The once erased markings returned to her lithe form, while the ends of her green tinged hair, that now crept past her waist, began to subtly sway despite the lack of wind, and her eyes became terrifyingly serpentine.
"Come." She said with a voice that dripped of authority just as like a viper's maw drips of venom, while slowly raising her right arm in an inviting gesture.
For a second there was utter silence, but then the tortured scream of Morgana ripped through the air, shattering the previous stillness.
"Sister?!" Eleonora and Sophia roared in fright, rushing to her side, but Valdour and I were before them, barring their path within the blink of an eye.
"What are you doing?!" They angerly questioned. "Out of our way!"
"Just wait." I said, half turning my head back to the writhing Morgana, feeling the pull of divine power at work, and wanting to see it's efforts.
