Morgan Memory

Ritsuka and Aesc, they saw it a stone and a sword knight tryed to pic it up, as Ritsuka then saw an Older Morgan, with childe walking up to her and calling when Mother.

Ritsuka then looked at Aesc. "Let me gess when King Arthur first pulled the sword out of the stone"

Aesc nodded, her expression somber. "Yes, this is a pivotal moment. It marks the rise of Arthur as king and the beginning of the legend that would forever overshadow Morgan."

As they observed, Ritsuka saw the excitement ripple through the crowd gathered around the stone. The young knight struggled, his brow furrowed in concentration, but the sword remained firmly embedded. The older Morgan stood a short distance away, her demeanor regal yet weary. She watched the proceedings with a mixture of pride and apprehension.

"Mother!" a small voice called out, breaking Ritsuka's focus. A child, with golden hair and a bright smile, rushed toward Morgan.

Morgan's face softened instantly as she knelt down to embrace the child. "Yes, my little one? What is it?"

The child beamed up at her. "Is he really going to be king? Will he be a great king like you always say?"

Ritsuka's heart sank at the innocence in the child's voice. He could sense the tension in the air, the unspoken words and expectations weighing heavily on Morgan. "This is before everything fell apart," he murmured.

Aesc sighed. "Indeed. Morgan loved her child dearly, but the impending change in Camelot would challenge everything she held dear. Arthur's ascension would come at a cost."

The knight finally succeeded in pulling the sword from the stone, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Ritsuka could see the mixture of emotions on Morgan's face—happiness for Arthur, but also a flicker of something darker.

"Will he truly be able to protect everyone?" Morgan asked quietly, almost to herself, as she watched her brother become king.

Aesc spoke softly, "That doubt will haunt her. The burden of prophecy and expectation can twist even the purest of intentions."

As the cheers continued, Ritsuka felt a deepening sense of unease. "What happened next?" he asked, knowing the joy of the moment was fleeting.

Aesc's gaze remained fixed on the scene, watching as Arthur raised the sword high, a symbol of unity and strength. "This is where the fracture begins," she replied. "As Arthur rises, Morgan's role shifts from beloved sister to the shadow of a king. The love she once felt would soon be eclipsed by jealousy and betrayal."

Ritsuka watched as the scene began to fade, the cheers of the crowd muffled by the weight of destiny. He realized that understanding Morgan's journey through these memories would be crucial in helping her heal and reclaim her true self. As the void surrounded them once more, he steeled himself for what was to come, ready to confront the truths of the past.

Ritsuka looked at Aesc. "So who was the child with My wife"

Aesc looked at him. "Who do you think it was the knight of the sun Gawain".

Ritsuka's eyes widened in realization. "Gawain? The knight of the Round Table?"

Aesc nodded. "Yes, Gawain was Morgan's son in proper human history. He was known for his unwavering loyalty to Arthur and his noble heart. But with that loyalty came a heavy burden, especially as tensions rose within Camelot."

Ritsuka thought back to the legends he had read about Gawain. "He was always depicted as a paragon of virtue, but I can see how that would complicate things for Morgan. With her feeling overshadowed by Arthur, how could she watch her own son pledge himself to the very king who would eventually turn against her?"

Aesc's expression grew somber. "Precisely. As Gawain rose in fame and favor, Morgan felt the distance grow between them. The love she had for him became tainted by the bitterness of her own exclusion from the ideals of Camelot. It would later lead to her being perceived as the villain in her own story."

Ritsuka's heart ached for Morgan. "No wonder she carries so much pain. Her sacrifices, her love... all twisted into something dark because of the circumstances."

Aesc glanced at Ritsuka, her eyes softening. "You're beginning to understand. This is why it's important for you to guide her through these memories. She needs to reclaim her narrative and understand that she is not just a shadow to Arthur's light."

As the void shimmered again, revealing another scene, Ritsuka steeled himself. "Let's see what comes next," he said, determined to uncover the full truth of Morgan's past and support her in reclaiming her identity.

The scene shifted to the Round Table, filled with knights and laughter. But Ritsuka could sense an undercurrent of tension. There, at the head of the table, was Arthur, radiating authority and admiration, while Morgan stood apart, her expression unreadable.

"Watch closely," Aesc urged, as the dynamics of power and loyalty began to play out before them.

Then came Arthur crowning, as then he saw Arthur face

Ritsuka lookee at Aesc. "Wait but Arthur face looks like a... A Girl".

Aesc looked at Ritsuka. "Arthur was never a boy".

