void, to be more correct back in the servant dream cycle, as he saw Aesc.

Ritsuka looked at Aesc. "So who's dream is it this time"

Aesc gave him a smile. "Looks it is Morgan again, last time we left, was with Mordred".

Ritsuka looked at her. "Before the down fall of Camelot".

Aesc floated beside him, her eyes shining with a soft light. "Let's see what Morgan has to show us. It's a pivotal moment in her life, one that shaped her into the woman she is now."

The void began to shimmer, and the scenery shifted, revealing the misty hills of Camelot. The air was thick with tension, and Ritsuka could feel the weight of impending conflict. They stood on a cliff overlooking the legendary kingdom, where the banners of Camelot waved proudly in the breeze, their colors vivid against the darkening sky.

In the distance, Ritsuka spotted a figure—a young Morgan, her long hair flowing behind her like a dark river. She stood poised, her expression a mix of determination and sorrow as she watched the bustling kingdom below. Aesc stepped closer, her eyes focused on Morgan.

"Let's listen," she said, and Ritsuka nodded, straining to catch the words of the past.

Morgan spoke softly, almost to herself, "This was supposed to be a place of hope… a beacon of light for all of Britain. Yet, here I stand, burdened by shadows of betrayal." Her voice trembled with emotion, and Ritsuka could sense her deep-rooted conflict.

Suddenly, another figure appeared beside her—Mordred, her child and rival, filled with a fiery spirit. "Mother, we must fight! We can't let them take Camelot from us!"

Morgan turned to her, the pain evident in her eyes. "Mordred, the battle we face is not just against our enemies. It's against our own blood, against the very ideals we once cherished. Are you ready to bear that weight?"

Ritsuka felt a pang of empathy. He knew well the complexities of family ties and the burdens they carried. Mordred's youthful bravado clashed sharply with Morgan's somber demeanor, and he could see the cracks forming in their relationship.

Mordred clenched her fists, her voice rising in defiance. "I will not stand idly by while others dictate our fate! Camelot deserves to be fought for, even if it means going against you!"

The tension in the air crackled as Morgan's expression hardened. "And what if fighting means losing everything we hold dear? Think carefully, my daughter. The path of vengeance is a lonely one."

Ritsuka's heart ached at the words. He had witnessed the consequences of vengeance before, the endless cycle of pain it could bring. He turned to Aesc, whose eyes mirrored his concern.

"This moment is crucial," Aesc whispered. "It was when their destinies began to diverge. Morgan wished to protect, while Mordred sought to prove herself."

Suddenly, the scene shifted again, and the sound of clashing swords echoed around them. The battlefield was alive with chaos, knights of the Round Table clashing against dark forces. Morgan stood at the forefront, her form commanding and regal, wielding a blade that radiated a fierce power.

"Stand firm, my knights!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the clamor. "We fight not just for Camelot, but for the very soul of our kingdom!"

Ritsuka watched in awe as Morgan fought valiantly, her movements graceful yet powerful. But amidst the chaos, he noticed Mordred in the distance, her gaze filled with conflict, torn between following her mother and her own desires.

As the battle raged on, the echoes of Morgan's and Mordred's struggles began to intertwine. Ritsuka realized that their destinies were woven into the fabric of Camelot itself—a tapestry of love, loss, and unbreakable bonds that would ultimately shape the fate of their world.

And then, just as quickly as it began, the dream shifted again, plunging them back into the dark void.

Ritsuka took a deep breath, his heart heavy with the revelations. "So much pain, so much sacrifice… It's a cycle that never seems to end."

Aesc nodded solemnly. "Indeed. But understanding their struggles may help you guide them in the present. Morgan's past is not just hers; it's a reflection of all of us, a reminder that our choices resonate through time."

As the void settled around them, Ritsuka steeled himself for what was to come next, ready to delve deeper into Morgan's memories and perhaps uncover the keys to their salvation in the tumultuous battle ahead.

Ritsuka looked at Aesc. "I never thought Morgan was a Knight in the round table".

Aesc looked at him. "She never was, she was a mage, that why the legends never mention her, she fought and led knight but she was more of Caster"

Ritsuka then looked at her. "Then why is she a Beserker Servant"

Aesc srugged. "I don't know, I maybe younger Morgan but even I know so much dear Husband".

Ritsuka's brows furrowed as he processed Aesc's words. "So, she was never truly recognized as a Knight of the Round Table? That must have weighed heavily on her."

Aesc nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Morgan has always been in the shadows of Camelot's legends. The tales sung about the knights often overshadowed her contributions. She was a protector and strategist, using her magic to bolster their strength, but history favored the heroes wielding swords rather than the ones weaving spells."

Ritsuka contemplated this revelation. "It makes sense, though. She's powerful in her own right, but her legacy has been obscured by the very figures she fought alongside."

"But there's more to it," Aesc continued, her voice growing serious. "Morgan's Berserker class signifies her immense power, but it also symbolizes her rage and betrayal. The anger she felt for being overlooked and the pain of losing everything she cared about transformed her into that manifestation of fury."

Ritsuka's heart ached at the thought. "So, her identity as a Berserker is intertwined with her struggles and emotions. It's a testament to what she has endured."

