Chapter 158: 158 – Arthur Pendragon
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Lucian sat in silent contemplation, it had been a full three years, since he met Morgana.
They didn't speak all that much; it wasn't because they didn't want to but the script that warned them against it.
'I finally got out of that stuffy throne world, and thought that I'd be able, to move around enjoying my life, and I did just that for 11 years and then that mysterious entity had to pop up in my life,' he thought with a wistful expression.
He had been observing the fate and time laws all these years, he expected them to loosen up over time, yet, they were now tighter than ever, 'This definitely has something to do with the script, but what is it, I can't imagine that something as simple as spell weaving could trigger great change,'
'Even if she can somehow adapt spell weaving to the plains laws, and based on the way this woman's brain works I'd call such a thing divine intervention, I still can't see it as any form of a trigger for a great change,'
A sudden avalanche pulled Lucian from his thoughts and forced him to move quickly, as the rocks came crashing down he focused on his troublesome disciple.
He wanted to open his eyes and stare her down for her sheer stupidity, but this script warned him against it time and time again, for three whole years he had to keep his eyes shut tight.
'Does the script think that she is some unbelievable beauty that will make me lose all reason,' he scoffed at the thought, as if he had seen every kind of beauty there was to be seen, and he'd turned some of them into his personal toys, if this script thought that he couldn't control himself it was wrong.
This would make it the 104th time in three years that Morgana didn't control how much power she used and caused a not so natural disaster.
'Well what else can I expect from a muscle brained pugilist, just thinking normally is a problem for them, ask them about the meaning of control and they'll stare at you with a dumb expression on their face.'
Lucian stood before his unwilful disciple and had the urge to smack her on her head, but well with a head so thick he figured that he'd be the only one to get hurt.
He briefly thought of putting her over his lap and swatting her, but my now he learned enough about her to know that she'd only get enjoyment from such punishment.
She'd take it as encouragement to continue ruining nature.
Morgana looked at Lucian and bit on her lip, as she examined him, she could hardly believe it but he was almost ready to become a second-grader, after three short years, but most importantly she got a kick from seeing his frustrated expression.
It served him right for always treating her like some kind off child.
It was at that moment that Lucian used the one line that always got under her skin and for some reason the script stopped her from retorting whenever he used it.
"Little child it is time that I test you on your ability to control the threads," he said with a teasing smile.
Morgana face turned upside down as she wrapped her arms under her breasts and stomped the ground indignantly.
She looked at Lucian with cold fury as the ground shook all around her.
'Little child, how dare he keep calling me that, his hundredth ancestor was nothing but dust when I was born and yet he calls me 'little child', why do you let him call me that?' she cried out to the script that offered her no response.
But she obliged with his request, she had learned a lot from him while she was wilful she wouldn't be disobedient as a student, she knew that much etiquette.
She slowly let the threads form around, it wasn't nearly as good as Lucians control over them, but she could form trillions of threads with ease, it was the difference in energy that that they held, which determined how many threads could be made.
She went through the kata's, twisting and turning the threads into a weave, creating and changing the elements, her simple weaves could cause mass destruction, it was all due to the intensity of her energy, a single drop of her energy was as powerful as several thousand drops from Lucian.
Lucian, followed the threads with his sense, and could hear Morgana dancing through the forms with ease and he could sense the tension in the threads, it wasn't perfect, but from here on out it would be up to her to improve upon it.
The only positive thing that he could say about pugilists was that when it came to fighting they were fast learners and they would learn things that could increase their strength at an extraordinary rate.
"You have learned well over the years," Lucian admitted to her, "There is nothing left for me to teach you in the art of spell weaving, the rest will be up to you."
Morgana looked at him suddenly, with an unwilling expression, she had a feeling of what was to come, and as the script began to flash before her eyes she knew that this was going to be their farewell.
Lucian looked at the words in the script that suddenly appeared to him and he was slightly surprised by them but he followed them anyway.
"I need you to relinquish your link with the script, so that I can read the complete script," he read.
Morgana was in even more shock than he was, this script it was only meant to be passed on from one leader to the next, giving it to him, would be the same as recognising him as the patriarch of the Pendragon family.
Yet it was written there in the script, she had to pass it on to him.
'Follow the script.'
The words echoed in her head, and despite being against it, she complied, she had never rebelled against the script. Because she didn't know how.
She opened up a special dimensional ring on her finger and from it a book as thick as a column began to emerge, and minutes passed as the book shot forward for miles on end.
It was the script, a script that guided and recorded the every action of her predecessor's for 52 billion years.
She walked up to the script and with a look of wonder as she closed in to the end of it, there were only a few more pages left in the script, 'How could I have forgotten that the script was so close to the end,' she wondered as she raised her hand over the script and dispelled her control over it.
