Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
As each ogre gets pierced, they cried out, melting into puddles before sinking into the ground. 
I chant my magic, using it to protect the Knights and their King while jabbing my sword into more ogres, green slimy dripping from it.
I looked at Lucilla and Morgana, casting powers at each other. 
Blood drips from Lucilla' cheek and Morgana wipes hers from the edge of her mouth. 
I gazed at Lucilla's strawberry blonde hair, half of it tied up with plaits along the sides. 
"Merlin, watch out!" 
I ducked as Lancelot swung his sword above me, catching the ogre in the neck. 
"Cheers." I grinned as he pulled me up. 
As the numbers of ogres decreased to none, we all turned to watch the sorceresses releasing waves of forces against each other. 
I watched as she fell and hit the rock, yelping, and I felt anger growing in my chest, and in my head. 
I raised my hand and started chanting at Morgana but she got me quicker. 
I felt a hand around my throat, lifting me up. 
There's nothing but air. 
I heard the rest of the men choking before Lucilla cried out to stop. 
Morgana shot a look at her and released our throats, using the roots to wrap our bodies with, lifted the sword and flung it so close to my neck, hanging in the air. 
I rushed back on my feet, watching the sword hanging, the sharp end touching his bandana. 
"Guess what. I'm the source. I'm the key to Yidsten!" 
I get surprised looks facing me. 
Merlin tried to talk but the sword digs in deeper, almost breaking the skin. 
"You better not be lying, little girl." 
"She's the source!" someone cried out, repeating the sentence over and over. 
We jerked our heads to the roof of the cave and that old hag is swinging her legs over the edge. 
Morgana huffed in disbelief. 
"There's no way that-" she paused mid-sentence, and she looked down, chuckling, before returning to me. "Of course you're the source. The bandits. The ones that does anything for gold. Badulf. Shame. I actually like him. But he failed his task. But before I ended him, he said that there was something different with you. Something stronger." 
Her eyes returned to Merlin, then to Arthur. "My dear brother, looks like you are nothing like our precious father." 
I watched as the roots tightens, making it harder for them to struggle out. 
"Lucilla!" 
I heard a high pitched voice and looked up to see a golden dagger, falling down. 
I grabbed it in my hands, Morgana turned her back against the men, walking to my direction.
"Ooooh, what a pretty little dagger." she inhaled deeply. "And an enchanted one. I'm afraid it won't get me." she smiled, snapping her fingers and the sword multiplied, the new ones facing to their new victim. 
My heart beats so hard, like a bird trying to escape from the cage. 
"Let's see. I know, why don't you try and get me? If you get me before dusk is over, I will let them go. But you must hurry, night is coming."