Mists of Avalon Story
Ever since I saw the Mists of Avalon on TV I have had this story pictured
in my head. This story is my way of imagining what could have happened if
Gwenhyfer (spelling?) and Lancelot had gotten together instead of her
marrying Arthur. The story involves Gwenhyfer becoming a priestess and a
whole new set of conflicts to be resolved. So please enjoy and send me
reviews. Oh yeah of course I do not own anything that has to do with
Arthur, Camelot, or any of Marion Zimmer Bradley's ideas.
"Are you sure she can't see us?" Lancelot asked Morgaine as he watched the
fair haired woman seem to stare through the fog.
"Of course not." Morgaine said and gave a small laugh at the thought that
a mere mortal would be able to make their way into Avalon.
"Could you part the fog?" Lancelot asked with a trace of hope clinging to
his voice. "I would like to find out who she is."
"Oh very well, but I am only doing this because you are my family."
Morgaine said with an exasperated tone in her voice. Morgaine then stood
up and raised her hands above her head and called upon the power of the
earth to move the veil that hid the ancient site known as Avalon. As she
slowly lowered her hands to her side the thick veil of fog was moved from
where it hung, and created a sort of doorway between the two worlds.
The woman gasped and was obviously frightened when she saw Lancelot and
Morgaine seemingly appear from nowhere out of thin air. "What magic is
this?" She asked and held up the silver cross that hung around her neck.
Lancelot held his hand up to her and gave her a smile that he hoped would
calm the fright that he could plainly see across her lovely features. This
young woman was the loveliest creature that Lancelot had ever seen and
somehow knew that his destiny was somehow connected to the fair creature.
"Do not be afraid, my name is Lancelot and this is my cousin Morgaine."
"You are one of the fairy creatures come to put a spell on me." The young
woman said on the verge of tears.
"We certainly are not." Lancelot said with a smile while Morgaine scoffed
at how wrong the young woman was. "What is you're name?"
"I am Gwenhyfer, the daughter of King Lothos. But who are you if you are
not fairies?" She answered back slowly becoming more comfortable with the
strange woman and man that stood before her. "Please where does that road
Lancelot turned around to look at the path that he and Morgaine had run up
just minutes before. "That path leads to Avalon, where my mother and the
other prieststess' worship the great earth goddess. My mother Vivian is
the lady of the lake, the head priestess, and Morgaine here is rumored to
be the next in charge." Lancelot answered her and looked to her face to
see the reaction he would see cross her face.
"I was told stories of the place called Avalon when I was a child in the
palace. I was told it was a place full of tiny magical creatures that fly
about on the wings of the birds, and perform all sorts of magical rituals."
Gwenhyfer answered slowly growing confidence in the presence of the
special people in front of her.
"Well as you can see we are not tiny and definitely do not ride around the
backs of the birds." Morgaine answered with a chuckle at the thought of
those loyal to the goddess as small as the clever little birds. "As for
the rituals, you were correct we have those that we do to honor the
"If you are a princess what are you doing here at the monastery with those
Christian monks?" Lancelot asked hoping Gwenhyfer would say that she was
at the monastery preparing to enter into a convent. The beauty that graced
her would be wasted in a place that he new encouraged leaving your worldly
"My father is away at battle, and has sent me to the monastery so that I
can study while he is away." She answered Lancelot while slowly coming
closer to where he and Morgaine were standing. "You said the path leads to
Avalon, may I see it?"
Morgaine was about to close the veil when she felt the wind pick up all
around her. She looked to her right and left and then finally understood
what was causing the wind to pick up so much. In front of her a column of
light was spiraling and forming itself into the familiar sight of her
mentor Vivian. "Wait Morgaine; do not close the veil yet." Vivian's
powerful voice said as the column of light finally formed into the
obviously commanding figure of the lady of the lake. "My dear Gwenhyfer,
you have now come across a sacred place that normally you should not have
even known was there at all."
"How do you know my name?" Gwenhyfer asked very afraid of the tall woman
whose bright image was suspended in front of her. "And what do you mean
"The truth is that I have been watching you for quite some time now. I
noticed that whenever you would be out in the forest you would be so at
peace and comfortable with nature. Those are characteristics of the
priestess that I wish to find in all those who come into the mother
goddesses' service. As for your ability to perform the magic rituals of a
priestess I believe those would come in time after you have been trained."
Vivian said surprising all three people who stood in the presence of the
"You want me to become one of you?" Gwehyfer asked astonished at what was
being offered to her. "How can you be sure that I am right to be a
priestess? I have never had anything magical happen to me!"
"Whenever you would walk with the men from the monastery you seemed to know
that there was something in the fog without being able to see it didn't
you? Those feelings are proof that you have the makings to be a woman of
the goddess." Vivian assured her. "Now I will give you the choice, you
may come and join our order or return to the monastery."
During the conversation Vivian was having with Gwenhyfer it was taking all
of Morgaine's control to not speak out against what Vivian was suggesting
to this girl. Morgaine knew that Vivian was wise and had her reasons for
inviting Gwenhyfer to be a priestess, but she could not help but have a bad
feeling when she looked at the young woman who was obviously torn between
returning to her old life and venturing off into a new one. As she watched
what Gwenhyfer was going through, Morgaine realized that even though she
was leery of this young woman she needed assurance that the worthiness of
the goddess was the right thing to strife for. "I know you must be
positively torn trying to figure out what to do right now, so maybe I can
tell you what a life dedicated to the goddess entails." Morgaine spoke up
suddenly feeling compassionate about how she could help this young woman.
"Your life would at times be hard but overall be very fulfilling. TO serve
the goddess makes you feel so complete you feel as if you were lost without
her. She fills you up with such a great feeling of wholeness that you will
feel so wonderful you feel as if you could burst. So if you feel you can
dedicate your life to the goddess I to invite you to come join our order."
Gwenhyfer was grateful for Morgaine's encouraging words, but yet still did
not know if she wanted to leave her whole life as she knew it behind. She
looked among the three faces that watched her, and her gaze came to rest on
Lancelot. He had not stopped looking at her ever since his mother had
suggested she come to Avalon and Gwenhyfer knew that the attraction she
felt for this man was one of the things that was pulling her in the
direction of the goddess. "Will you be in Avalon?" She timidly asked
hoping that his mother would not see the desire that was building up for
"I do not live at Avalon, but I will come to visit you if that is what you
wish." Lancelot replied happy that Gwenhyfer wanted to have him in her
A smile immediately crossed Gwenhyfer's face when she heard Lancelot's
answer to her question and then she knew that she could become a priestess
with his support and encouragement. "I would be happy to join your order
madam." She said and bowed to Vivian.
"You have made a great choice indeed, young one. I believe like Morgaine
you have great things in your future for you as well." Vivian replied with
a smile. "You may now come through the veil, but first you must get rid of
the trinket that if around your neck."
Gwenhyfer looked down to the silver cross that hung around her neck and
gently tossed it on the ground. She looked up to where Lancelot and
Morgaine were waiting for her, and with a smile stepped through the gateway
to her new life.