The Morgana

I'm a long way over old. There's nothing for me here on this half-forgotten lump of rock. So I'm finally leaving.

Hopefully my next resting place will be something a bit more peaceful.

The words flowing from my lips ebb and flow like a tide, rising above every other sound. The ring on my finger starts to glow, and soon, I do too.

The enchantment continues, growing louder, and I sit on the rock table in the middle of the stones. I grow so bright it would blind any human who looked upon me, and then -

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