I slowly walked across the courtyard of Avalon, letting the warm summer air wash my senses away. The loose white strands of my hair blew in the wind. So much has happened in the two weeks since the battle with Death and the isles were finally catching up with what had happened. For over a week, it seemed like the United Kingdom was waiting with baited breath on what I was going to do. Word had spread fast that Morgana Pendragon, the wielder of Excalibur, had come from a magical society and England’s government had bowed to my rule.