A Quest for Answers
"You asked what the relationship is between us?" Lancelot finally posed the question to Melusine, his curiosity piqued.
"I don't know either," she replied, shaking her head.
"Are you joking?" Lancelot questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Not at all. I believe understanding this connection is important. So, I request a fight with you. If I win, you'll agree to help me find the answer," Melusine insisted, pointing her sword at him.
A smile crept onto Lancelot's face as he heard her words. "Though you are a fairy, you differ from others of your kind. I accept your challenge."
With that, he drew his long sword and took an offensive stance, ready to counter Melusine's attack at any moment.
Melusine grinned at his readiness. Then, with a powerful leap, she launched herself at him, a blue light illuminating her path. As she closed the distance, she crossed her swords in an 'X' shape, attempting to strike.
Lancelot, quick to react, raised his sword to block the incoming attack, the impact resonating through him. However, Melusine swiftly retreated and readied herself for another strike.
Despite her shorter stature—standing at less than 1.5 meters compared to Lancelot's towering height of over 1.9 meters—Melusine exploited her agility, darting in close to target his waist and abdomen. Lancelot found himself struggling against her unconventional fighting style, which was almost annoying in its effectiveness.
"I can't let you keep getting this close," he thought, stepping back to create distance.
As the two danced around each other, they found themselves in a delicate balance—not too close to fully utilize their weapons, yet not so far that they couldn't engage. It became a test of skill and strength, where neither was at a clear advantage.
During the duel, Lancelot and Melusine both experienced an unusual sensation. The essence of their movements mirrored each other. It was no longer a simple matter of technique; they felt like they were sparring against a reflection of themselves.
After a flurry of exchanges, they paused simultaneously, both breathing heavily.
"Where did your martial arts come from?" Lancelot asked, intrigued.
"If I said I learned it overnight, would you believe me?" Melusine answered, her tone matter-of-fact.
"Overnight?" Lancelot repeated, scepticism flooding his voice. "This isn't a simple sword technique. It takes years of dedication to master."
He thought back to Galahad, who had shown remarkable skill for his age but had trained rigorously to achieve it. "You claim you learned it overnight? That's hard to believe."
But as he looked into Melusine's earnest eyes, doubt began to creep in. "Yes," she affirmed. "I don't know how it happened, but I feel like I woke up one day and suddenly had this power. It just comes naturally to me now."
Lancelot pondered her words, intrigued. "Who should I consult to understand this phenomenon?"
"I have no idea," she admitted, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice.
Lancelot considered for a moment. "I know two people who might have answers: Merlin, who possesses great knowledge and clairvoyance, and Morgan, who seems to know things even Merlin doesn't."
At the mention of Merlin, Melusine remained unresponsive, but when Lancelot spoke Morgan's name, a flicker of recognition lit up her face. "I feel like I should know her," she murmured, almost to herself.
"And your choice?" Lancelot pressed.
After a moment of contemplation, Melusine declared, "I choose to seek out Morgan."
"Best of luck," Lancelot replied, turning to leave. The thought of seeing Morgan brought back memories he didn't want to relive, especially regarding Morgan and Lott's past.
As Melusine watched him go, she sensed his hesitation but didn't pry. She felt a burning curiosity about her origin and was determined to discover the truth.
The two parted ways, with Lancelot continuing his journey and Melusine setting off to find Morgan, her destination on the edge of Camelot's encampment.
Meanwhile, in the Wind Clan, Leah, a common fairy, reflected on the rollercoaster of events that had unfolded that day.