Lucian took a deep breath as the knowledge in the script began to flow into is mind, he carefully processed it, it would be a long time before he digested all of it, to much knowledge at once would only cause him trouble.
Morgana could feel the binding form around him, and slipped the ring of her finger, the ring was made for the script, so it should go to it's new master.
But just as she reached forward to pass on the ring a ball of fire came crashing down from the sky, it was powerful, definitely the work of a seventh-grader, she looked at Lucian who was still taking in the knowledge of the script.
She moved quickly to protect him, it was to late to try stopping the fire, so she did the only thing she could and protected him from the flames.
'I can't believe that I forgot this world was a war zone, even after three years,' she thought to herself as the forest became engulfed in flames.
It was then that she remembered something very important, something she had forgotten, "The script!" she shrieked out loud and turned back.
The 52-billion-year-old record of her family was turned into ash, it had an anti-aging spell on it but what use was that against fire, seventh-grade fire at that. 'By the gods, my ancestors must be rolling over in their graves,' she thought in a panic then something suddenly occurred to her, '…would they? I read all their stories they hated it just as much as me,' despite thinking such thought she couldn't stop herself from trying to scavenge it's remains.
"It's alright," Lucian suddenly said as she began to claw through the ashes. "I got all of it in my head," he said.
'That's right he completed the link so it's all in his head,' she thought with relief and turned back to him but then she suddenly stilled…
…it was because of… his eyes, they were now open and she could not believe what she was seeing.
'Those eyes, by the gods, it's just like what was written in the script, it's exactly like the founding ancestor, Arthur Pendragon,' she could help but feel startled as she looked at those eyes closely.
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Lucian sat in silent contemplation, it had been a full three years, since he met Morgana.
They didn't speak all that much; it wasn't because they didn't want to but the script that warned them against it.
'I finally got out of that stuffy throne world, and thought that I'd be able, to move around enjoying my life, and I did just that for 11 years and then that mysterious entity had to pop up in my life,' he thought with a wistful expression.
He had been observing the fate and time laws all these years, he expected them to loosen up over time, yet, they were now tighter than ever, 'This definitely has something to do with the script, but what is it, I can't imagine that something as simple as spell weaving could trigger great change,'
'Even if she can somehow adapt spell weaving to the plains laws, and based on the way this woman's brain works I'd call such a thing divine intervention, I still can't see it as any form of a trigger for a great change,'
A sudden avalanche pulled Lucian from his thoughts and forced him to move quickly, as the rocks came crashing down he focused on his troublesome disciple.
He wanted to open his eyes and stare her down for her sheer stupidity, but this script warned him against it time and time again, for three whole years he had to keep his eyes shut tight.
'Does the script think that she is some unbelievable beauty that will make me lose all reason,' he scoffed at the thought, as if he had seen every kind of beauty there was to be seen, and he'd turned some of them into his personal toys, if this script thought that he couldn't control himself it was wrong.
This would make it the 104th time in three years that Morgana didn't control how much power she used and caused a not so natural disaster.
'Well what else can I expect from a muscle brained pugilist, just thinking normally is a problem for them, ask them about the meaning of control and they'll stare at you with a dumb expression on their face.'
Lucian stood before his unwilful disciple and had the urge to smack her on her head, but well with a head so thick he figured that he'd be the only one to get hurt.
He briefly thought of putting her over his lap and swatting her, but my now he learned enough about her to know that she'd only get enjoyment from such punishment.
She'd take it as encouragement to continue ruining nature.
Morgana looked at Lucian and bit on her lip, as she examined him, she could hardly believe it but he was almost ready to become a second-grader, after three short years, but most importantly she got a kick from seeing his frustrated expression.
It served him right for always treating her like some kind off child.
It was at that moment that Lucian used the one line that always got under her skin and for some reason the script stopped her from retorting whenever he used it.
"Little child it is time that I test you on your ability to control the threads," he said with a teasing smile.
Morgana face turned upside down as she wrapped her arms under her breasts and stomped the ground indignantly.
She looked at Lucian with cold fury as the ground shook all around her.
'Little child, how dare he keep calling me that, his hundredth ancestor was nothing but dust when I was born and yet he calls me 'little child', why do you let him call me that?' she cried out to the script that offered her no response.
But she obliged with his request, she had learned a lot from him while she was wilful she wouldn't be disobedient as a student, she knew that much etiquette.
She slowly let the threads form around, it wasn't nearly as good as Lucians control over them, but she could form trillions of threads with ease, it was the difference in energy that that they held, which determined how many threads could be made.
She went through the kata's, twisting and turning the threads into a weave, creating and changing the elements, her simple weaves could cause mass destruction, it was all due to the intensity of her energy, a single drop of her energy was as powerful as several thousand drops from Lucian.