Ritsuka's brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? In every story I've read, Arthur is always depicted as a male king."

Aesc's gaze remained fixed on the scene unfolding before them. "That's the facade the legends created. In truth, the figure known as Arthur was always a woman—a girl named Artoria Pendragon. She took on the identity of a male king to unite Britain and fulfill her destiny, but she sacrificed much in doing so."

Ritsuka processed this revelation, trying to reconcile the image of Arthur he had always known with this new perspective. "So, Morgan wasn't just living in her brother's shadow; she was also overshadowed by the very narrative of a king that wasn't even true to its nature."

"Exactly," Aesc replied, her voice steady. "Morgan's struggle isn't just about familial betrayal; it's also about the societal expectations and the false narratives that have shaped their stories. The truth is often buried beneath layers of myth and legend."

As the coronation continued, Ritsuka noticed Morgan's conflicted expression. She stood at the periphery, her eyes reflecting pride mixed with a deep-seated hurt. The cheers of the knights filled the hall, but for her, it felt like a hollow celebration.

"Does she ever get a chance to confront Arthur about this?" Ritsuka asked, his heart aching for Morgan.

Aesc shook her head slightly. "Not in the way she should. Instead, her feelings festered, turning into resentment and jealousy. These emotions led her down a darker path in the legends, making her the antagonist in a story she never chose to be a part of."

Ritsuka clenched his fists, feeling a surge of protectiveness for Morgan. "Then we need to help her rewrite this narrative. She deserves to reclaim her identity."

Aesc smiled softly, her gaze still on the unfolding memories. "You're on the right track, Ritsuka. Understanding her past is the first step. The next will be to help her find peace with it."

As the scene transitioned again, revealing the moments leading up to Camelot's tragic downfall, Ritsuka steeled himself for what was to come. He was ready to face whatever truths awaited them, determined to help Morgan reclaim her story and her strength.

Then Aesc stopped and then moved to the next memory.

Ritsuka looked at Aesc. "Um why did you skip that"

Aesc just had a blush. "Do you wanna see how Mordred was created"

Ritsuka blushes. "Yeah no I would not like to see my wife fuck her... Sister ok what"

Aesc just looked at him. "Will um there is a story, just know that Merlin gave Artoria a dick so she can get queen Guinevere a child and continue the king ship"

Ritsuka felt his face flush as he processed Aesc's words. "Wait, Merlin did what? That sounds... incredibly bizarre and inappropriate!" He struggled to wrap his mind around the implications of what Aesc was suggesting.

Aesc chuckled, a hint of mischief in her voice. "I know, it sounds wild, but Merlin had his own reasons. He believed that for the future of Camelot, Artoria needed an heir, and Guinevere was meant to be that mother. Of course, it didn't quite go as planned."

Ritsuka shook his head, trying to suppress a smile at the absurdity of the situation. "I can't believe I'm hearing this. The legends never mention this kind of detail!"

"Of course not," Aesc replied, her expression turning more serious. "Legends tend to sanitize or omit uncomfortable truths. But this is part of Morgan's story, and it explains a lot about her feelings toward her brother and Mordred. You see, the existence of Mordred was a point of contention."

Ritsuka raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Mordred was seen as a threat to Artoria's rule and a reminder of her complicated relationships," Aesc explained. "Morgan's feelings of jealousy and betrayal stem from this very act of creation. She felt replaced and forgotten, leading to the tragic rift between her and her family."

Ritsuka nodded, his heart aching for Morgan once more. "So, this moment, as strange as it is, is pivotal to understanding her pain and motivations."

"Exactly," Aesc confirmed. "And it's crucial to help her heal from these wounds. Every memory, no matter how uncomfortable, holds the key to her true self."

With that, Aesc waved her hand again, and the next memory materialized before them—a glimpse of a young Mordred, filled with both innocence and an underlying tension that would later define her legacy.

Ritsuka felt a surge of determination. "No matter how complicated or messy this gets, I'm going to help her find peace with all of this."

Aesc smiled, her eyes sparkling with approval. "That's the spirit, Ritsuka. Let's continue this journey together."

Aesc just sigehd. "So do you wanna know, Mordred, was never human, Mordred was Homunculus created from the spearm from King Arthur and Morgan will um thing".

Ritsuka looked at her. "I wow... Why am I still suprise, as the legends go Mordred was the one who was"

Aesc then spoke. "Raised to take them throne or... Destroyed Camelot, seeing how the story ended".