"Exactly," Aesc affirmed. "The Berserker class channels those raw emotions into formidable strength, but it also means she wrestles with her inner demons constantly. That's why understanding her past is so crucial. It helps us navigate her heart and mind in the present."

Ritsuka nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. "If we can reach out to her, help her reconcile her feelings, maybe we can prevent history from repeating itself. She doesn't have to be defined by her rage or her past."

Aesc smiled gently at him, her admiration evident. "That's the spirit, dear husband. You have a unique ability to connect with others, to see beyond their facades. Morgan needs that now more than ever."

As the dream cycle began to shift again, Ritsuka braced himself for the next memory. He understood that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but he felt a growing resolve within him. He would strive to understand Morgan and help her find peace, not just for her sake, but for all of them.

The void around them shimmered, and as they stepped forward, Ritsuka whispered, "Let's see what more Morgan has to show us."

With that, the scenery morphed once again, preparing to unveil yet another chapter in the tale of Morgan le Fay.

As the dream shifted, Ritsuka found himself standing in a lush, vibrant forest, the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the earthy aroma of the forest floor. It felt peaceful, almost idyllic, but Ritsuka could sense an undercurrent of tension.

Aesc, at his side, looked around curiously. "This must be before the downfall of Camelot, when Morgan was still connected to the land and its magic."

In the distance, they spotted a figure—Morgan—standing near a shimmering pond, her back to them. She wore a flowing green gown that matched the forest around her, her long dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Ritsuka felt a strange mix of admiration and sadness as he watched her.

Morgan's voice broke the silence, soft and melodic as she spoke to the water. "I can feel it, the change in the winds. Something dark is coming."

Ritsuka stepped forward, but Aesc held him back. "Wait. Let's listen. We need to understand what she's feeling."

Morgan knelt by the pond, her fingers tracing the surface of the water. "I have devoted my life to protecting Camelot and my family," she continued, her voice tinged with determination. "But I can feel the whispers of betrayal in the air. I fear for my brother and for Mordred. Their fates are intertwined with Camelot's, and I cannot bear to lose them."

Ritsuka exchanged glances with Aesc, realizing how deeply Morgan cared for her family. "She's not just a powerful mage; she's also a sister and a protector," he whispered.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the moment shattered as a shadow loomed over the pond. A dark figure emerged from the trees, a menacing silhouette with a twisted smile. It was a man clad in dark armor, his presence radiating malice. Ritsuka recognized him instantly.

"Emrys," Morgan spat, her voice now laced with venom. "What do you want?"

Ritsuka felt a chill as he understood the threat Emrys posed—not just to Morgan but to everything she held dear.

Emrys chuckled, his voice smooth yet dripping with disdain. "Oh, Morgan. Your loyalty is admirable, but it blinds you. Camelot is weak, and its downfall is inevitable. Join me, and I can offer you power beyond your wildest dreams. Together, we can reshape this world."

Morgan stood firm, shaking her head defiantly. "I will never ally myself with you. My brother may be a fool, but he is my brother. Camelot is my home, and I will protect it—even if it means standing alone."

"Alone?" Emrys scoffed. "You think you're strong enough to face the darkness that approaches? You're a fool to believe that your magic can save you. Embrace the shadows, Morgan, or be consumed by them."

Ritsuka's heart raced as he watched the confrontation unfold. He could feel the weight of Morgan's resolve but also the desperation in her eyes. This was a pivotal moment, one that would set the stage for her future choices.

"Don't listen to him, Morgan!" Ritsuka found himself shouting, though he knew she couldn't hear him. "You have the strength to resist!"

As if sensing his presence, Morgan's gaze flickered toward the pond, and for a brief moment, their eyes met—his sea blue against her bright emerald. In that instant, Ritsuka felt a connection, a shared understanding of their struggles and burdens.

"Remember who you are," he urged silently, wishing to reach through the dream and offer her comfort.

Emrys, sensing the tension, smirked. "See? Even in your dreams, you cannot escape your destiny. You are a servant of the past, and nothing you do will change the fate that awaits you."

Morgan's expression hardened, and she took a deep breath. "I may not know what the future holds, but I will not let you dictate my path. I choose my own destiny."

With those words, a surge of magic pulsed from her, illuminating the forest around them. Ritsuka felt the energy crackle in the air, a testament to her determination and power. Emrys sneered, but Ritsuka could see the uncertainty flicker across his face.

Suddenly, Morgan unleashed a wave of magic, sending a burst of energy toward Emrys. Ritsuka felt the impact as the forest shook, a clash of light and dark resonating in the air.

"Run!" Morgan shouted, her voice echoing through the trees. "Get to safety, Mordred!"

The vision began to fade as Morgan's magic clashed against Emrys's dark intentions. Ritsuka felt himself being pulled away from the scene, but he held onto the moment, knowing it was vital to understanding Morgan's struggles.

As the dream world faded into darkness, Aesc turned to Ritsuka. "That was intense. Morgan truly cares about her family and Camelot. She won't let Emrys win without a fight."

Ritsuka nodded, determination burning in his chest. "We need to show her that she doesn't have to fight alone. If she can see that there are others who believe in her, maybe she can find a way to reconcile her past."

Just then, the dream shifted again, and Ritsuka braced himself for whatever awaited them next. He could feel Morgan's turmoil and knew that they were one step closer to uncovering the truth about her heart and the strength she possessed within.

To be continued