I Object [General Erikson]

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Morgana had considered several times to skip her shapeshifting and show herself in her true form. She didn't want to keep painfully having to readjust herself as many times as she left for the enemy's camp. But unfortunately, it had to be done. She couldn't be discovered as to whom she really was, and if anyone from Trenale's side was there, they might recognize her. It was bad enough that Hermes knew she was the traitor in their midst. It had been a few long months where she'd gone unnoticed by everyone, including Wayron's camp itself, as to whom this mysterious and yet graceful woman was. This woman who was willing to go so far as to betray her own temporary home.

She never saw it as betrayal, however, but as an act of passion. She was achieving what she was most passionate about. And it was easy to do so in a land like this one. At least nobody frowned upon magic in this kingdom, like it was frowned upon in Camelot. Being a traitor was hardly even considered so, what with how many have actually gone to side with Wayron. Those bitter people, those weak souls looking for comfort from something, and Trenale had not been able to offer such things. Wayron couldn't do any better, but if betrayal was all one could be known for, and feel, then so be it.

No. She wasn't going to shift tonight. She was certain to be followed now that Hermes knew the identity of the traitor, and it would be best not to reveal how she had managed to do it for so long without being noticed. Wayron might not recognize her, but she recognized Wayron. It was time for the enemy to find out exactly whom they were dealing with, and who she was. She was no ordinary woman, but a sorceress and a manipulator. The best she could achieve to be, anyway.

Stepping out from the woods, Morgana knew that she should know better than to appear to be a stranger in an enemy's camp. Still, she confidently strolled on past a couple of sleeping guards, and hoped to sneak past the ones guarding General Erikson's tent as well, but unfortunately, she had no such luck.

"Aye, and a weakling wench too. She'll do just fine," one of them whispered loudly to the other, both of both were grinning.

Morgana knew exactly what they were speaking about, and she didn't like the idea of being held by men who had high enough levels of testosterone as it was. "I wish only to speak with General Erikson. I've a message for him."

"Does she now? I'm sorry, but the General is slightly busy at the moment. If you care to wait until dawn, be our guest," the other soldier said, then laughing heartily like it was the most amuing thing ever.

She was getting fed up. "Have I not told you before not to interrupt me on my walks?" The men looked at each other like she was a pet who could speak. Finally, Morgana narrowed her eyes, and once she freed a hand, she waved it off to the right, using her powers to through one of the guards off into a tree, where he stayed. She turned to the remaining guard. "Would you like to join your friend?" He quickly shook his head, but she threw him into another tree, anyways, then wiped her hands as if they had gotten dirty. She shuddered, getting the feel of their hands off of her, and marched determinedly into General Erikson's tent, unannounced.

Let him kill her. She had good reasons to be there, and they were mostly likely her last reasons to ever set foot on the enemy's grounds again. "My apologies, my lord, for such an interruption," Morgana bowed her head low to him, a gesture she had gotten used to doing on these grounds. "But I needed to speak with you of urgent matters, and it could not wait." Wait. She was unrecognized by the general. She had come as Morgana, and not as her counter part. This should be interesting.

"It is I, Morgan. I apologize for not arriving in my usual fashion." Meaning, as a completely different human being than now.

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Erikson was in no mood to deal with meddling women. Women were always a problem and had always been a problem. Especially the beautiful ones. Erikson had always liked a pretty picture and nothing said beauty like a pretty woman, but the pretty ones were often times the most dangerous. And that was why when he heard the female voice outside hit tent, he rolled eyes. The guards would keep her out as instructed. He was busy and didn’t have time for anyone until morning. Unless it was that idiot of a king, Willhelm. But it clearly wasn’t that idiot.

And yet there was a tussle outside the tent and Erikson was not at all pleased. He needed those idiot guards to shut it so he could figure out his next move against the army. And then the woman entered, and of course she was a beautiful woman. It was always this way with beautiful women. They always felt entitled to get everything they wanted.

“Morgan,” he sneered, moving his papers subtly so she wouldn’t see them. He’d never trusted Morgan. Anyone so willing to betray the people that provided her with a home were suspicious because usually there was some kind of other motive involved. They were all rats. He should know. He counted himself among the rats.

He stood and faced the girl, his hands clasped behind his back. He was quite irritated at her for interrupting. “What do you want?” he asked, a hard edge in his voice. “I don’t like to be interrupted and don’t think you won’t go unpunished for your stunt with my guards. I didn’t want to be disturbed. You had better make this worth my time.” If she didn’t, he could think of something to punish her he was quite sure. He’d practically invented torture.

