Mana: Goddess Of Destiny

"Such a lair" Faith said to Morgan. "Using your mother's name to trick me" she pouted.

"Haha" Morgan laughed with an easy smile.

Faith glanced around Alfheim she hadn't been here in a long time. It seemed to have improved a lot, well, technology-wise.

"What have you been doing lately?" she asked him.

"What I have always done best saving worlds," he said simply.

"And you never get tired of it."

"Nope, it may not be significant, but it is worth giving back a future to the people."

"I see"

"Grandmother, do you miss 'him'"

"Your Grandfather, well, it's not that I don't. But Morgan I am done with romance. I spent a long time with him. And I don't plan to go back to him anytime soon."

"But, you will eventually."

"Yes, I am a weak woman, even though I am a god."

Faith continued on through the long white corridors. Morgan smiled again as he watched Faith moves through the halls.

"Why did bring me here?" Faith asked

"I just wanted to do something for you, is that not so bad"

"This grandson knows how to please me" she opened the Door. Straight ahead in a tank was a strongly familiar person. "You might make Lilly mad"

"I'm sure she won't do anything to me."

Faith touched the glass as she looked at the women with black flowing hair in the water. The Faith in front of the tank disappeared as her spirit entered the body in the tank.

Break.

The glass of the tank broke as the women stood up and stretched. Opened her eyes with a sad look on her face. As a magical black cloth appeared and wrapped around her peerless pale body.

He women casted a spell, that returned her into her younger self once more.

"I have been using a spiritual body all this time. It feels strange in the original one.

[One Month Later]

"Your Majesty, I finally found you!"

The sudden voice caused them both to separate in a flash.

Arthur wears a calm expression and unhurriedly asked.

"What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, a woman at the gate wishes to meet you."

"A woman?"

He furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled at the report.

"She claimed she is...."

The guard paused in his words before continuing.

"--- your sister, Your Majesty."

The royal chamberlain leads a special guest through the garden and the hall, as they head towards a room fully carpeted in red; His Majesty's study room.

A veteran knight in bronze armor stood at the corner of the study room. Stationed next to the curtains, the fuchsia tassels fluttered with the wind. In the middle of the room, lies a varnished porcelain rosewood desk. A beautiful candlestick is placed on it. Three fragrant candles are lit, their flickering flames radiate throughout the room.

Arthur felt a swirl of confusion as he stood in his study room, waiting for his proclaimed "big sister" to arrive. The reason he even entertained this person was because of rumors he heard that the Queen and King disinheriting her. But that was it.

He turned his head to look at Faith who's standing by the fireplace. She too, lifted her head to return the glance at the same time. Their eyes met, and he felt heat on his cheeks. Arthur quickly turned away, questioning his impulsive actions before this. His heart throbbed at the thought. For some reasons, he finds himself confused and unsure of his feelings.

It was a good feeling, one that he is unwilling to let go.

A feeling... that he is reluctant to part with.

Faith turned away uncomfortable with the feelings of affection in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, the guest has arrived."

As soon as the guard announced her arrival from the doorway, a woman in a black cloak walked in with an unhurried pace.

The cloaked woman is undoubtedly gorgeous. Her golden locks are like the moonlight's gleam, giving a sense of a mysterious and an enchanting lady. The beauty she possesses is unlike others. From her gait, one can see this lady is not only pleasant on the eyes but m.a.t.u.r.ed as well. One can only describe her beauty as "peerless".

She walked up to Arthur and raised her chin slightly to reveal a face bearing uncanny resemblance to the young king. Her eyelashes flickered; her purple eyes now glistened with tears. Upon closer look, one can see a mole under her left eye. Tears soon roll down her cheeks as she looked at her younger brother with tender gaze.

Once he saw the exact same copy of pupils as his, Arthur is convinced of this woman's identity. Perhaps it was affection born from unspoken family bonds, there is no awkwardness between the two that would call them strangers. Moreover, Arthur felt a sense of kinship with the woman in front of him.

The woman did not forget her salutations towards the king, and spoke in a soft tone.

"Your Majesty... I came from the west of England. My name is Morgana. I... I am your half-sister. We share the same father, but different mothers."

She stopped and turned away, as though to hold back her tears. She wiped her tears then turned to look at Arthur.

"I... I apologize for my rudeness, but I no longer have any other relatives other than my beloved son. Seeing my only brother in front of me, I can not hold back my tears..."

Her words moved to Arthur. He held out his hands to support her.

"You need not to bow to me."

"I already knew of my identity long ago... However, you are now the King of England, and it is no longer my place to bother you... So I stopped looking for you. I asked for hearsays and news of you wherever I could, and prayed for God to bless you. This is the least I can do like your big sister... However, not long ago, my husband has left for heavenly abode. Leaving a woman and her only son in this world... I was left helpless to raise my son alone... I-I... This shameful woman could only seek help from you, her only relative in this world."

"If you do not believe I am your sister, I will not blame you... I-I...."

"Big sister..."

Arthur gazed at the woman with a tender expression. He took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over to her.

"Use this to wipe your tears. Now that you came to me for help, I will give my all to protect you from harm and grief."

The woman nodded as she tried to hold back her tears. She accepted the handkerchief gratefully and wiped her tears away gently. Her movements are graceful, and anyone would have pity for this woman. However, her actions masterfully hid a gleeful expression, as though she has just accomplished something wondrous.

Faith had not once acknowledged this woman as she stared off into the sky.

"Your Majesty... She is...?"

Lady Morgana scrutinized her from top to toe before revealing a sweet smile.

"I've heard rumors of an eastern girl by King Arthur's side, who goes into battle in black armor... The scene of her raining carnage on the battlefield is like a Goddess itself. Is she the one? To think that the fierce lady warrior in hearsays is such a cute girl!"

Arthur nodded in agreement with his sister's words. He wore a smile like a proud child hearing other praising his most beloved toy. However, the expression was soon replaced with an indifferent one.

"Big sister, her name is Fay. But the rumors are exaggerated. She's just a normal girl."

Fay turned her heard, and action that confused Arthur.

Morgana smiled back at the Fay, ignoring her earlier refus.e.m.e.nt to acknowledge her

"Fay, I like you the moment our eyes meet. Why don't you call me big sister too?"

"No, I Will not." Faith said blatantly. Surpassing both Arthur and

Morgana, Arthur wore a displeased Face. As she leaves the room without looking, a small smile on her face.