Quest of Avalon: Part I

Greetings milord and milady!

Tis nigh time that you get the first part of Quest of Avalon, the second series in The Eventful Life of Morgan Le Fay! 🙂

Just before you zoom off to immerse thyself in the adventures of Morgan Le Fay, there are a couple of Arthurian facts that I would like to cover:

  • In the previous series called “Camelot, I Will Return“, I mentioned that King Arthur fell in love with Morgause (his half sister. Gross, I know) and they had a son called Mordred.
  • This was not made up! It was true. 🙂 There are different versions of whether King Arthur did indeed fall in love with Morgause, or that he was bewitched by her… And Mordred was certainly not made up either
  • From certain accounts like Le Morte d’Arthur (French for “the death of Arthur”) by Sir Thomas Malory, Mordred was begotten by Arthur and Morgause (whom the King did not know was his half- sister yet)
  • Mordred later fought King Arthur in the big Battle of Camlann (which I will cover… in a later series… wait for it!)

For Quest of Avalon, there are a few things you should know:

  • Avalon is not made up, it’s the Land of Faeries, in which the famous sword Excalibur was forged, and where King Arthur was brought to after the big battle (because, as everyone knows, he died. Yeah, bummer.)
  • Random fact: Avalon is the “Isle of Apples” because in Old Welsh, Avalon means the plural of “apple”. Maybe there are many apple trees in Avalon, where faeries can eat them in different ways, like apple juice, apple stew, apple soup, mashed apple, fried apple, – just kidding. 

Anyway, enough of the facts.

Let’s dive into Quest of Avalon! Happy reading! 🙂


Quest of Avalon

Two years have passed since I have escaped from Camelot, after being betrayed by King Arthur, and killing my archenemy, Morgause, who was, quite unfortunately, my sister too. King Arthur, my half- brother, had been enamoured with Morgause, and they even had a son. I fled Camelot, after realising that the King had betrayed me and conspired with Morgause to kill me.

My mind keeps on returning to that moment, when I, Morgan Le Fay, an enchantress, stabbed Morgause in the heart with her own dagger, just before I fled. As I flew away, literally, I swore that I would return to Camelot, as I had left it in the hands of a lunatic, stricken with grief and loss. Since then, the kingdom has been on a steady decline into chaos.

Two years.

Since then, I have settled down quite comfortably in my father’s old estate, in Cornwall. The servants there had welcomed me, because after all, I am the Duke of Cornwall’s daughter. The estate was devoid of residents, as my father had died in battle against King Arthur quite some time ago, and my mother was no more, her remains buried in the church’s graveyard not far from the estate.

Thus, in my comfortable position, I watched the proceedings of Camelot from afar, wincing at the grave tidings that Camelot had lost in a little skirmish against the Saxons—one of the small battles that will soon herald a great war that will rend the kingdom and its people apart.

Two years have passed too, during which I have received countless letters from the King, first angry, hate- filled letters, blaming me for the death of Morgause.

Then, as the war took a sharp turn for the worse and the King forgot his loss and brief infatuation over my sister, the tone of the letters changed, begging my forgiveness, beseeching me to return, to assist in the uprising war against the Saxons. For all his desperate pleas and my firm refusals, I was surprised he had not ordered my capture back to Camelot. I suspected he wanted to stay in my good books. And rightly he should.

In the better part of the two years, his letters began with:

Lady Morgan,

You cannot begin to understand the extent of my grief, which you have caused.

You killed my beloved, and for that, you should pay the heaviest price one can bear. Damn you, for slaying Morgause! Damn you, for my softness of heart, for accepting you after the battle in which I had defeated your father, Duke of Cornwall! Damn you, for—

Smirking slightly at the large, circular droplet of water that had obliterated the next word (tears, no doubt), I had tossed the letter into the fireplace, watching as it curdled and blackened in the flames, till it was a fine, grey ash.

As the war with the Saxons drew inexorably closer, his letters changed to:


I have gotten over my loss, and have realised what you did was for the greater good. I realised that Morgause was using me, and I should have listened to thy worthy counsel.

Listen, Moggen, have I not provided Camelot as a home for you, after your father’s demise? You were alone and helpless, yet, Camelot was ready to accept you.

Dark days are upon Camelot, and the kingdom is in desperate need of you. Can you not hear the people’s cries?

Camelot is your home, and as King, I beseech thee—

Snorting in disgust, I had crumpled the letter and hurled it into the fireplace. Just like its many predecessors, the letter blackened and turned into powder. I glared at the flames, reflecting on how desperate times could drive a King to his knees.

Filthy, shameless hypocrite! Cursing bitterly beneath my breath, I stomped about my estate, my servants confining themselves to their quarters, afraid of incurring my wrath.

What with my detest for the King, I remained unable to resist the pull of Camelot, where I had lived for most of my life.


The next part will be coming soon! Meanwhile, what do you think of Morgan’s attitude? Should she have marched off to save Camelot, instead of trashing the King’s letters? 🙂

By the by, a new, important character will be popping out in the next installation! His name starts with an M… 🙂 You just wait.


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