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A smirk made its way across her face. Well, it certainly didn't surprise her that he didn't mind that she didn't look as she normally would when she showed up to speak with him. IT was pleasing to know Morgana hadn't had the need to shapeshift. If she'd known all along, she would have spared herself some pain. Oh, well, too late for that now. But he didn't scare her. All of his threats were void to her. Went in one ear and out the other. He couldn't do anything to her, not with her powers. And he just didn't know it yet. Or maybe he did.

She dared approach him, and flashed an almost inviting smile, glad to know that her charm and her air of danger could perhaps spare her some time. If she had been an old hag, Erikson perhaps would not give her a second glance. "What stunt, my lord?" Morgana inquired innocently, as if she had no recollection of anything of which he was speaking. Eh, the guards she'd possibly injured would forget what had been done to them if they knew what was good for them. She could make them suffer like no other if she wanted. "I would never disrespect you in any way unless it was vital, you know that." Flattery could work. Maybe.

"But do not fret," she continued in her calm, unwavering voice, with a hint of amusement and a smile, like they were the best of friends. "For I will be out of your hair for quite some time. I've no choice but to retract myself this situation for the present time." This was the part that would give her the most trouble. She did not fear him, but she did fear being misunderstood as to what she was trying to convey. "See, Hermes, has known for quite some time that there is a rat, as they call it, in the camp. He's confronted me, and has informed me that his suspicions have become strong. He knows it is I, and has threatened me."

She let out a laugh. "Naturally, it does not hinder me in the least bit, for, what can he do to me? But I found it best that if my absences lessen, then perhaps his suspicions will shift to another. Trenale is convinced that their strategies are flawless, but we know better. You know better, my lord. My only desire has been to form an alliance, though a weak one, but one that has given Wayron an advnatage, nevertheless."

"I come humbly only so that there is not a doubt in your mind that your informant and ally, Morgan, does not intend to betray this country, but to strengthen it and to destroy Trenale." again, Morgana bowed her head in reverance. "I've served the best I could, and will continue on serving, but for the time being, I must withdraw. To prove my loyalty to you and to the great King Willhelm, I shall take the next boat off to the island refuge, so that I need not fight any more against your army, and as a traitor to Trenale. Once I am not suspected any more, I will continue my duties," Morgana finished, looking down at the ground beneath her feet, and then back up at the general.

If all failed, she could always seduce the man. He had quite the taste for beautiful women, and Morgana would never deny him the pleasure, if he insisted. She knew very well that she wasn't a sore sight, and oftentimes used this to her advantage. Hell, if he didn't try to chain her up but let her do as she wished, she would give him one night out of her own will as a thanks. But it was all up to him. One wrong move, and he would be the one flying into a tree.

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Morgan had been trouble from the beginning. Erikson had known this and yet he’d allowed her to continue telling him about things on the other side. And this was what he got for keeping her around: trouble. He’d seen it coming and couldn’t stop it. At least he had had a lot of practice dealing with trouble.

He raised an eyebrow at the feigned innocence. And then flattery. It would work on a lesser man, but Erikson was no such man. “Lying doesn’t become you,” he told her shortly. “And flattery will get you nowhere with me.” Blunt and to the point was how this was going to go because he was not in the mood for feigned emotions and other such niceties.

He listened to her as she explained the situation, but it all seemed trivial. So she had been caught feeing information to the enemy and was threatened? Well, that didn’t concern him. He didn’t care. He would be just as happy writing to the general and telling him just how much of a rat this Morgan was. If Morgan was even her real name, though he supposed not since she’d never come to him looking the way she was now. And he knew a thing or two about shape shifting, which would be sufficient black mail.

“It’s not as if you’re my only spy,” he informed her with a disdainful glance. If she thought otherwise, that wasn’t his fault. He didn’t give out information to his informants. It was best that they didn’t know so that he could carry on with his own plans without interference. “I don’t care what you do. I’m not your keeper and you’re certainly not under my protection. I find I couldn’t care less about your predicament. If that’s it, you can go.” He dismissed her with a shooing motion of his hand. She was nothing more than a pretty face to look at as far as he was concerned.