Ritsuka took a moment to absorb Aesc's words. "So, Mordred was essentially a weapon created from a part of both Arthur and Morgan. That's... incredibly dark. No wonder things ended so badly for Camelot."

Aesc nodded gravely. "Yes, and that's why Morgan felt such a profound sense of guilt and betrayal. She had a hand in Mordred's creation, but the consequences were far beyond what she intended. It's a tragic cycle of manipulation and loss."

Ritsuka frowned. "And it doesn't help that Mordred was raised with the expectation of either claiming the throne or destroying it. That's a heavy burden for anyone, let alone a being created under such circumstances."

Aesc sighed, her expression softening. "It's true. Mordred's existence was marked by conflict from the start. She had to navigate her identity as both a daughter and a rival, which ultimately led to her tragic fate. The weight of expectations can be suffocating."

Ritsuka felt a surge of empathy. "And Morgan was left to grapple with the fallout. It's heartbreaking to think about how her intentions were twisted into something that caused so much pain."

Aesc looked at him, her eyes glimmering with understanding. "That's exactly why these memories are important. They reveal the nuances behind the legends, showing that the people involved are not just heroes or villains but complex beings shaped by their circumstances."

Ritsuka nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "I want to help Morgan confront these truths. Maybe by facing her past, she can finally find peace and redemption."

Aesc smiled, clearly proud of him. "That's the right mindset, Ritsuka. Let's continue our journey. There are more memories to uncover, and each one brings us closer to understanding Morgan fully."

With a wave of her hand, the scene shifted again, this time revealing a darker moment in Camelot's history, filled with shadows and echoes of conflict. Ritsuka braced himself for what was to come, determined to support Morgan through it all.

Ritsuka then saw the dream crack. "So I am walking up aren't I"

Asce just looked at him. "Until you sleep again".

Ritsuka eyes opened up, he was still in the church, as he woke Morgan turned of her Invisibility.

Morgan looked at Ritsuka. "Did you have Go-

Her words were cut up as Ritsuka hugged her, it was not first time he hugged, but she was caught of guard by how sudden it was not only that but... How nice it felt

Morgan stiffened for a moment, taken aback by Ritsuka's sudden embrace. The warmth of his body wrapped around her felt foreign yet comforting. After a heartbeat, she relaxed, allowing herself to lean into him, savoring the unexpected connection.

"Ritsuka..." she murmured, her voice soft, almost unsure. "What brought this on?"

Ritsuka pulled back slightly, enough to meet her gaze. "I just... I wanted you to know that I'm here for you. I learned more about your past, about the struggles you've faced. It's a lot to carry, and I want to help you through it."

Morgan's expression softened as she took in his earnestness. "You shouldn't have to bear my burdens. They're mine to carry."

"But that's just it," Ritsuka replied, his voice steady. "You don't have to carry them alone anymore. We're partners in this. Whatever it takes, I'll stand by your side."

A flicker of vulnerability crossed Morgan's face, her walls momentarily crumbling. "You're too good to me, Ritsuka. I don't deserve this kindness."

"Of course you do," he insisted. "You've fought hard, faced unimaginable challenges, and still, you care for others. You deserve support and love just like anyone else."

Tears threatened to spill from Morgan's eyes, and she quickly blinked them away, not wanting to appear weak. "I've been alone for so long," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I forgot what it felt like to be supported."

Ritsuka stepped closer, taking her hands in his. "Then let's change that. We can figure this out together, one step at a time. You're not alone anymore."

The sincerity in his words struck a chord deep within Morgan, igniting a spark of hope. "You really mean that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Absolutely," Ritsuka affirmed. "And I promise to help you reclaim your story, to rewrite the ending that you deserve."

Morgan's heart swelled at his declaration. In that moment, she realized that perhaps there was a path forward, one where her past didn't have to dictate her future.

"Thank you, Ritsuka," she said softly, squeezing his hands. "For believing in me."

Their moment was interrupted as Cu Chulainn's voice echoed through the church, breaking the silence. "Hey! Are you two done with your lovey-dovey moment? We've got a war to prepare for!"

Morgan shot him a glare, while Ritsuka chuckled, the tension breaking. "We'll be right there!" he called back, turning back to Morgan with a playful grin.

"Looks like our heartfelt moment will have to wait," he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "But we can always have another one later."

Morgan rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "Fine. Just don't let him distract you too much."

"Deal," Ritsuka replied, his spirit lifted. Together, they prepared to face whatever challenges awaited them, united and stronger than ever.

To be continued

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