The Pendragon Legacy

     Morgana hummed as she puttered around the kitchen.  She gave the eggs on the stove a jostle to keep them from sticking to the bottom of the pan before going to the refrigerator for a bottle of orange juice.  Merlin sat at the table, drinking from a plasma pouch as he watched her move with a smile.      It had been a long time since the last time he visited his old friend.  A generation or two at least, he thought to himself.  The time apart had been good to her.  She was obviously happy and in her element as a Hearthkeeper.      His sharp ears picked up the annoying buzz from an alarm coming from one of the other rooms in the house.  The door on the other side of the stove opened as Morgana ( Morgan, she asked you to call  her Morgan, he reminded himself ) plated the omelets and carried it to the table.  She smiled as she passed the gray haired man and pressed a kiss to his cheek. ...

     Morgan stretched as she climbed out of the carpool.  She waved as Darling pulled away from the curb and drove away.  Turning back to the house she smiled as her gaze drifted past the toys in the yard.  It had been days since her youngest children were young enough to play with them.  Soon though baby Luke would be old enough to play with them once more.      Such was her life, as one generation grows up a new one is born to take their place.  She smiled in contentment at the changes her life had undertaken so many weeks ago.  As she walked up to the gate she stopped at the mailbox to collect the letters inside.       Bill, bill, junk, bill...  She stopped when she came to an envelope made of heavy paper.  There was no name written on it.  Flipping it over, she smiled when she saw a familiar seal in wax over the flap.  Opening it, Morgan skimmed through the letter to get to the ...