I remembered meeting Morgana when she was still a teenage me and my father were walking through the middle of the forest and stumbled upon the cave she was sleeping in. Morgana was hardly more than an animal for the past year her diet had consisted of wild berries, fish, and rabbits. Once she saw me and my father Morgana charged at us she clawed and did the best she could to protect her home. My father somehow convinced Morgana to come home with us and from there Merlin taught her almost everything he knew about magic. Over the years we had become good friends, but eventually she decided it was time for her to see the world. Morgana returned a few years later to free the people of Camelot. I promised Arthur I would kill Morgana mostly because …show more content…
I thought it would make my father finally appreciate me. Arthur ordered five knights to accompany me on this quest and gave all of u the finest armor and weapons he could buy.
With preparations out of the way we set off for Morgana's castle knowing that most of us would not return to Camelot. The journey passed like any other I had been on, but the night before we were to arrive at Morgana's castle I awoke to the sound of horses fleeing. The knights all of them cowards had stolen almost all of our supplies leaving me with my suit of armor, a dull dagger, and my horse. I wanted nothing more than to chase after the knights, but they had tied me up and left me to die. There was no way I could get out of this trap the sound of wolves howling echoed across the land, and I was sure I would be dead by morning so I decided to fall back asleep. Whilst I sleep a carriage made its way down a dirt road and stopped in front of the remains of the camp me and the knights had set up hours earlier. The coachman helped the woman out of the carriage, and they walked over to my unconscious body to see if I was dead or not. The coachman bent down beside me and placed his left hand against my mouth. Seeing that I was still breathing the coachman picked me up of the ground threw me over his shoulder and carefully placed me inside the
carriage. The coachman also grabbed all the supplies the knights had let me keep and put them in an empty chest that was tied to the back of the carriage. The coachman tied my horse's reigns to the back of the carriage, and then we made our way to a castle hardly more than a mile away from our current location. Two guards came running towards the carriage. One of them helped the woman out of the carriage, and the other guard carried me into the castle. The guard followed the woman through the castle and to a bedroom I could use for the night. The guard carefully placed me on what in those days passed for a bed, and then they left the room. By the time I awoke three days had passed I later learned that the ropes I had been bound in were coated with a sleeping potion. This castle had to belong to Morgana so I grabbed my knife which someone had laid on my nightstand and dropped it into my boot. My bedroom door was locked so I was forced to stand beside the door waiting for someone to walk by the room and gain their attention my making as much noise as I could. An hour after I woke up I could hear armor clinking I beat my bedroom door and waited for someone to open the door. The door was unlocked I ran into the hallway, but before I could celebrate my freedom two guards grabbed my arms and brought me into a dining room. Sitting at the head of the dining table was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life. She put queen Guinevere to shame. I tried to hide my amazement I couldn't comprehend how the girl I had found sleeping in a cave years ago turned out to be this beautiful. Morgana had long flowing black hair that descended onto her shoulders. The sorceress' teeth were as white as the moon, and her smile was as bright as the sun. She was wearing an expensive dark green silk dress and her face was completely void of any makeup. Truly this woman had to be a goddess disguised as a human. I began to wonder how Morgana could possibly be Arthur's enemy I had heard stories about her, but they always painted a picture of here being uglier than the underside of cow. Morgana smiled at me and motioned for me to sit down beside her. My hands would not move they were just dangling from my sides I could have easily grabbed the dagger and plunged it into Morgana heart, but my body just wouldn't let me. Morgana poured me a glass of wine I sat there staring at the glass unable to pick it up, but my mind focused on the girl I had known so long ago when she started to talk to me. “It has been such a long time since we last saw each other Jason.” “Ye-Ye-yes it has been a very long time.” “Hows your father doing?” “He is doing ok he has recently fallen in love with a young handmaiden by the name of Nimue.” “They are currently traveling the world if I had to guess I would say right now they're somewhere in the heart of France.” “What do you think of Nimue?” “Long ago my father told me of a vision he had about a young sorceress locking him away so I don't really trust her to be honest.” “Me and my father have never really gotten along, but that doesn't mean I don't want him in my life.” “I've tried to convince him to stay away from Nimue, but just like everyone else loved makes him do crazy things.” “What about you are you in love with anyone?” “Well most women in Camelot lust after Arthur, Lancelot, or Tristan I hardly ever get any attention from them.” “A few have tried to talk with me, but most of them it was out of pity.”