Endora (sidhe_faerie) wrote in camelot_drabble,

Magick Stirs (Part 2)

Author: sidhe_faerie
Title: Magick Stirs (Part 2)
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: none yet
Character/s: The sorcerer, Agravaine
Summary: The sorcerer has an ally.
Warnings: Canon Era
Word Count: 802
Prompt: 212 Donate A Prompt Photo Prompt From alby_mangroves (Edit at the bottom).
Author's Notes: Magick, Destiny and Doom #3b

Magick Stirs (Part 2)
The sorcerer stepped from between the two ancient stones and shook his head. The illusion spell took more out of him each time he did it. Even with the magick he channeled from the stones, it was draining.

He took a few more steps before he fell to his knees then onto his side. He reached out and pulled a leather bag towards him. A quick search produced an amber liquid in a vile. He rolled on his back and drank it down. He stayed there for a moment until he could regain his strength.

The sound of hoof beats caused him to roll over and look around.
“Agravaine. That’s all I need.” He muttered as he struggled to sit up.

Agravaine rode up and dismounted. “Any progress?”

“Some.” He took a deep breath and forced himself to sit. “Did you find out what was the elder sister doing at King Lot’s court?”

“Morgause was trying to get an army together to take Camelot’s throne. King Lot was more than happy to hear her out.” Agravaine told him.

“We don’t need that kind of distraction. Will he be helping her and Morgana take Camelot?”

“Of course not.” Agravaine sat on a nearby boulder. “Morgause raised her skirts and the King raised her hopes but as soon as she was well away, he laughed at her attempt to manipulate him.”

“He’s a smart man not to do it to her face. She is still a powerful priestess.” The sorcerer rubbed the back of his neck. “Did you bring me the supplies I asked for?”

“Yes.” Agravaine went over to the saddlebags and untied a large sack. “How long do you think this will take?”

“It will take as long as it takes.” The sorcerer reached for the sack. “It will take a few more days for them to be reunited. When the battle is over and one of them lies dead in the dust, I will kill the other before he or she can recover from the battle.”

Agravaine smiled. “The protector of Camelot and the only other heir of Uther Pendragon dead in one fell swoop. I shall walk into Camelot and have the run of the place.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Agravaine? We shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves.” The sorcerer pulled out some bread and cheese from the sack. He started to eat. “We are counting on the emotions of two people who have a past with each other. An agreeable one, if my sources are correct.” 

“Morgana has a past with Emrys? I thought she didn’t know his identity.” Agravaine frowned. “How would she have a past with a man she doesn’t even know?”

“You are so literal sometimes. She did not know he was Emrys at the time she was acquainted with him. Now, go set up camp. I am exhausted and I must use the stones again later tonight.”

Agravaine started a camp fire and put down bed rolls for them both. He looked over at the dosing sorcerer and then glanced at the stones. He quietly walked over and reached out his hand to touch one of them.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The sorcerer said sleepily. “The pain is great for me when I use them. For you, it may be fatal. But if you want to try be my guest.”

Agravaine pulled his hand back and walked back to the fire. “What are you going to get out of all this?”

“All I want is freedom for my kin.” The sorcerer sighed.

There was a shadow in the sky swirling around where they were. Both men looked up and frowned at the large shape in the sky. Just as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared into the clouds.

“What was that?” Agravaine asked.

“That was a dragon from the looks of it. It must have been attracted to the stones.” The sorcerer frowned. “That wasn’t the sickly one that Morgana keeps as a pet. That one is full grown and quite ancient. I wonder if it’s the same one that Uther trapped all those years ago.”

“I doubt it. Surely, it would be dead by now.” Agravaine shrugged.

“Dragons live longer than any other beast but you may be right.” The sorcerer picked up the water skin and took a drink. “I wouldn’t put it past Uther to kill the beast when it stopped amusing him.”

“It sounds like you hated Uther as much as I did.” Agravaine looked at the man. “You are old enough to remember the Great Purge.”

“Remember it? I lived through it. I was nearly on one of those pyres but I escaped before the knights came to take my family.”

“Those were terrible times.” Agravaine sighed.

“Yes. Yes, they were.” The sorcerer looked off into the distance. Memories of his family burning on the pyres were flooding into his head.

Tags: *c:sidhe_faerie, pt 212:d-a-p- pick #1, rating:pg, type:drabble

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