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Post by morg on Nov 8, 2012 20:35:58 GMT -5
Tagged: Merlin Timeline: Season 2, Episode 12 (The Fires of Idirsholas) Location: Uther's Chambers (but we will be moving) Notes: Arthur is also welcome to join this thread, as he would be part of this as well. The idea here is to intersperse scenes from the episode (including actual dialogue) with the thoughts we imagine were going through their heads at the time, and hopefully expanding on those scenes with other scenes that might have happened off-screen. The aim is to keep it as true to the episode as possible.
Morgana stared down at Uther's sleeping form, now propped against the pillows on his bed. She held the sword Arthur had given her in her hands, ready to strike if necessary. It was strange; only yesterday (was it yesterday?) Morgana had wanted Uther dead. If she was honest, she still did. But now she was standing guard over his unconscious body, protecting him while he was utterly helpless. It would have been so easy to strike him down right now, to run him through while he slept. But she was terrified.
It had been a very strange day for her and she was still trying to take it all in. She had slept so well, and dreamed of meeting with Morgause. In her dream, Morgause had mentioned a plan to get revenge on Uther and said Morgana could help. But she hadn't said how, and the next thing Morgana had remembered was waking up in her own bed. So it must have been a dream.
But then Gwen started to get sleepy. Everyone, everywhere she went, became afflicted and then dropped off to sleep. At first it was strange, but then it became frightening. She didn't know what was happening or why, and she'd hidden in her chamber, wondering when it would happen to her. Only it never did, and she had no idea why.
The only explanation she could think of was that it must have been because she had magic. Her magic must have protected her somehow. Now the city was under attack. Arthur seemed to think that Morgause was involved. If he was right, did that mean her dream had been real? or was it somehow one of her prophetic dreams? She was still wearing her bracelet, and she hadn't had a nightmare in ages. And it didn't feel like one of her nightmares, and it hadn't woken her or frightened her as it usually did. So what was it?
And if it hadn't been a dream, was this the plan she had mentioned? Was there something Morgana was supposed to be doing? It was all so confusing, and Morgana wasn't sure she wanted to be involved in this. She only wanted revenge against Uther. Not against Gwen, or Gaius, or any of the knights. Even Arthur and Merlin seemed to be feeling the effects of the strange sickness. Morgana didn't want them to suffer. They were her friends.
Maybe she could end this all right now. Just take her chance and kill Uther right now...
Morgana was shaken from these thoughts by a sound in the hallway. She raised the sword and turned toward the door. "Who's there?" she called as the door handle began to jiggle.
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Post by merlinus on Mar 8, 2013 2:07:22 GMT -5
He had never seen anything like it. As Merlin raced through the castle, on order of the King, the thoughts running through his head conveyed the utter panic he felt. He was desperate to end this, but his mind was in utter conflict - the young warlock had never before felt his burden of protecting Arthur weighing so heavily upon his shoulders. Merlin shook his head; his main thoughts were for Arthur, who was about to battle the Knights... and possibly die. His heart beat quickly in his chest against his wishes for it to calm as the warlock moved through the abnormally silent castle; so quiet that he could hear his own breathing as he trod through the well-known halls.
He skidded into the hallway that the King's chambers were connected to, his breath coming out harried as he entered the room, swallowing heavily as he saw Morgana with the sword. "How is the King?" He asked, shakily. No matter what he thought of Uther, the man was the father of his best friend, and thus, important in Merlin's eyes, too.
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Post by morg on Mar 11, 2013 21:58:34 GMT -5
Morgana lowered the sword as Merlin entered the room. She was still shaking a little, but it was comforting to see a familiar face.
She glanced over at Uther when Merlin asked about him. Although Arthur had told her to protect him, she actually hadn't been paying much attention to the king himself, except to think about killing him. It was a good thing Merlin couldn't read her thoughts, because he might not have been so friendly towards her if he knew about her murderous thoughts. But then, she hadn't carried through with them, either, so that had to say something about her.
"He's still breathing," she replied, confirming for herself the motion of his chest rising and falling. "But he's also still sleeping."
Sighing softly, she sank down on the edge of the bed and buried her face in her hands for a long moment. She honestly had never been so frightened in all her life. Everyone she cared about--Arthur and Merlin and Gwen--was in danger. She could tell by the beads of sweat on Merlin's forehead that the sickness was starting to take effect on him as well. What if she was the only person left alive in Camelot? Why was she the only one not affected?
"Merlin?" she asked in a tiny voice. "Why is this happening? What's causing it and why am I the only one not affected? Do you really think... if my magic is protecting me... maybe I'm the only one who can stop it and I don't know how?"
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Post by merlinus on Mar 14, 2013 19:06:24 GMT -5
Merlin swallowed as he glanced over at Morgana, his heart beating fast. She honestly looked as though she was scared; but was it all an act? He couldn't be sure. He couldn't understand how someone who had been so kind and caring; someone who he had trusted as a friend, and helped in the past, could become... this. To take Camelot apart from the inside out; was that what Morgana wanted? Merlin had been desperate to confide in her regarding his gift, so he could show her just how much he understood, but had resisted; and now he was glad. Goodness knows what the woman would do with such information.