Lucian, followed the threads with his sense, and could hear Morgana dancing through the forms with ease and he could sense the tension in the threads, it wasn't perfect, but from here on out it would be up to her to improve upon it.
The only positive thing that he could say about pugilists was that when it came to fighting they were fast learners and they would learn things that could increase their strength at an extraordinary rate.
"You have learned well over the years," Lucian admitted to her, "There is nothing left for me to teach you in the art of spell weaving, the rest will be up to you."
Morgana looked at him suddenly, with an unwilling expression, she had a feeling of what was to come, and as the script began to flash before her eyes she knew that this was going to be their farewell.
Lucian looked at the words in the script that suddenly appeared to him and he was slightly surprised by them but he followed them anyway.
"I need you to relinquish your link with the script, so that I can read the complete script," he read.
Morgana was in even more shock than he was, this script it was only meant to be passed on from one leader to the next, giving it to him, would be the same as recognising him as the patriarch of the Pendragon family.
Yet it was written there in the script, she had to pass it on to him.
'Follow the script.'
The words echoed in her head, and despite being against it, she complied, she had never rebelled against the script. Because she didn't know how.
She opened up a special dimensional ring on her finger and from it a book as thick as a column began to emerge, and minutes passed as the book shot forward for miles on end.
It was the script, a script that guided and recorded the every action of her predecessor's for 52 billion years.
She walked up to the script and with a look of wonder as she closed in to the end of it, there were only a few more pages left in the script, 'How could I have forgotten that the script was so close to the end,' she wondered as she raised her hand over the script and dispelled her control over it.
Lucian took a deep breath as the knowledge in the script began to flow into is mind, he carefully processed it, it would be a long time before he digested all of it, to much knowledge at once would only cause him trouble.
Morgana could feel the binding form around him, and slipped the ring of her finger, the ring was made for the script, so it should go to it's new master.
But just as she reached forward to pass on the ring a ball of fire came crashing down from the sky, it was powerful, definitely the work of a seventh-grader, she looked at Lucian who was still taking in the knowledge of the script.
She moved quickly to protect him, it was to late to try stopping the fire, so she did the only thing she could and protected him from the flames.
'I can't believe that I forgot this world was a war zone, even after three years,' she thought to herself as the forest became engulfed in flames.
It was then that she remembered something very important, something she had forgotten, "The script!" she shrieked out loud and turned back.
The 52-billion-year-old record of her family was turned into ash, it had an anti-aging spell on it but what use was that against fire, seventh-grade fire at that. 'By the gods, my ancestors must be rolling over in their graves,' she thought in a panic then something suddenly occurred to her, '…would they? I read all their stories they hated it just as much as me,' despite thinking such thought she couldn't stop herself from trying to scavenge it's remains.
"It's alright," Lucian suddenly said as she began to claw through the ashes. "I got all of it in my head," he said.
'That's right he completed the link so it's all in his head,' she thought with relief and turned back to him but then she suddenly stilled…
…it was because of… his eyes, they were now open and she could not believe what she was seeing.
'Those eyes, by the gods, it's just like what was written in the script, it's exactly like the founding ancestor, Arthur Pendragon,' she could help but feel startled as she looked at those eyes closely.
Lucian sat in silent contemplation, it had been a full three years, since he met Morgana. They didn't speak all that much; it wasn't because they didn't want to but the script that warned them against it. 'I finally got out of that stuffy throne world, and thought that I'd be able, to move around enjoying my life, and I did just that for 11 years and then that mysterious entity had to pop up in my life,' he thought with a wistful expression. He had been observing the fate and time laws all these years, he expected them to loosen up over time, yet, they were now tighter than ever, 'This definitely has something to do with the script, but what is it, I can't imagine that something as simple as spell weaving could trigger great change,' 'Even if she can somehow adapt spell weaving to the plains laws, and based on the way this woman's brain works I'd call such a thing divine intervention, I still can't see it as any form of a trigger for a great change,' A sudden avalanche pulled Lucian from his thoughts and forced him to move quickly, as the rocks came crashing down he focused on his troublesome disciple. He wanted to open his eyes and stare her down for her sheer stupidity, but this script warned him against it time and time again, for three whole years he had to keep his eyes shut tight. 'Does the script think that she is some unbelievable beauty that will make me lose all reason,' he scoffed at the thought, as if he had seen every kind of beauty there was to be seen, and he'd turned some of them into his personal toys, if this script thought that he couldn't control himself it was wrong. This would make it the 104th time in three years that Morgana didn't control how much power she used and caused a not so natural disaster. 