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Morgana has ridden her black stallion into a beautiful glade; her eyes burn a dark magical amber as she utters an ancient spell... seemingly enchanting the ground itself. Meanwhile, Gwen and a party of Knights are making their way through a wooded vale on horseback towards the same glade. Suddenly Sir Leon’s horse rears violently and he crashes to the ground. As he looks down he sees a livid, green snake rising from the grass.

The deadly snakes are everywhere – spitting and hissing until the terrified horses unsaddle the remaining Knights.

Gwen has no choice but to spur her mount on and gallop away across the glade... straight into the path of Morgana.