“I am sure many woman would like to spend time with you, and if they don't you'll always be able to spend time with me.” I gulped it couldn't be possible did Morgana have feelings for me. It didn't matter I had promised Arthur I would kill her if I didn't I knew the king and my father would only be more disappointed in me than they normally are. “Jason do you member when we were children how inseparable we were.” “While Arthur was inside learning how to be a proper king we were exploring the forest and pretending to be knights.” “Those days were very enjoyable, but that was a long time ago and the world has changed in some many ways since then.” “Maybe you are right, but that doesn't meant we still can't have fun together.” “I plan on attending a ball tonight thrown by some nobles I don't know really well, and I don't feel like spending the night all by myself so I was wondering if you would like to accompany me?” “I would love to, but I don't think the nobles will let me in their home once they seeing the rags I'm wearing.” “I will send some of my guards to a local village to buy you some betting clothing until then we should probably start getting ready.” “A wooden tub filled with hot water and herbs has been placed in your bedroom so you better get going before the water gets cold.” “How did you know I would want to attend this ball?” “Because as children every time there would be a ball thrown in Arthur's honor you would always go to them even if you were sick, and you'd force me to be your dance partner.” “The only reason I forced you to dance with me is because you constantly forced me to help you practice your magic or did you forget the time I was trapped in the body of a frog for an entire day.” “If that where true then how come after one of the balls you brought me to a tree that overlooked a river and forced me to climb it.” “We sat there for hours and finally you leaned in to kiss me, but before your lips touched mine you fell out of the tree.” “So you did want to kiss me?” “I never said that.” Morgana started blushing her face was the same shade as freshly picked roses, but when I started laughing at her embarrassment that affection for me turned into anger. “Jason how would you like to spend an entire week trapped in the body of a frog?” “I would prefer not to now if you would excuse me I don't want my bath water getting cold.” I walked through the halls of the castle the guards looked at me as if they expected me to pounce on them at any second. One of the guards actually smiled and waves at me, but I could tell he was just trying to be polite. I opened my bedroom door and quickly pulled all of my clothes off. A pile of disregarded clothes formed beside the bedroom door, and then I climbed into the tub. A cloth was covering the sides and bottom of the wooden tub to make sure splinters didn't come in contact with anything important. Cherry blossoms and little green leaves swam across the top of the water with every movement I made. Once I was finished bathing I was forced to stay in the tub because a guard hadn't brought me a new set of clothes set.The water's warm was diminishing, and I was forced to sit in an ice bath until someone finally knocked on my bedroom door. “Come in.” The door opened up and in the hands of Morgana was a stack of clothes. Morgana walked into my bedroom having no idea what personal space is and knocked over my boots. The dagger slid out of my boot and across the floor colliding with the tub. My eyes lit up with fear Morgana laid the clothes on my bed trying not to look into the water and picked up the dagger. I sat there wondering what she would say would Morgana kill me torture me locked me away or turn me into some animal. “I believe you dropped this.” Morgana set my boots back up and let go of the dagger allowing it to return the boot it called home for at least an hour now. The sorceress turned to look at me she smiled and walked out of the bedroom. She couldn't have possibly known what I was planning to use that dagger for could see. It could be used to skin animals or cut the stems of flowers Morgana would never think I could kill her could she. I pushed the water off my body with the towel I just noticed laying on my floor and quickly put my clothes on so I could make sure Morgana didn't think I was trying to kill her. Morgana was roaming the halls she was wearing an elegant dark blue dress that made her look like a princess right out of a fairy tale.
“Ponyboy run for it!”,I yell to him David chasing after him,and pony doged there first atemt then he was caught both arms twisted behind his back and legs gripped by the arms of two socs while they hadnt caught me yet,I was still running.The socs broght pony boy to bob and he pointed tweords the fountain with no hesitation and with that pony boy was head first drowning in a fountain of freezing cold water.As I was runnning from the socs I saw ponyboy as blue as a blue berry trying to hold his breath in.”I can t see this,I need to do somthing” I cryed.It was then that I rememberd I had thatswisarmy knife in my back pocket but I felt Heroism Revenge and Rushed for time but I also felt Question,confused and disbelefe.Eiether way I had to even thought I would be a murderer.With that I Stabed Bob in the heart and he slowly fell to the ground and then colapst onto the cold pavment.
In barns and show rings across the country, the Morgan show horses flash by with heads high, eyes bright, and nostrils wide - Morgan quality showing in every hair on their gleaming, muscular bodies. The Morgan legend has also spread around the world. Morgans worked along side their owners clearing fields and forests. By locating second, third, and fourth generation descendants of the original Morgan horse, they established the foundations of the breed. The majority of Morgans, however, did their daily work willingly and efficiently. They were highly regarded as general-purpose horses capable of performing a wide variety of tasks.
