Post by Morgan Pendragon on Mar 23, 2006 14:15:38 GMT -5
Morgan Pulled several books from the shelves and settled down to do a little research. She knew that her family had descended from Morgana Le Faye, the legendary witch. It turned out that when Morgana seduced her half-brother Arthur, she gave birth not only to Mordred, her son, but to a twin sister, Moira.
When the prophesy was made, that Arthur should fall by his own blood, the second part of the prophesy was ignored. That second part said that Arthur's blood should make the name of Pendragon great again. Fearing this, Morgana sent her daughter away to a convent, to be raised by nuns, hopefully to become a nun herself. She didn't want to kill her own daughter, because she hated to think of herself as bad a mother as she thought her mother to be.
All of this Morgan had gleaned from the old diaries and journals of her ancestor. Now she wanted more. She wanted to come to Firefox specifically for this reason. She knew that Headmaster Windwaltz valued history, and that if any magic school would have the knowledge of her heritage, it would be here.bg
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Mar 24, 2006 9:39:28 GMT -5
ooc: I suppose this thread isn't reserved for anyone else.
Considering these books were either from the Slytherin Age, or of Talon's own installment, the Headmaster never really found any enjoyment in his own Library. He had read them all. However, today he had decided to head down and play Libriarian...no, just a scholar.
As he entered the cozy yet grand library that he himself had compiled, he found it surprisingly empty. When he entered the reading room, he found no such man as Shane Matthews, but just one girl searching for books. For a moment, as she turned, he caught a glimpse of her eyes. ...he had no idea.
Those same, tell-tale eyes. He was not informed that one of them was here. The Headmaster immediately stepped forward, no sparks emitting - as he was not angry, just startled - and said in a quick voice, "You're a Pendragon, are you not?"
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Mar 24, 2006 14:51:05 GMT -5
"You're a Pendragon, are you not?"
The words startled Morgan, she was deep in her research and had not know someone was there. When she saw who it was, she did a double-take. She was always surprised to witness the youth of the Headmaster. In her mind, headmasters, especially ones that love history, were crusty old men. Talon looked to be maybe ten-fifteen years older than her thirteen.
"Was it my eyes that gave me away?" She asked knowing that it must be. Everyone commented on their unusual amber color.
"Headmaster, I'm researching my Family, but most of these books are filled with tales of KIng Arthur's knights. Can you help me find something more useful?"bg
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Mar 27, 2006 8:09:59 GMT -5
The young Pendragon seemed to respond with a similar shock at the sight of Talon. This excited the nineteen year old, because it was quite possible she may have been on the exact same brainwave as himself...but that was crushed shortly after. 'Was it my eyes that gave it away?' The young Headmaster's heart dampened greatly. It was worse than disappointing. The girl was not here for the reason Talon had thought. Stranger than that, her request to him - to research her family - was so very similar to the reason Talon became dejected.
"Ah, yes. Well, of the same origin, yes." Talon said regretably. "You see..." The Headmaster took in a deep breath. "I met a man two years ago, a very close friend of mine, named Tristan Pendragon. He was only a bit older than I was, so I figure he'd be twenty if he were alive now. He had the same kind of eyes as you. He was not just amazingly intelligent and very talented with swordplay, but he was one of the greatest Wizards I had ever met.
"I, as many know, love history. Due to Great Britain and the United States of America being the only two wizarding nations of the world to hold firm government, all of Europe was for the adventuring Wizard to discover. I met Tristan about to leave on a boat in Greece. His mission was similar to mine - he wanted to find as much as he could about his family history. So I came along with him. He told me that he felt the only way he could truly know his ancient family by exploring the wilderness until he found the very thing which his ancestors sought for all their lives. The Holy Grail.
"The Holy Grail! Could you imagine that for me?" said Talon, now completely in a dream-like, reflective state. "I, the History freak, returning home having touched the Holy Grail! So of course I joined Tristan for good after that. I would not leave him even if he gave up the quest. Over time, he became less of a companion and more of a friend. But more than that, he was a valuable ally. We never found the Holy Grail. Tristan and I were in Norway, and we were attacked by a great beast of origin I have never seen before. It reminded me of a Dragon, but it had no wings. It was great and white as snow, with a furious mane of flaming red hair around its neck. It had fierce claws of enormous size, and its teeth spelled death for all that it bit into. Its tail was quite literally on fire, and it breathed that very same flame.
"Tristan and I saw this monster, and though I recommended retreat - what else could one do against a beast that great? - he would not do it. He believed that this beast was the Guardian of the Holy Grail, and that only through its defeat would he reclaim it. I helped him fight it at first...but a stray blast of my air magic blew both he and the beast off the fjord into the icy depths below."
Talon let out a great sigh as he finished his story. "I have not seen him since. I was hoping, when I saw you, that perhaps you were a relative of Tristan's, and you had heard of me through him." Then he snapped back into his old Headmaster self, away from his reflective one, and said "Oh! I'm sorry. I did not mean to go on and on like that. I get like that when I recall something so vividly. Terribly, terribly sorry, Miss Pendragon."
