She looked Ilana up and down, and nodded approvingly
    I did it, I finally did it. I'm free! Thought Morgan.
    "How in the word!?" asked a bewildered Ilana.
    "A good question, Ilana," said Morgan.
    "Does everyone know my name?!" asked Ilana.
    "Only the important ones." said Morgan.
    "How are you here, Morgan? I thought Merlin trapped you. Was I wrong?" asked Arthur, stepping in front of Ilana.
    "No, Arthur, Merlin did trap me. Inside Clarent, of all places. But, to start, we must go back to Camelot."
    Morgan raised her hand, which was engulfed by purple fire, and created a wall of flame around them.
The flames showed images of what Morgan said.
"A long time ago, in Camelot, I decided Mordred had disappointed me enough times. I devised a way to transfer a copy of my consciousness into another, in essence controlling them completely. I did so to Mordred, and as a test run, I sent him to destroy the Knight of the Round Table, and you, Arthur. Then, Merlin trapped me in Clarent, and Mordred and Arthur fought. When Arthur and Modred stabbed each other, my command was broken, but I was given another opening into Mordred's mind. I used that opportunity to transfer myself out of the blade, and into Mordred. The only catch was, that love could break the spell, and put Mordred back in control of himself. I was in control for years, but when Mordred fell in love with Ilana's mother, I was beaten down. The only way I took back control was that I had one of my agents force Mordred to leave his wife. He failed me, because he was KIND."
    "What did you do to him, and why?!" asked Ilana, because Mordred had still not moved.
    "The only way out of him was to take his soul and mold it into a body. Without it he won't last long." said Morgan with a wave of her hand.
    "Why are you doing this?" asked Ilana.
    "Because of a prophecy. Centuries ago, there was a prophecy about a girl who was descended from a great sorceress, and who wielded a magic pencil. It was said that the girl had tremendous magical abilities, and I believe that you, Ilana, my grandaughter, are that person. I want your magical abilities to restore the tremendous power I once had. It will make me immortal, and I will rule the world, taking what I want. If you give it to me, without a struggle, you can go home, and I will never bother you again. But if you don't... I will never help your father. I could, you know." said Morgan.
    Ilana stepped out from behind Arthur, and started walking towards Morgan. She stopped halfway and tilted her head to the side. "No." said Ilana.
    It was then that Morgan moved. She threw up her hands, and was encased in magic, purple armour. She threw purple fireball, after fireball at Ilana, who dodged them them all. Arthur was directing fireballs back at Morgan, and away from Mordred.
    Ilana noticed Clarent lying at her feet, and her discarded Excalibur. When she picked them up, she felt a surge of power run through her. She suddenly knew the swords were supposed to be used together, not as enemies. They were twins, one in the same. She raised them over her head and brought them together in a surge of light. Ilana closed her eyes, and when she opened them, they were glowing purple. Not the dark, inky, indigo Morgan used, but a fresh, clean violet.
    Ilana directed the sword into fireball after fireball, the sword absorbing it all. Finally. Ilana pointed the sword at Morgan, and ejected all the energy contained in the sword. It caught Morgan in the chest, and drew her closer and closer to the sword-tip. When she finally reached it, right before she was impaled, there was a violet flash, and Moran vanished, the sword vibrating with her scream...