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Morgana couldn't believe they were finally here. After years of planning and working, and saving, they had finally moved out and away from their terrible house.
Finally gotten away from the fear and hatred that was there father, to a magical sanctuary.
She still couldn't fully believe that her brother had given up everything to get her out, to get them both out.
Morgana was born with magic, in a world that still didn't understand it. For many centuries it was but folklore, and myths. Whispers and tall tales about fairies, and witches, dragons, and sorcery.
But just that myths, and legend. Yet at the turn of the millennial magic jumped out of the storybooks and revealed itself as true.
Now all around the world there were small sanctuaries, little communities where those who practice magic, or had the gift could go to be surrounded by those like them in safety.
Getting there though was hard, and often expensive, although there were charities that helped abused and endangered magic folk to get to one of these villages, that had not been an option to Morgana and Arthur.
They knew their father would find out, so they had needed a proper plan, because once they pulled the shoot that was it, they would be gone.
Yet here they stood now, unloading their boxes into their new flat in the downtown of the magical village of Ealdor, on the west coast of Cymru.
Far away from their old home in London safe, together, and happy.
"Hey Gana, I'm going to head out to pick up the takeaway, you'll be alright here for a bit right?" asked her younger brother Arthur.
"Yes, yes now go get the food, I'm starving after all that unloading," she ordered jokingly.
"If only you were a kitchen/hearth witch, then you could just conjure up some food for us," teased Arthur, as he stepped out the front door.
Morgana rolled her eyes, it was surprising how much Arthur had throw himself into learning about magic archetypes, history, and mythology since they started planning their move here.
He really had supported her through it all. She didn't know where she'd be without him, but she was grateful she didn't have to imagine that life.
She continued opening up a few more boxes, getting out the few bits of kitchenware, and cutlery that they would need to for eating their supper, when she heard a knock at the front door.
"Back, already," Morgana laughed, as she opened the door, and a beautiful young woman stood in front of her doorstep.
She wore, a long flowing skirt with colourful embroidery, and a soft purple blouse with a light cream shawl around her shoulders and in her hands was two large cookie tins.
"Sorry, um I thought you were my brother, he went to go pick up our dinner, we just moved in here and haven't fully unpacked," she rambled her mind taken hold of by the stunning woman standing in front of her.
"Oh, no worries, I'm sure you weren't expecting any company, since you've only just moved here, but I wanted to introduced myself. My name is Guinevere, but everyone calls me Gwen, I'm one of your upper flat neighbours, and the person who shares the back garden with you," said Gwen warmly, placing the tins underneath her right arm and holding out her hand brightly.
"Oh, well, lovely to meet you Miss Gwen," she said shaking her soft hand gently.
"It's nice to meet you, my roommate, my brother as you heard he's just out at the moment, is there anything I can do for you?" she asked.
"Oh no, it's what I wanted to do for you two, I brought you welcome cookies, nothing like a nice home baked treat to bring in some warmth and prosperity to your new home! Baked em myself, me and my roommate, well he's not just my roommate he's my best friend, he's lovely, he's just watching our current foster dragon, yeah, she's feeling a little poorly right now, otherwise he would've come too, and now I realize I'm just rambling on," Gwen chuckled and stopped.
"May I ask, you're um, you're a witch right?" Morgana stuttered out, "Sorry, I really don't know what I'm doing, is that rude? I really didn't mean it to be rude, I'm just so new to the magical community at all never mind moving here here-"
"Hey, it's okay, you're fine, just breath" said Gwen kindly, "I'm a witch, I predominately practice kitchen/hearth witchcraft. I've had the gift since birth, but you should meet Merlin, my roommate/best friend, he is one of the most powerful sorcerer's I've ever met. So you're new to magic?"
"Oh, yes well my father he… um well he isn't' a fan per say, so my brother and I saved up to move here, so I could find people like me and understand my own magic," she explained nervously.
"Say no more, there's lots of lovely people here who came from similar backgrounds to you. You and your brother will be very welcome here, in fact I should give you my house phone, since most folks don't have iphones here, but we have a landline that you can call, although you're always welcome to just pop on in, you or your brother," said Gwen, as a little piece of card popped out from her skirt pocket landing on top of the tray with a number, and information on it.
Morgana looked down reading the card, it said, Coedwig & Cartref ~ Hud Nwyddau, and had three numbers on it.
"What does that mean? I'm not very familiar with Cymraeg yet, though I have been trying my best to learn it," said Morgana eagerly.
"Oh, yes of course, it means 'Forest and Home ~ Magic Goods' it's my friend and I's store, we sell a whole plethora of things there, but our home phone number is also on there, I just magicked it into my pocket. Anyways, I'm not sure, how much you'll be in our shared garden, but I am there constantly, I grow a lot of different plants for a variety of reasons, so you'll probably see me out there often, through the kitchen window. But Merlin and I'd be happy to have the company or if you need someone to show you guys around the village, Merlin has lived here his whole life," Gwen said cheerfully.
"His whole life? Wait Merlin, as in Merlin Emrys? As in the son of Balinor and Hunith Emrys the creators of this sanctuary?" Morgana asked her eyes widening.
"Oh yes, yes that would be him, but really he's just Merlin, he's incredibly powerful yes, but also incredibly kind, he's my dearest friend, and a genuinely really great person," explained Gwen.
Morgana smiled, she felt more comfortable knowing that this Merlin's praises were being sung by the lovely Guinevere. Though she had a feeling Gwen had nice things to say about anyone, she was sure that she wouldn't room with an arse.
"Anyways, I suppose, I should leave you be with these baked goods! I hope that you'll enjoy them, and hopefully we'll see you soon?" Gwen asked warmly with a bright smile.
"Yes, yes that would be lovely," Morgana stammered in return, carefully taking the two tins of baked goods.
"Lovely, well have a nice night Morgana, and please feel free to come by anytime, or ring if you need a guide around the village! Nos Da Morgana!" said Gwen as she swept back up the stairs waving cutely.
Morgana closed the door over, placing the cookie tins down on the kitchen counter.
She sighed, what a lovely and beautiful neighbour, seems like she really lucked out in the neighbour department. Though she wondered how Merlin, the son of the creators of the village ended up rooming with her, she bet there was an interesting story there.
"I'm back 'Gana, and I bring sustenance!" bellowed her brother as he opened the door and brought in their supper.
"Where'd these come from?" Arthur asked as he placed the take out bag on the wood counter.
"Oh, the upstairs neighbour came by, she wanted to welcome us into the village," Morgana said her face blushing lightly.
"First day here and you're already making friends see I told you that moving here was the right thing!" Arthur said with a smile.
"Yes, yes you were right as you always are," she snarked at her little brother, but honestly she couldn't be happier about the future that they held in their wonderful new home.