Alator is captured

A figure desperately runs for his life through the thick undergrowth of the Darkling woods...

Morgana strides calmly through the trees, she catches a glimpse of the figure up ahead, smiles - she's enjoying this game of cat and mouse. Her eyes flash as she mutters a spell. There's a thunderous echo as the forest lights up with an intense light; the panting figure falls. She watches him try to get up but it's too much - he slumps down. Two saxons yank the figure to his feet, forcing him up to face their mistress. We take in his features for the first time - the muscles, the tattooed neck... it's Alator.