Frederick was not a particularly active man. Nevertheless, he did have one solemn ritual and that was that every evening he would take a walk. The same route. The same pace. The same time. He never stopped. Never paused in his motion. The walk was ritual. Regular.

Except for this one time.

And then he had a very good reason.

He saw the glow from beyond the trees whilst he was still a way off. He fooled himself into thinking that it could be the sun, but he knew the sun was setting and the golden glow was nothing like the blood red tinge which had eked its way into the sky.

Anyone else would have turned around from that path, walked another way or even gone back home. But not Frederick. It was on his route, and so he would continue.

He walked until he saw her.

A woman. Young. Beautiful.

She had long, lustrous, raven black hair which tumbled down her back wildly. Her eyes were glowing and she was bent over what looked to be a cauldron of some putrid green liquid.

And this made Frederick stop.

He had lived a fairly quiet and simple life. He did not like to involve himself in politics and he certainly had no opinion on land or taxes. But this, this was magic. And magic was something that he would certainly like to keep away from.

And so he turned away.

But as he was doing so, he heard one word, just one word from the woman's lips that made it impossible to simply turn away.

"Camelot."

Frederick had never been one to involve himself in the business of nobles, but he was an honourable man and loyal to his king.

And so he turned from his previous path and resolutely started to make the long walk to Camelot.

Morgana, hearing the snapping of twigs behind her, was still for a moment before she allowed a slow smile to spread over her face.

Then she straightened, abandoning the cauldron as it returned to looking like water, and swept away from the clearing.

She had much to prepare.