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Mar 27, 2006 10:42:23 GMT -5
Morgan smiled, she enjoyed hearing Windwaltz's tale. He told it so well, she forgot that she knew how it ended. Tristan had been her cousin, but he had been more like an older brother to Morgan. When she learned about how Tristan disappeared....
Once again she was forced to hide tears. She turned away from Talon. "Tristan was... my cousin. We were close. His parents will be relieved to hear what happened to him
"As for the Grail, Tristan hadn't needed to go to Norway. After Arthur obtained the grail, and Galahad married the Grail Maiden, it was kept in a safe and prominent place in Camelot. Then, Arthur was murdered by his son, Mordred. Mordred couldn't bear to look at such a holy object after killing his father, so he sent it to his twin sister Moira who lived in a convent. Moira was surpirsed to recieve it, but complied with her brother's wish to keep it safe and hidden.
"After that the story blurrs a bit, but I do know that after Mordreds death at the hands of his own son, Moira sought out the Lady of the Lake, to give her the Grail. The Lady would not take it, and charged Moira to give it to her daughter. And so it has been passed down, mother to daughter in my family for generations. However, my great-great grandmother, Morticia Lestrange, lost it when our family moved from France to Wales."
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Apr 3, 2006 7:19:19 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry about my lack of reply.
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So Morgan hadn't seen Tristan either. Not even his parents, who he spoke very highly of, had seen him. Talon had been so sure that someway, somewhere, Tristan was still alive. Perhaps it was just the guilt of being the one to push him into the fjord, and the possible title of 'murderer' he gained for it, that made him so desperate to hear of his survival. Either way, Morgan seemed rather interested in talking more about the quest itself than Tristan.
"Yes, Tristan had been obsessed with that. I had never known of Moira Pendragon's existence, prior to meeting him. France was the first place we went, but apparently some French Wizards discovered the Grail after it was lost, built a church around it, and praised it. We were at the Church, but apparently the story goes some Northern Invaders came out of the sea and stole the Grail, bringing it back with them to Norway. It was probably a lie, considering the Norsemen's reign of terror took place nearly seven hundred years beforehand, but Tristan's obsession led him to take even the smallest shred of evidence.
"T'is a much longer story than you might think - I could write a book about it. Two, maybe. Even three, if I tried hard enough...eh, but that's unimportant." The Headmaster shrugged, a benevolent look crossing his face. "So," Talon said, "I'm afraid I can't tell you much about your ancestry, considering I don't really know much about it myself. I know all about the King, the Knights, Camelot, and even the Dark Queen herself, but I know next to nothing about this 'Moira' Pendragon. I am very curious though. It would be incredibly kind of you to tell me her story. I'm especially interested in hearing how you came about being descended from a woman who lived in a convent."
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Apr 3, 2006 11:10:57 GMT -5
Morgan couldn't help but smile. She had come to Firefox hoping to learn of her heritage, but now it seemed her ancestors didn't want to be found. She turned back to the headmaster, a twinkle in her eye. She loved history, it had always been her best subject. She loved how it twisted around itself, each story affecting the others almost as if history itself were a living thing.
"Well, headmaster, that is a very interesting story. It seems that Moira was Mordred's older sister by a matter of minutes. Morgana was distraught that she'd given birth to a girl, and sent her to the same convent where she'd first learned of magic. She hoped that the nuns would have found and destroyed the books and such that she taught herself out of, but she had no such luck. Moira found those same books, but did not follow the dark footsteps of her mother, for she had no one to take revenge upon as Morgana had. Instead, Moira became a great healer, widely known.
"When the Grail came to her, she knew that life as a nun would not suit her, but her brother refused to allow her to marry. She appealed to her mother, and received the same response. She became disheartened and stopped practicing the healing magic she had become known for. She left the convent and became a hermit in the wilderness, practicing magic only to provide for herself.
"Years passed, as they must, and news of her brother's demise came to Moira's ears. she was now well beyond marriageable age, but her magic had kept her young. She journeyed back to the convent she'd abandoned, and found it a ruin, her nephew's doing, in order to find her. She went to her nephew's palace, a palace he'd built by entrapping Fey, those of Faerie blood, and making them work like common slaves. He'd even caused a kelpie to haul stones.
"Moira was angered with her nephew and demanded he let his captives free. He, however, would not yield, and ensnared her too. He'd wanted to make use of her powers, for he had none. She refused to help him and instead, used her magic to free herself and the captive Fey.
"Her escape prompted her nephew to send all of his knights to search for her. One of them, known only as the Blue Knight, found her. He thought her so lovely, he knew at once that he must marry her. So, Moira conjured a few illusions, one to hide her identity, and another to be her dead body.
"The king bought it, and Moira and Blue were married. Shortly thereafter, the king died in an unfortunate accident, and his palace went to his oldest child, a lass by the name Kira, at the behest of his wife. Kira married a muggle lord by the name of Keegan Graham, and the rest, as they say, is history. Oh, and before I forget, one of the Fey Moira freed gave her and her offspring the ability to converse with animals. I am a Parseltongue through Morgana, but I can speak with any animal because of Moira."
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