In Memoriam...


A/N: Damn the evil plot bunnies! They won't leave me alone! So I'm writing this story as well. Please check out my other King Arthur stories! And don't forget to Review, you'll get a cookie!


Prologue: In my memory she lives...

This story is about those long dead. It is of Uther Castas, his wife Igraine, and her beautiful daughter, Morgana...

My Father was a tall handsome man. He and I are as different as could be in many ways, bar one, well do I remember his strong features, mine are much the same, though I do not have his fine brown hair, and dark skin.

Rather I have my mother's lighter skin and her great love of justice. Though my mother lived through many injustices she never lost her faith in others. She lost parents, brothers and her beloved first husband, yet she lived, she survived. My mother was a strong woman, she survived her husband's death and just a few months later gave birth to her daughter by him, Morgana. She refused all her husbands family's attempts to take the young girl away from her, she lived on a small farm. And that was where Morgana grew older, and with each passing year, so my mother said, grew more and more beautiful.

I do not remember her well, I was young when she died, when my mother wept and my father almost lost his faith, but I do remember some things about her. She and I, we have the same eyes. Large and expressive hers were, and they changed colour in the light, sometimes seeming to blaze like emeralds caught in the sun, at other times though they were the dark colour of the forests of our shared homeland. And framed they were by hair like precious metal, glinting in the sunlight as her laughter rang through the hills, glowing softly in the candlelight as she sang me to sleep.

In my memory she is alive and her eyes sparkle still though they were darkened by death long ago...