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Morgan was seven years old when her father was killed in combat and Uther Pendragon raped her mother, Queen Igraine, and took her as his wife with the help of the sorcerer Merlin. Her older sister, Morgause, was forced to marry King Lot, even though she was only thirteen. Morgan was too young to be given in marriage, and she was sent to a newly established Christian convent.

The change did not do Morgan any favors. A firm believer in the Celtic faith, with its Beltain, the Mother right of queens to rule and change their lovers when they saw fit, she was trapped within a world of the Christian God, which flew in the face of everything that she knew and cherished. Her name was taken from her, and she was christened 'Sister Anne.' Her mother and sister forced to submit to husbands with no love for the Mother Goddess and she forced to endure lashings for imagined sins and fasting for a patriarchal God, Morgan could only grow to hate the world and the man who had done all of this to her. Her mind would forever keep that name fresh and coated with the blood that she grew to desire: Pendragon.

One thing alone kept Morgan somewhat tethered to sanity, promised her salvation. There were others like her, others who hated the Christian God, the stern Mother Superior who so abused them with her lust for power, others who whispered the name of the Goddess in the dark. Together, those few women made their own Sisterhood within the convent, and the magic of the darkness around them seeped into their bodies, and they were able to control it.

Twenty long years later, a small reprieve came. At first, the news made Morgan's blood burn. Arthur Pendragon had risen up and conquered many of the warlords that had destroyed Uther. He was High King of Briton, and he had sent for his betrayed mother and wronged sisters. The Queen of Cornwall, Queen of Lothian and the Orkneys and Morgan were all brought to the grand city of Camelot. Igraine was reunited with all her children, and Arthur offered his hands in peace to each of his half-sisters. Morgause, while hesitant, did not seem to mind the offer, and Morgan made little reply. So long removed from everything, she did not know how to act. But Arthur was adamant. He took her riding, gave her presents, and he was rewarded for his efforts on the last night that his mother was to be his guest.

One of his remarks made Morgan laugh... The first time she had done so in years.

As her mother and sister bid the king their farewells, Morgan was allowed to stay. Guenevere, a follower of the Mother Goddess herself, would not bear to think of Morgan back in the convent, and she seemed pleased at the gradual change coming over Morgan that Arthur seemed to be causing. However, as Arthur encouraged his sister to blossom as she had not been allowed to blossom, he unwittingly drew her attention.

Over the next months, Guenevere tried to befriend Morgan and, while hesitant, the sheltered, deprived woman seemed to respond in kind. However, when Guenevere became pregnant, a storm broke loose in Morgan. Despite the best efforts of her magic by Guenevere's side while the queen was in labor, the baby was born. A boy, who his father named Amir.

Morgan was given her own small castle and allowed to call on Camelot often, and she did, watching hatefully as the boy grew. When he was seven, his father took him to war, promising Guenevere that he would be kept safe, and Morgan saw her opportunity. She traveled in spirit form to the enemy and helped to guide their spears to strike down the child. When Guenevere fled from Camelot, distraught at her son's death, Morgan came to comfort Arthur.

Quenevere returned to find her husband in the throes of passion with his half-sister. Arthur was furious, but at Morgan. He claimed to have been bewitched and sentenced her to burn for her crime. This, however, Guenevere would not allow. She herself pleaded with Arthur not to sentence Morgan to such a cruel fate. While she would not tolerate the woman's presence, the sentence was one she could not bear to think of. Instead, Arthur forced Morgan to marry the man who had raised him, King Urisen of Gore.

Urisen, however, had heard the rumors of the king's shame and did not, as Arthur had hoped he would, take Morgan to his bed. He waited, instead, and watched her grow with child. She was shut into a large room of the castle and served only by women. One man, however, came to her aid, a servant named Accolon. He brought her true nourishment, rather than a prisoner's rations, and she spoke gentle words of love to him, and he responded in kind. When her child was born, he assisted her in her flight with the baby, whom she named Mordred. He also vowed vengeance against Arthur in her name.

While her son was still a babe to be cradled in her arms, Morgan returned to the convent where she had been mistreated. Mordred was left in the care of shepherds while she stalked the halls, planting the seeds of the plague that would rip through them. However, news reached her that Arthur and Urisen were coming, were stopping after a long hunt, and Guenevere was with them. Accolon was among the party as well. Morgan stole into the forest, and Urisen became separated from the rest. In the form of a giant cat, Morgan set upon him and ripped him to pieces. Accolon attacked Arthur in the same forest but was forced to slink away with a mortal wound while Arthur bled badly from his own wound. After making her lover comfortable, Morgan took to the convent once more and stole from the wounded Arthur a scabbard placed with him by Guenevere. The scabbard, a gift from Guenevere's mother, was blessed with the powers of the Mother Goddess, and it was to prevent a wound from bleeding. Once stolen by Morgan, the scabbard did not protect Arthur, and his wound bled anew. However, her actions were found out. The scabbard was not recovered, but the king's life was saved. By the time Morgan returned to Accolon, he was too near death to be benefited by the scabbard, but Morgan saved it. It would be of use to Mordred. Morgan stayed with Accolon, his head upon her lap, until he passed into the Mother's arms. Once he was dead, she returned to the shepherds and collected her infant son.

Mordred was not allowed a steady childhood, shifted from place to place as Merlin tried to seek him out. Morgan was always a step ahead, arriving even moments before Merlin would arrive, taking her son into her arms, and the two would vanish by the power of the arts she knew. When he was fifteen, though, she allowed Merlin to find him. She allowed Merlin to take him to Camelot, and she had told Mordred what he was to say, how he was to act. He was to be good, she said. Not to mention her, not to even remind his father of her. He would be reminder enough. But he was Arthur's heir. Amir was dead, and Arthur had only one son now. Her Mordred.

Thus, all Morgan had to do was wait. Mordred would grow into a knight worthy of acclaim. He would avenge her, her mother, and her sister. He would make Arthur pay in blood for the crimes that he had committed and the crimes that his father had committed. Though Morgan would always be watching, be hoping that there was still a chance for her to go again to Arthur's bed, to see him realize that he had been wrong and that she, not Guenevere, should be the High Queen by his side.

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It was easy for a man to be noble when his faith was never tried. A clacking like a storm of angry crows began in her head. How noble will you be, brother of mine, when you discover that your friend lies down with your wife?

Her scream came from the bowels of the earth. "I should be your wife!"

Next time, she would take Arthur for her own. And not only for her lover, but for her brother, partner, King, and chosen one, to rule and outshine them all. Next time he would love her as she had loved him. She would not lose him, as she had lost so much before. Since time out of mind he was destined to be hers. And only the wretched Guenevere had come between.
~From Knight of the Sacred Lake by Rosalind Miles

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Not Morgan, not Bridget Regan. Not making money. My Morgan is based off the Guenevere Trilogy by Rosalind Miles, with a few of my alterations thrown in, mostly regarding Morgan's personality, though they are minor. If it sounds familiar, that is why.

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