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Lying? Is that what he thought she was doing? She almost scoffed at the thought! Morgana didn't lie. She simply twisted the truth. It was a great deal different than lying, though! The mere thought of it was insulting! Not that Erikson really cared whether he was insulting or not. All he cared about was his precious army winning the battle. At once, Morgana's stomach seemed to do flops. But not because she was getting nervous. She was starting to get angry. Still, she knew she had to control her anger. Nobody was ever going to always listen to what she had to say. Morgana had learned that lesson long ago, when she had to hide who she was.

Morgana opened her mouth a couple of times to interrupt him, but his tone only got more and more offensive. At one point, Morgana had to anrrow her eyes and sseal her lips in a straight line to keep from blurting anything out. He didn't scare her. Nor could he ever do anything terrible to her. She was clearly not worth his time, nor had she ever been. The fact that she'd risked quite a few things for his stupid army's sake meant nothing. And Morgana should have known. She should have known better than to offer her services to a man who would never appreciate them. She just didn't learn, did she? Well, this was certainly the last time she was allying herself with anyone. Ever.

She had wanted to be honest with him, since, she wasn't about to betray him. She didn't want to make enemies of Wayron. But he left her no choice. nobody spoke to her in this manner, and certainly nobody ignored the risks she took. She'd even revealed her identity to him. Why in the world did she think she could maybe trust him? She should have known, damn it. "No, that's not it," Morgana at last spoke, her eyes narrowed at him in disbelief. "You may not treat me in this manner, nor will you dismiss all that I have to say. If not for me, your army would not be where it is now. If not for me, you would not know all of the general's foreplays and attacks. Despite the fact that you have other spys, none are as close to the second-in-command as I am, and none will ever be smart enough to maneuver his or her moves," Morgana said, her voice rising with every word.

She could practically feel the anger inside of her start to bubble up. That usualyl meant that magic would soon take its toll. And not in a good way either. She'd had enough. She wouldn't allow herself to be used by anyone else. She would be the user of them. The controller of the pawns. No more favors or services for anyone else's gains but herself. "Furthermore," she she stepped right up to his face, poiting a finger at him, "I believe that my predicament should indeed concern you. You have no idea what I am capable of doing, my lord, nor am I certain you'd like to know." Hissing, she finished with a, "Just try me, if you don't believe me."

There was not a doubt in her mind that she could bring about the destruction of many things, one of which could be General Erikson's precious army. If he so much as lifted a finger, she wouldn't hesistate to do anything.

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(I took a few liberties in this post, so if there's something that you're not okay with, anything at all, just let me know and I can change it.)

Erikson very nearly sighed audibly when Morgan wasn’t finished. Apparently he had insulted her. Erikson couldn’t find it in him to care. She’d been an excellent informant, so eager to please and free with her information, but he felt no loyalty to her whatsoever. That wasn’t how this worked. Erikson wasn’t exactly a giver. He took what he could and discarded people when they were no longer useful. If someone was upset with things had turned out, well then, that was just too bad, wasn’t it?

Apparently Morgan had a flair for the dramatics, which might have been amusing if she hadn’t just threatened him. There was a lot that Erikson could forgive of a beautiful woman, but threatening him was not one of those things. The girl needed a reality check and she needed it now.

He reached out and grabbed her chin roughly, pressing his fingers into her delicate skin without remorse. “Be careful, Morgan,” he cautioned darkly. “You’re putting yourself on an awfully high pedastel. Someone might knock you off. Someone like me.” He bent closer to her, gripping her chin tighter. It would probably bruise her pale delicate skin. “I don’t care who you are.” His voice was low and dangerous. “Threatening me is a dangerous game and one you’re not mature enough to play. I know what you’re capable of, otherwise I wouldn’t have allowed you to become my informant. I know what you’ve done to my guards. You have magic and you can shift your shape. I know more about you than you know about me. Do not try my patience, girl. You know nothing about what I’m capable of.”

He pressed his fingers harder into her flesh for a short moment before shoving the girl away from him, hard enough that she would most likely stumble. “Get out,” he ordered, folding his hands behind his back. She would most likely be furious with him and he knew better than to turn his back on her now. After all, hell hath for fury like a woman scorned.

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No matter how many times Morgana did this, she just never learned her lesson. The previous times, she'd let her anger go out of the goodness of her heart. She'd forgiven and forgotten. But not this time. This time, there was no goodness in her heart. She was through with playing nice with everyone around her. If she couldn't be accepted the way she was, then perhaps she would force them to accept her the way she is now. They would see exactly who Morgana Le Fey was and what she was capable of. That smiling face would be no more. Instead, she would bring pain to those who've wronged her. Misery to those who thought advantage could be taken of her.

