1It opened. A doorway, a portal, a black hole. It loomed massive and dark before the small, passive figure; on the edge between terror and fascination. Her small body quivered, though she did not know why. Fear forced her heart to pound; and curiosity made her eyes stay open.
A voice was calling to her; a sweet voice, kind and gentle. She heard it echoing in her mind. The voice of a woman, or a god who chose to take the form of a woman; for it seemed that no woman could be like this. She was inexplicably drawn to it. She reached out, and touched the void. In an instant she saw it all. Everything and nothing, space and time, smashed together in all of its infinite complexity. The greatest combination of madness and genius in all of creation. She saw the world; all of the worlds, every single living thing in all of reality; she saw it all. She absorbed it all. The thoughts, and hopes, and dreams, and wishes of all of them. And then, she died.
But they were reborn. Inside her lay an army of spirits, spirits who were stripped of all but their raw consciousness. Inside her lay the minds of the most brilliant thinkers, the skills of the most powerful warriors, the power of the greatest spellcasters; and the mind of one, very frightened little girl. All of the most legendary figures in history and myth; contained within the mind of a child…
And so it begins.
12 years later
Boyfriends are a truly useless thing. They sit around, hold your hand, kiss your lips, stare at your chest, try to sleep with you, then leave when someone with bigger boobs, tighter pants, and a looser conscience comes walking by. Love, however, is something special; when you find love, it does more than a simple boyfriend could ever do.
Unfortunately for Meghan Callen, she had been through a long string of boyfriends, but never found love. There was absolutely nothing special about her, she was average height, average weight, slightly less than average breast size (which was not helping in the love department), and slightly above average intelligence (not enough to get her past all of her classes easily, but enough to scare away boys). She was most definitely not a boy magnet. She was just to turn eighteen and hadn't even gotten to second base yet, partially because she was nervous, and partially because all of the guys who wanted to be with her physically were scumbags and she knew it. She truly and thoroughly believed that she was in hell.
It was midnight on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, she was still awake, crying silently over the boy that had dumped her, her parents divorce, her near-failing grades, and the dark pit of depression that consumed her life. *Oh suck it up, go buy a dog and get over it.* Her head shot up to find the source of the voice but found nobody in the room. "Hello?" she called out timidly, "is anyone there?" *I'm right here stupid.* She continued to look but found nothing, and began wondering if she was developing schizophrenia, she had seen that in a movie, beautiful... something or other. *No your not going crazy, dear god, he said you wouldn't forget.* She was starting to get very afraid now, not sure how to react to the woman's voice that seemed to be coming from nowhere. "Who… who are you, and where are you?" *Oh dear lord, you really have forgotten, old man messed up again...*, the voice sighed. *My name is lady Morgan Le Fay, and I'm inside your mind.*