Looking up at her words, Merlin had to swallow back the vomit that was rising inside. He knew why... he truly did. But... he couldnt' tell her. And now she was asking him what he wished she wouldn't if she could stop it somehow, if she could use magic to stop it. The warlock was desperate to believe there was goodness in Morgana yet, but who knew? He had been proven wrong in his judgement before, and now he was teetering on the edge. "I don't know," he replied, honestly, swallowing. "I don't know, Morgana. All I know is..." he faltered, shaking his head. "Camelot will fall if something isn't done soon."
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Post by morg on Mar 17, 2013 21:36:46 GMT -5
The sad thing was, Morgana really didn't know what was going on. Her fear and confusion weren't an act.
Yes, she vaguely remembered meeting Morgause in the woods. She remembered telling her sister that she wanted Uther dead... that she would do anything to make that happen. She'd thought it, anyway... and she meant it. But everything after that became hazy, so much so that she wasn't sure if she'd actually met Morgause in the woods and spoken those words... or if it was just one of her dreams. It didn't feel like a dream... or at least, not like the ones she usually had. She would always wake suddenly from those dreams, bathed in sweat and shaking wildly. But this morning she had awakened feeling oddly... refreshed.
Now Morgause was supposedly attacking the city, and Morgana didn't understand what she was supposed to do. She was loyal to her sister, of course, and she did want Uther dead... but she didn't want anyone else to be hurt. This wasn't what she had wanted at all, and Morgana felt like everything was spinning wildly out of control. Was it any wonder she was terrified?
She felt tears burning at her eyes, and she wiped at them in frustration. This was no time for tears... Merlin was right. Something had to be done. If only she had some idea what. If she could talk to Morgause... maybe she could tell her what to do. But what if Morgause had betrayed her, and she was just as doomed as averyone else in Camelot?
Looking up at Merlin, she wondered if she should tell him about meeting Morgause in the woods. Or dreaming about meeting Morgause in the woods. Would he judge her? Would he hate her? Or would he understand and help her?
"I'm scared, Merlin," was all she said.
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Post by merlinus on Apr 1, 2013 8:16:08 GMT -5
She was scared... so was he, truth be told. Terrified. Heart-sick... yearning for the life he had once had in Ealdor, away from Kings and women who may or may not bring about the end of a Kingdom... away from all this deceit. But now he was here, in Ealdor - and Merlin knew that he could never, with any face of conscious, leave Arthur's side. The man had become a brother of heart; a soul in kind. There was a firm bond of trust there; no matter how Arthur sometimes tried to deny it... and Merlin would willingly give his life for the Prince.
But now, it was someone else's life that should be taken. A woman who had lied, who was possibly still lying... a woman who Merlin had almost trusted with everything. Could Morgana be trusted? Had it all been lies? And what of Morgause? His head was spinning; he couldn't think properly, but he knew that if something wasn't done soon, the whole Kingdom would suffer. Merlin swallowed, feeling the beginnings of a headache, and trying to ignore it. Somewhere out there, Arthur was possibly fighting for his life... and he was here, alone, with Morgana. But what path should he choose? He honestly hadn't a clue.
He turned to face her, his eyes speaking of the inner turmoil. "Morgana..." he paused. "If we can find out how this began, if we can... find a way to stop all this... then Camelot might yet be saved." He was trying; trying so desperately to give her a chance, to get her to tell him everything. To prove that she wasn't the backstabber he was beginning to feel she was. [Morgana, I'm sorry this took a while to reply to!!]
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Post by morg on Apr 4, 2013 21:19:22 GMT -5
Morgana had the very strange feeling that Merlin was trying to get something out of her... like there was something she was supposed to say that would solve everything. But she didn't have any more answers than he did. Maybe he knew about Morgause? But Morgana wasn't even sure that her meeting with Morgause had actually happened. She didn't remember anything after Morgause telling her that she could help with her plan. She didn't remember hearing the plan, or how she could help. She didn't even remember walking back to the castle. She had simply awakened in her bed as if she had been there all along. How could Merlin possibly know about that if she didn't even know for sure what had really happened?
"I-I don't know what else to tell you," she said shakily. "I woke up this morning and everyone around me seemed to be getting ill. I don't know what caused it. If I did, I swear I would tell you. I don't want anyone to get hurt."
Except for Uther, she thought to herself, glancing over at the king's sleeping form. Her anger towards him had not faded, and she still longed to be rid of him. But this was not how she wanted it. He was the only one who was supposed to die.
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Post by merlinus on Jun 21, 2013 5:58:18 GMT -5
Merlin shook his head, disappointment and desperation echoing in his features. "You know something, Morgana. Please. You once called yourself our friend; what's changed? The whole of Camelot will die if you do not tell me what you did!" Well, there went any amount of subtleties. He had meant to gently coax the information out of her, but... well, Arthur's life was in the balance. There was nothing Merlin would not do to protect that.
"Please, Morgana." He whispered. "Please tell me."
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