“S– -She was trying to help me. In my dragonic form I was broken; my wings were bent & maimed – – I couldn’t speak. She saw that, and she wanted to help me. And she did.”
Aithusa hoped. Peters words made her think of other intentions the priestess could have had. With a dragon at her side– – Morgana had all the power she desired. She could finally take Camelots throne, and have her precious dragon to all of her dirty work– – –
“Stop, Peter– – please. You don’t what she was trying to do, it was out of good will.” Her breathing was constricted as she spoke; and p a n i c filled her eyes. She was just a pawn; wasn’t she?
“I do. Tell me your story.”
She was afraid of him, he could tell. The way she spoke was marked with fear and she pleaded that Morgana was doing it out of good. Foolish of her to think that; Morgana may be attached to the dragon, but there was always a wicked reason for what she does. And for turning Aithusa into human, it must have been a far different reason for mending her wings.
"How is it out of good will? What has Morgana ever done that was out of good will, I dare ask?”
He couldn’t help but flash a smile. He was taunting her, and he knew it hurt her to think of Morgana in that way. But why would he care?
Peter was hesitant before beginning to tell his story. It was not easy; It was never easy.
“I do not trust you enough to tell my whole story, but there is one piece I will tell you:
