Honestly when I started on this life's memories, I fully expected to start from a hospital, maybe get a look at my elusive mother's face, but I was not ready for reality.
Turns out, my name holds more significance than some guy naming me after the infamous witch of Arthurian legends. I am infact a clone of Morgana Le Fay, made by the witch herself.
My earliest memories are from being inside the growth vat, inside one of Morgana's labs, where I spent the next two and a half millennia, just existing until four years ago, I was teleported to the steps of a fire department with a degraded tag that was supposed to say Morgana Le Fay, but the ,a, had been lost to time.
The thing about my eidetic memory is that if you were to read me a book, one word at a time, with the words out of order, throughout dates or even years, I can eventually reconstruct the book with more than ninety percent accuracy. The more clues I have of it would only shorten the time and increase accuracy.
Having woken up on my bed again, I look out the window. The early morning light shining into the room, lighting it up to the point where Alice groans, pulling her cover over her head.
It's still early morning, and she slept later than usual so she'll probably be out for another couple hours.
As for me, despite having lived two lives in a night I was unexpectedly energetic, thinking back to about fifty years worth of listening to Morgana talk to herself, I was both excited and worried.
On the plus side I have fifty years worth of memories from one of the most powerful witches in history talking to herself about her magical experiments, on the other hand I found out the reason for my existence.
Roughly twenty-six hundred years ago, Arthur died in defense of Camelot form the forces of evil or darkness or whatever. Important point was, he won, but died in the process.
Excalibur, his famous sword, was a Fay forged artifact, known in the Fay courts, as the sword of promised victory. Anyways, the price for wielding the sword is that you are forever bound to it, in life, and in death. Basically whenever Britain, as in Magical Britain is going to be in danger of destruction, Arthur would be reborn into a new body, destined to save it.
When Arthur died in the events of the last war of Camelot, Merlin who, unlike popular belief, was his best friend rather than mentor or advisor, thinking Morgana was already dead, decided to seal himself and wait for his reemergence.
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Morgana, hated Arthur more than anything in the world, and she couldn't accept that he would return in a world where she wouldn't be in to make his life miserable, unfortunately unlike Merlin, she wasn't an expert in seals, anything she made, would only seal her for one thousand years, maybe a couple hundred more, but there was no saying when Arthur would come back, and these sort of seals aren't things you can do back to back.
So she made a new way, using her expertise on souls and rituals she created a new method.
She would extract her soul in a manner that would make her into a ghost, an intangible one, that even wizards wouldn't be able to see or sense, her body, without a soul inside would be easy to preserve, within her ritual, not only would it not age, but it would also enjoy the normal benefits wizards would get from getting older.
I, was her backup plan. A clone of herself created in a ward where it would be unable to self develope a soul, the way normal fetuses did, the entirety of the lab was one big ward, keyed to Merlin's magical signature. In the event of his reawakening, the ward would scan the clone, if it didn't have a soul, it would destroy the body and the lab with it. If it did have a soul, it would mean that the original body hadn't survived and Morgana had decided to use the clone as her new body, in which case, the ward would teleport the baby to the nearest safe place to be raised sufficiently until Morgana could take care of herself properly, and then the lab itself would self destruct after the teleport.
I'm guessing, my soul somehow came from another world and inhabited a perfectly fine body, that was artificially unable to develope it's own soul.
And that brings me to the bad news. Right now out there, there is a witch who is for all intends and proposes more than twenty-six hundred years old, a ghost who has more likely than not, read almost all the magical tomes in the world from behind their other reader's shoulder, a witch who has surely followed the wizarding history for more than two millennia, who knows all the secrets, hold all the cards, and is, by now even much more powerful than Merlin, who just happens to have vested interest in my immediate erasure from reality.
I, as a genetic copy of Morgana, am the kind of ingredient that even a mediocre curse master, could use to potentially even curse someone of her current power, potentially to death. Morgana, herself had done so several times, she would get a blood sample from the one she one to curse, use it to grow a heart or something, and use that in a cursing ritual. Excalibur was the only reason, Arthur wasn't defeated instantly.
As far as I know, the book of admissions from Hogwarts has already recorded my magical signature, and will write my name the moment I turn eleven. On the other hand the activation of the wards that teleported me to that fire station, can only mean one thing and that's the return of Merlin, who would only return if Arthur was reborn, and that, means trouble for the magical community of at least Brittain and with how connected the world is gonna be by the time Arthur grows up and be ready for whatever that's coming, that would mean a global crisis for all wizards.
Thankfully I still have seven more years before I have to fear people knowing my existence, and hopefully a couple more before the calamity that is coming makes itself known.
I sat up looking at Alice's sleeping form and I sensed something, something muted, excitement, giddiness, expectation, exhilaration and a mix of other more incomprehensible things.