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
We first meet her as the ugly old lady that was along side Lady Bertilak in the castle, she is covered head to toe but is described as “repulsive to see and shockingly bleared (Winny 2011: 55).” In the end we find out she is really Morgan le Fay. Though she is not mentioned very much in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, but she plays a very significant role. Morgan le Fay is really King Arthur’s half sister and sent the Green Knight, who we also find out is the same person as the Lord Bertilak, to King Arthur’s in the very beginning of the poem. She does so to test King Arthur’s knights as well as to scare Queen Guenevere to death (Winny 2011: 137). “Through the power of Morgan le Fay” she controls Lady Bertilak as well as Lord Bertilak to do the work and test King Arthur’s knight, Sir Gawain (Winny 2011: 137). The whole time Morgan le Fay had power over most of the characters. She was the one that set up the idea that Sir Gawain would have to meet the Lord Bertilak/Green Knight at his chapel and set up the agreement that Sir Gawain and Lord Bertilak/Green Knight to exchange gifts daily. Though Lady Bertilak did go about testing Sir Gawain with her own power, it was Morgan le Fay who made it happen. This whole poem would not have happened if Morgan le Fay did not set up the whole thing. Morgan le Fay had power over everyone and everything throughout the entire
Morte d'Arthur, a knight is injured mortally and dies. When the squire of the knight
A year passed quickly, and it was time I set out to meet the Knight to receive the return blow. On Christmas Eve I found myself a welcomed guest at the castle of Sir Bercilak. The whole time I was there I was unable to put my impending death at The Green Chapel out of my mind. Bercilak and I had a deal that whatever we won each day, we would turn over to the other. He hunted furiously while I rested at the castle. Each night he offered me the fruits of the hunt while I offered him no more than the kisses I received from his wife, which leads me to my next point.
Early one winter, before the change of the year, the King was hosting a fifteen day diversion for the noblest of knights and their fair ladies. Thronging the castle from far-away lands, eminent knights were jousting during the day, and feasting at night, when an adventure unrivaled by any other took
Camelot, the musical adaptation of The Once and Future King, allows for an interesting twist on the portrayal of Guinevere’s personality, mindset, and desires. The use of song and excellent acting allows for a unique display of the different aspects that make Guinevere a complex and strong character. Analyzing “The Lusty Month of May” shows Guinevere as a woman driven by her desires for the fantastical aspects of romance. However, contrasting “The Lusty Month of May” with other songs paints her as a more dynamic character and explains her relationship dynamic with Arthur, Lancelot, and other men in the court. This verse by verse analysis characterizes Guinevere as a woman driven by feelings of dissatisfaction and destiny.
Morgan proudly said, “ We suspected her but nevertheless, You’ve done the guild of knights and your country a great service, sadly, Sarah was one of the most trusted of the guild of knights, but with her gone, you can take her position as the chief advisor of the guild of knights.”.
Confined behind his castle’s walls: King Gabriel Wylie stood on the windowsill of his study’s window, desperately feeling a dire need to escape from the ruthful eyes of the bereaved that are still in mourning of those that came before him. He opens his eyes to the color of amber, feeling a gentle breeze sweep across his honey nut skin from the morning’s shower.
Morgan Le Fay is a powerful enchantress who often appears as a side character in many Arthurian Legends. Along with being a witch, Morgan also possesses many supernatural powers. Her main abilities are to shapeshift into animals and objects, and she is an expert in botany. She knows how to use plants to heal the sick and injured, but she can also use them to cause harm to others. The myth of Morgan Le Fay comes from Celtic origins, which explains why she is such a complicated character; Celtic culture valued people who were multifaceted. Morgan is first introduced in “The Life of Merlin” and her name is spelled as “Morgen.” She heals King Arthur and is considered to be a valuable person to the kingdom. Morgan Le Fay’s character in Latin literature
The Magic of Nimue and Morgana Le Fae- Nimue puts Merlin in a deep sleep in a tower where he cannot get out. Arthur’s sister Morgana Le Fae, tricks him into doing battle against his own knight who has his sword, Excalibur. While he is sleeping, she steals his magic scabbard and throws it into the lake.
Morgan le Fay is a magical figure and demigod from the Arthurian legend(Jones 256). During her childhood, she was drawn to magic arts, she wore a Druid stone as a talisman, and pursued the knowledge first from her nurse, then from the gods
Arthur and Morgana are half-siblings, which neither of them knew until they were fully-grown. Seeing Morgana turn evil and knowing that they were related was hard on Arthur when he found out. During the series, you see what happens to Morgana for her to want to kill her own family. In this episode, she sends bandits after Arthur, and controls the mind of Merlin to try and get him to kill Arthur. Knowing that they are related makes their relationship much more interesting because you expect families to love one another, and instead, these two are constantly at war with one another. You also see a type of family in the knights. Arthur, Merlin, and the knights form a brotherhood throughout the series that you can see in this episode. After Arthur, Merlin, and the knights are attacked at the beginning of the episode, Merlin gets taken and Arthur gets separated from the knights. Eventually, they find Arthur, and you can see that they are happy to find him because they were worried. They are all close friends, so when one goes missing, they all worry. When Arthur and another knight go looking for Merlin, the knight talks about how much he likes Merlin, showing that even though Merlin is not a knight of the round table, he is still accepted a friend to all of
I burned with rage to pursue the murderer of my peace and precipitate him into the ocean. I walked up and down my room hastily and perturbed, while my imagination conjured up a thousand images to torment and sting me. Why had I not followed him and closed with him in mortal strife? But I had suffered him to depart, and he had directed his course towards the mainland. I shuddered to think who might be the next victim sacrificed to his insatiate revenge. And then I thought again of his words -- "I WILL BE WITH YOU ON YOUR WEDDING-NIGHT." That, then, was the period fixed for the fulfillment of my