'Well what else can I expect from a muscle brained pugilist, just thinking normally is a problem for them, ask them about the meaning of control and they'll stare at you with a dumb expression on their face.' Lucian stood before his unwilful disciple and had the urge to smack her on her head, but well with a head so thick he figured that he'd be the only one to get hurt. He briefly thought of putting her over his lap and swatting her, but my now he learned enough about her to know that she'd only get enjoyment from such punishment. She'd take it as encouragement to continue ruining nature. Morgana looked at Lucian and bit on her lip, as she examined him, she could hardly believe it but he was almost ready to become a second-grader, after three short years, but most importantly she got a kick from seeing his frustrated expression. It served him right for always treating her like some kind off child. It was at that moment that Lucian used the one line that always got under her skin and for some reason the script stopped her from retorting whenever he used it. "Little child it is time that I test you on your ability to control the threads," he said with a teasing smile. Morgana face turned upside down as she wrapped her arms under her breasts and stomped the ground indignantly. She looked at Lucian with cold fury as the ground shook all around her. 'Little child, how dare he keep calling me that, his hundredth ancestor was nothing but dust when I was born and yet he calls me 'little child', why do you let him call me that?' she cried out to the script that offered her no response. But she obliged with his request, she had learned a lot from him while she was wilful she wouldn't be disobedient as a student, she knew that much etiquette. She slowly let the threads form around, it wasn't nearly as good as Lucians control over them, but she could form trillions of threads with ease, it was the difference in energy that that they held, which determined how many threads could be made. She went through the kata's, twisting and turning the threads into a weave, creating and changing the elements, her simple weaves could cause mass destruction, it was all due to the intensity of her energy, a single drop of her energy was as powerful as several thousand drops from Lucian. Lucian, followed the threads with his sense, and could hear Morgana dancing through the forms with ease and he could sense the tension in the threads, it wasn't perfect, but from here on out it would be up to her to improve upon it. The only positive thing that he could say about pugilists was that when it came to fighting they were fast learners and they would learn things that could increase their strength at an extraordinary rate. "You have learned well over the years," Lucian admitted to her, "There is nothing left for me to teach you in the art of spell weaving, the rest will be up to you." Morgana looked at him suddenly, with an unwilling expression, she had a feeling of what was to come, and as the script began to flash before her eyes she knew that this was going to be their farewell. Lucian looked at the words in the script that suddenly appeared to him and he was slightly surprised by them but he followed them anyway. "I need you to relinquish your link with the script, so that I can read the complete script," he read. Morgana was in even more shock than he was, this script it was only meant to be passed on from one leader to the next, giving it to him, would be the same as recognising him as the patriarch of the Pendragon family. Yet it was written there in the script, she had to pass it on to him. 'Follow the script.' The words echoed in her head, and despite being against it, she complied, she had never rebelled against the script. Because she didn't know how. She opened up a special dimensional ring on her finger and from it a book as thick as a column began to emerge, and minutes passed as the book shot forward for miles on end. It was the script, a script that guided and recorded the every action of her predecessor's for 52 billion years. She walked up to the script and with a look of wonder as she closed in to the end of it, there were only a few more pages left in the script, 'How could I have forgotten that the script was so close to the end,' she wondered as she raised her hand over the script and dispelled her control over it. Lucian took a deep breath as the knowledge in the script began to flow into is mind, he carefully processed it, it would be a long time before he digested all of it, to much knowledge at once would only cause him trouble. Morgana could feel the binding form around him, and slipped the ring of her finger, the ring was made for the script, so it should go to it's new master. But just as she reached forward to pass on the ring a ball of fire came crashing down from the sky, it was powerful, definitely the work of a seventh-grader, she looked at Lucian who was still taking in the knowledge of the script. She moved quickly to protect him, it was to late to try stopping the fire, so she did the only thing she could and protected him from the flames. 'I can't believe that I forgot this world was a war zone, even after three years,' she thought to herself as the forest became engulfed in flames. It was then that she remembered something very important, something she had forgotten, "The script!" she shrieked out loud and turned back. The 52-billion-year-old record of her family was turned into ash, it had an anti-aging spell on it but what use was that against fire, seventh-grade fire at that. 'By the gods, my ancestors must be rolling over in their graves,' she thought in a panic then something suddenly occurred to her, 'would they? I read all their stories they hated it just as much as me,' despite thinking such thought she couldn't stop herself from trying to scavenge it's remains. "It's alright," Lucian suddenly said as she began to claw through the ashes. "I got all of it in my head," he said. 'That's right he completed the link so it's all in his head,' she thought with relief and turned back to him but then she suddenly stilled it was because of his eyes, they were now open and she could not believe what she was seeing. 'Those eyes, by the gods, it's just like what was written in the script, it's exactly like the founding ancestor, Arthur Pendragon,' she could help but feel startled as she looked at those eyes closely.
