Morgan le Fay wandered through the ancient woods, her fingers grazing the leaves, sensing the magic in every branch and shadow. Above her, a blackbird circled, its cry sharp and clear, like a message carried on the wind.

Her lover, Lancelin, waited by the hidden brook where they often met. His heart raced at the sight of her. Though the world saw Morgan as a sorceress of power and mystery, to him, she was simply the woman he loved.

The blackbird swooped low, landing on a branch beside Morgan. She paused, her eyes meeting the bird's, knowing it was more than it seemed—a messenger from the otherworld, a warning.

“Morgan,” Lancelin called softly, stepping toward her. “What troubles you?”

She turned to him, her face unreadable, but her heart stirred. "The winds whisper of betrayal, Lancelin. Our love may not escape the forces that conspire against us."

He took her hand, pulling her close, his voice steady. "Then let the winds howl. I would face any storm for you."

The blackbird let out a cry and flew down to her. Morgan felt the weight of her magic and the inevitable pull of fate. But for now, wrapped in Lancelin's arms, she chose love over the darkness waiting beyond the trees.