"What's all that for?" Alaric asked raising a brow.

"Well, sometimes chanting a spell can take time so I was able to create these potions that can cause people to sleep, float and forget among other things." Morgan said inspecting one of her bottles with a devilish grin. Alaric nodded slowly hoping he was never on the receiving end of those potions.

"Just tell me when you're ready to go." Alaric watched as Morgan put together many more bottles. 

All of them ranged in color from black to a vibrant purple or green. The weirdest thing about them was that they glowed and flickered like the flame of a candle.

"Ready!" Morgan exlaims placing the last bottle on the belt around her waist.

They walked to the door and grabbed the knob; just like before their surroundings began to change. Except, instead of the forest growing around them, the outside of Alaric's manor began to take form.

"Why did we end up here? I thought it was just a door to the forest?" Alaric asked furrowing his brow.

"If you must know," Morgan said a big grin on her face, "It will take you to the place you're thinking of." 

Alaric was taken aback, was he really just thinking about the forest the first time? He shrugged and looked around at the destroyed manor. The once beautiful home he grew up in was no more than burnt firewood.

"Father's study was on the second floor, a few doors past Mother's room." Alaric stated turning to Morgan.

Morgan nodded looking around at the damage, "It may take a moment, but I can reverse the state of the manor so that we can have a look around. We have to be as quick as we can though." 

Morgan stood in front of the manor with her hands up, "Reverse statum loci huias, donec tempus est abrumpere!" 

 The ground began to shake as the rubble of the manor started to move and reassemble itself. Once it finished it was like that dreadful fire never happened.

"Hurry, we need to be as quick as possible; the spell will only last for a few hours or so." Alaric waved Morgan to the entrance and the two entered quickly.

Alaric was surprised to see that the inside looked brand new. The chandelier hung high above their heads swaying slightly. The paintings of different scenary hung on the walls around them and stairs leading up had the velvet rug tapered to every step.

"Lead the way." Morgan said breaking Alaric from his trance.

They climbed the stairs and creeped their way down hall Alaric stopped in front of one of the many doors in the hallway.

"I was always scolded for trying to enter this room. Father never locked the door, though, he kept it open I assume because he wanted to visit her room." His eyes began to water, "We should keep going, Father's study is just down the hall." He said wiping away the tears.

As they continued down the hall Alaric grew nervous. Whenever he entered his Father's study it was to either be reprimanded or told to complete a task. Alaric stopped in front of the double doors and took a deep breath. Two swords were carved into the wood, one on either door.

"Alaric, that's the sword!" Morgan exclaimed pointing to the door on the left. 

"Are you sure, Morgan?" He said looking between her and the door.

"Yes! It looked just like this!" She said nodding her head frantically causing Alaric to laugh. There's no way this is the sword, he thought. 

"Morgan, I realize your knowledge on swords is lacking so allow me to explain. This sword is first, a part of my families history and has been lost for centuries. Second, it was rumored to be The Excalibur. King Arthur's sword, that the Lady of the Lake gifted to him." 

Morgan looked on in confusion. That was definitely the sword, but what she was actually confused about was the second sword. It looked just like the other one, but where the other one's gem was rounded this one was triangular. The words were also different, instead of Gladius Regis, it was Gladius Magus. 

"What about this one? Tell me about this sword." She said pointing at the other door looking at Alaric.

He thought for a moment, "Well, this one is apparently the sword of a mage. Both were forged together apparently, but I'm not exactly sure about it. My Father mainly had me learn about this one." Alaric turned the knob and entered the room leaving Morgan to think about this new information.

"You coming?" Alaric said sticking his head out the door. 

Morgan hesitantly walked into the room. The study was a disaster; papers were strewn all over the floor and the desk. Books lie scattered around the room like someone had been frantically searching for something.

"Morgan, I thought you fixed this place up?" Morgan herself was bewildered, everything should have been put back as it was.

"I did, this must have been what the room was like before the fire." Morgan said shaking her head.

Walking further into room they stepped over all the papers to get to desk. The papers on the desk were different, older, with strange writing all over them.

"Morgan do you know what this language is?" Morgan picked up the paper and scrunched her face.

Although it looked familiar she couldn't place where she had seen it before.

"I'm not sure, I think I've seen it, but I can't remember where I did see it." Morgan shook her head, first the second sword now this weird language.

"Hey! This shows the sword in a lake. This must be where the Lady of the Lake gave him the sword!" Alaric was excited, he felt like he was in one of his books. 

If it turned out he had to look and weild this sword, well, let's just say Alaric was beyond excited.

"We should look for this sword, Morgan. Something tells me Father was searching for it and we should follow his trail." Alaric knew how it all sounded, but he truly believed the reason his Father was obsessed with swords was because of their families lost heirloom.

The sound of footsteps made the two stop and look up at the door. They quickly hid under the desk as the footsteps stopped right outside.

The door swung open, "I thought you said the place burned down!" said a gruff voice and someone cleared their throat.

"Y-Yes it did, I was there that night." Something about that voice sounded familiar to Alaric. 

"Do you think we'll find anything? This place is a mess." grumbled a womans voice. 

Morgan nudged Alaric and mouthed, "Time," making his eyes go wide. Alaric hadn't realized they were in the manor for that long. Morgan pointed to the bottles on her belt and motioned like she was going to throw them. Alaric nodded, crawling forward quietly with Morgan following him. Crouching behind the desk they peered over it to see four people looking around the room. 

Alaric gasped as he saw why the voice had sounded familiar to him. It was the man with the crooked nose! One of the men that was with Kirt that night. They all turned in the direction of Alaric to see him standing there with his mouth open.

"That's the boy!" says the man with the crooked nose, "He's the one Kirt was looking for!" All the others look in Alaric's direction and smirk.

"You shouldn't have come back here, boy." taunted the woman.

She pulled a dagger from behind her and twirled it in her hand. She was a short woman with blonde hair pulled back tightly. She wore black pants, a bright red shirt and tall black boots.

"Don't let him escape this time!" ordered the gruff man. 

He was tall with dark hair with an eyepatch covering his right eye. He held a crossbow in his hands aimed at Alaric; he stumbled back as he took in the scene before him. He looked around for the fourth person, but couldn't find them like they had disappeared into thin air. 

Before Morgan could stand to help, someone grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She winced in pain and glanced at Alaric, how were they going to get out of this?