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Is it true?

And how was your evening?

They cannot do this! It's beyond unfair.

It's already done.

Ignorant bastards.

- Language, Helen.
- You brought the Royal College

out of the Dark Ages.

Sanitation reforms,
treatments for smallpox,

cholera. Those were all your incentives.

You can't be surprised.

They've been trying to rescind
my membership for a decade now.

It only took this long
because they lack imagination.

What is it?

Like father, like daughter I suppose.

- Helen, I'm so sorry.
- I had the highest possible marks

in the entrance exam,

and yet they've rejected me again.

You already know more than
the doctors who wrote the exam.

I cannot legally practise medicine

anywhere without a degree
from the London School.

There's not a hospital
or clinic in Europe that would hire me.

This is my third rejection.
I can't take the exam again.

Because you're a Magnus.

I do not accept this, Father!

I will not settle for a life
of mediocrity and subjugation!

I want more.

Teach me.

My...

private research is...

unorthodox, Helen.

It is not to be entered into lightly.

Nor with anger.

You are the most talented
medical reasearcher I have ever known.

And yet you keep your most
important work hidden from the world,

from me.

If you truly believe that
I have potential, Father, please,

help me achieve it.

Once you enter this door

you are on a path
that cannot be reversed.

The Projet-SG Team
presents:

Sanctuary Webisode 06
v. 1.0

Timing : Golgi, Linwelin.

Transcript : Egwene,
Linwelin, Seiyatheleaper.

Edition : Golgi, Linwelin.

Proofreading : Golgi, Egwene, Linwelin.

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It's as though this is all a dream

and when we wake up everything
will be the same as it was before.

Why is nothing familiar to us?

This building, these clothes,

and these rooms
are all warm without fire,

the light is unchanging with the day.

It's a lot to digest, Caird.

I see myself in the mirror and

I recognize my face.

I know Tatha and Danu but

the person I thought I was...

You're telling me
there is no village, no sickness.

The little I can remember is false.

How can we all not feel completely lost?

Danu has told us that you insist
there were no magics involved,

that what we suffer is simply a malady.

It's more of an emotional shield.

We found you in a crypt
surrounded by monsters,

it's normal for the human psyche
to put itself in a safe mode.

We want to accept
your diagnosis, Doctor.

And we are grateful for all
that you've done.

- It's just...
- Still not buying it.

The clinical term
is Schizo-affective Disorder,

it's a delusional state stemming
from acute post traumatic stress.

People have awoken from comas
thinking that they were...

royalty, that they were aliens
from another planet,

even people with super powers.

But we are all three suffering
from the same disorder,

- how is that possible?
- Delusional behaviour

occuring virally in groups
is rare, but it's not undocumented,

particularly amongst siblings.

Look,

let me put it this way.

If you really were 1200 years old,

then there's no way I would understand
anything you're saying right now.

How do you explain that?

There is no logical or physical way
that your memories can be real,

the sooner you accept that,

the sooner we can continue
to make progress.

Because the truth will out eventually.

It always does.

Excellent timing, I'm starved.

- They raise my hackles.
- In a good way?

You know there is no good way.

- Progress?
- Nothing concrete.

Base physiology is essentially human.

The DNA scans indicate significant
mutations to key chromosomes,

likely resulting in
increased adrenal production,

heightened strength and reflexes,

as well as this lovely appearance.

All in all, be glad you missed it.

I am not.

You were recuperating, we managed.

You were lucky,

and I am fine now.

I'll be the judge of that.

Yes, Doctor.

Now,

what remains to be determined is
whether our friend's genetic

mutation is accidental in nature,

or by design.

- You think someone made him?
- I think,

there are a lot of unanswered
questions about these creatures,

including

the significance of this.

From his right hand, index finger.

It is old,

- very old.
- That's what I thought.

Which is why I'll be needing a ride
later tonight.

Where are we going?

To see if your hackles are right.

I want you to concentrate

on the sound of my voice.

I'm goint to count backwards from five,

four, three, two, one.

Danu, can you hear me?

Yes.

I want you to go back

to the last thing you remember
before you woke up here.

The creatures.

They're too strong.

We can't escape.

Why are they doing this?

We've done nothing wrong.

They're making us drink something.

We can't move.

Darkness.

I want you to go back further,

find a memory of something that
happened before the creatures took you.

Moonlight.

It's cold.

I'm in a field.

I can sense the dead.

Their souls extinguished.

Only we remain.

They're not nightmares.

That field.

All the dead.

We were actually there that night.

It's more than that.

We were the reason.

Doctor, your message was
very intriguing, you never disappoint.

I see you've cleaned up
since I was here last.

Oh, I know, it's so austere
and uninviting, I deplore it.

But when one's life is centred
around a cruel irony,

one has to make a few concessions.

This way.

After you.

Thank you.

Paintings and moisture
are mortal enemies.

Sadly I need both to survive.

Now let me take a look at your precious
little bauble and we can get started.

Oh, this is interesting.

Wherever did you find it?

Scotland,

on a mutated human
guarding an ancient crypt.

Scotland, you say? Curiouser!

Ring any bells?

Plenty of them.

Just a question of deciding
which ones to listen to.

The design is at least
a thousand years old,

predating the Norman conquest I'd wager.

I know I've definitely seen
something like it before.

Yes.

Ringing bells, ringing bells.

Ding dong.

And voil�.

5th century tapestry reproduction.

Now, what are they being offered here?

- Blood of Christ?
- Oh please!

Nothing so clich�!

No, this design is a symbol
of the Cabalis Nocturnum,

a quaint little subsect
of Romano-British knights

from the early Middle Ages,

charged with protecting the world
from dark influences, I believe.

These warriors likely drank
from the chalice

as a gesture of loyalty
and faith to the cause.

And who's the man offering it to them?
A priest?

Bigger.

Think the most powerful man in Britain
at the time. Hint - not King Arthur.

Merlin.

These knights were probably
rejects from Arthur's court,

desperate to prove themselves worthy.

They accepted a hideous task,

fighting the dark forces
unleashed by Merlin's nemesis,

Morgan LeFay,

evil sorceress,

avowed enemy of Arthur,

all around mean spirited bitch.

And...

who are they?

Those would be the Morrigan,

emissaries created by Morgan
to wreak havock against Arthur's armies,

the very embodiment
of her hellish powers.

Legend has it their
very presence on the battlefield

would steal the souls
of Arthur's soldiers.

They've popped up in literature
throughout the ages,

most notably as a the trio
of hags in Macbeth.

You know, boil, boil toil and all that.

So the Morrigan were witches.

No, love,

they were The witches.

Easy, Steve. Easy.

Ladies?

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