Starting with this General Erikson of Wayron.

Her face was suddenly grabbed, and at first, Morgana's mind screamed for her to fight him. Instead, she remained where she was, in his grasp, which began tightening with every word he spoke. She clenched her teeth and gave him the dirtiest look she could give someone while listening to him threaten her. Well, then. If he didn't care much for her threats, then she wouldn't of his. Hermes just about knew everything about Morgana being an informant, so there was nothing more to hide. If he were to tell Arthur of this, her Prince certainly wouldn't believe Hermes. She would be chosen before that egotistic god. And Hermes had no proof. If he did, then good for him. The bubble inside of Morgana had been waiting for burst, and no time was better than a time like this.

Her eyes were kept steady and firmly on him, her mind taking in every single word of his. Still, all Morgana could feel was anger. Bittnerness. Spite. This was a lesson learned, and she had a sinking feeling it wouldn't be the last lesson she would learn. Ignoring the pain was beginning to poke at her skin, Morgana waited once more for him to finish speaking. He might be done with her, but she was not done with him. She would make him pay one way or another. Even if it was losing the war. When he finally finished, she was pushed backwards, and a rock ensured the fact that she tripped and fell on her bottom, nearly hitting her head on the ground. Fury seared through her. She wasn't going to tolerate being treated like a slave of some sort. Or a dog with fleas. Or anyone less than a queen.

This time, her eyes weren't bitter, but rather, enraged. Furious. "You think I am not mature enough to play these kind of games? Then perhaps we should find something a little more...age appropriate, shall we?" Morgana at last released the anger that had built up in the past minutes by striking at everything around the tent, be it books, maps, plans, chairs, or models. He remained untouched. Her lips were drawn in a straight, angry line as she turned her eyes to him once again, almost as if daring him to repeat his threats again. If he knew what she was capable of, then he should know that she could murder him in this dead of night and hide his body where nobody would ever find it. He should not play with magic. Or Morgana, for that matter.

In Camelot, a High Priestess of the Old Religion was feared. Nobody dared even look in Morgause's direction. Morgana was next in line, but considered herself fairly high up there with her sister. Should Erikson carry out said threats, a surprise would await him. She could do more than just magic and shapeshift. "You think I am only a silly girl with ridiculous ideas and impromptu plans." She forced a laugh. "How wrong you can be. Your arrogance surpasses no other's, but such arrogance comes with the price of foolishness. I fear not what you are capable of. You may view me as a naive little girl who doesn't know her way," Morgana said calmly, almost eerily calm, however, "But I know exactly where I am going. And I am sorry to say that...your petty threats? Mean absolutely nothing to me."

"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." That bitterness rose again in her eyes, and she suddenly felt the pain in her face again. "Another word of which I disapprove, and you'll be the one to find yourself in a predicament."

"Just try me," Morgana spat out venomously, as if in conclusion, but she wasn't ready to leave just yet. She knew better than to turn her back on him.

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Erikson was pleased to note that Morgana fell when he pushed her away. He felt a bit smug about it really. It was quite entertaining. He had expected that she would stumble, but that she would actually trip and fall was a pleasant surprise. But then of course she had to go and prove that she was too immature to handle herself. She was most likely a spoiled little princess, or something close to that. He knew the type and they were really quite insufferable. They couldn’t seem to function when they didn’t get there way. Pity, really, because Morgan showed promise, but if she threw a fit when things didn’t go her way, then he couldn’t see much of a future for her.

He waited out the tantrum, because that’s what was happening here. She could ruin his tent if she liked. After all, he knew better than to react to her because that was exactly what she was looking for. She was looking for a reaction from him. It didn’t speak well for whatever father figure was in her life. In Erikson’s opinion, he was a weak man for allowing a grown up girl to behave in such a manner.

Erikson sighed audibly when she was finished ranting at him. He was not paid enough to deal such children and he certainly was not going to give in to such a tantrum. He gave Morgan his best unimpressed look, which he practiced often. “Little girl,” she sneered, “when you are quite through with your tantrum, you may go.” He paused a moment and then added, in a conversational tone, “Unless you’d prefer to stay with the prisoners. I’ve imprisoned a god. I’m sure I could find something for you as well.” She wasn’t likely to take kindly to his suggestion, but she would have to be punished for what she had done to his tent. Perhaps revenge would be a dish best served cold, or perhaps not.