Finale Truths {Morgause}

[merlinus]

Shuffling through the forest, Merlin cast his eyes about with distrust, heart thumping. He couldn't trust Morgause to know his true identity, and whilst there was a possibility that she would kill him, or at least, that she would try, he had to be confident that he could still practice magic enough to defend himself... no matter how powerful she was.

Watching Arthur nearly destroy his father through what he had learned had been terrifying. For a moment, Merlin had wanted to let him, wanted to allow Uther to die... but then, in that moment, had come the realisation that, if he had committed murder - if Arthur had killed his own father... the Prince woudl never be the same again, and might never want to be King, might never want peace. It was a horrible decision, but Merlin felt at peace with it. He did not, however, feel happy with how Morgause had acted thorughout the issue. What had been her motives? Had she, really, wanted Uther dead? Why? And why put that horrendous task upon Arthur, of all people?

He had so many views on Morgause - he wasn't entirely sure which was true. And it was definately time for answers, for he had enough enemies as it was.

Entering the very place where had originally met Morgause with Arthur, Merlin took a slow breath, and held his head high, voie ringing out as he spoke. "Morgause!" he shouted, voice bouncing around the Castle walls. "We need to talk, please!"

Timeline: After 'The sins of the father'
Location: Woods, forests, and Rivers
Tag: Morgause

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"And what, pray, would you like to speak about?"

The priestess emerged from the shadows, a slightly bored expression on her face. She was still clothed in her red gown, a much more comfortable ensemble to wear. Chain mail was heavy, and she often grew tired of it. She was very confident that nothing this little serving boy could do would leave even a nick, and she did not care. She had been watching the servant for some time, curiously watching. You see, but you do not observe, Nimueh would scold.

There was definitely something about the boy. However, until she discovered the truth, she would not treat him as anything other than the dirt beneath her feet.

She narrowed her eyes at the boy and readied her spells in her head, organizing them so they would annihilate him at a moment's notice. "Speak quickly, boy. What is it you wish to learn?"

[merlinus]

Merlin looked up as Morgause emerged, swallowing hard for a moment before finding his courage. Despite his own power, he knew that Morgause was indeed very powerful herself - how else would she have managed to conjour Arthur's mother from the dead? Still, though, he was wary. From experience so far, it seemed to be that most powerful sorcerers seemed to loathe him... so hopefully Morgause did not yet know his true identity.

If he had his way, she never would.

Lifting his head to meet her eyes, Merlin barely flinched at the narrowed look in her eyes. "What did you gain from summoning Arthur's mother from the grave?" he asked softly, calmly. "Did you intend for the Prince to attack his father, did you know that Uther used magic to impregnate the Queen?" he paused. "If your intent was to bring magic back to Camelot, my Lady, I think that you have severly misjudged the Royal family, and Arthur."