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Post by mysery on Jul 21, 2011 4:47:17 GMT -5
I know!! I've been gushing over it for a few days now! Ahhh cannot wait for the new series to start!
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Post by mysery on Jul 6, 2011 11:38:14 GMT -5
 "Not at all," Morgana replied, her smile still in place as Sir Lancelot bowed and kissed her hand. The congratulations were far less than he deserved for his accomplishment. True, that while Arthur was a well trained swordsman, Morgana would never admit that out loud for fear of the Prince's head swelling up, he knew how to choose men befitting the title of knight. Sir Lancelot's choosing though, Morgana was even more intrigued by. Her smile widened a fraction as she spied the slightly darker shade Lancelot's skin had taken on. It was nice to see a man could still blush. Most of the other knights payed respect to her, as was expected of them, but she didn't miss the way some of them puffed up afterwards. Humility was a rather endearing trait.
"But I must ask Sir Lancelot," the Lady spoke, holding aside the goblet in her hand as a servant passed by to fill it. She glanced at the servant with a smile and a word of thanks before gesturing for the newest knights to be refilled also. "This celebration is for you and yet here you are on your own," Morgana continued. "Do not tell me that Prince Arthur is neglecting his newest knight, or I may have to go and have words with him." It was all in jest, yes. She had seen Arthur sitting and talking with Lancelot earlier in the evening and she knew Arthur would have at the very least congratulated the new knight on his achievement. Sipping from her goblet, Morgana claimed one of the seats beside Lancelot, and looked around before chuckling.
"Tell me. Is what I have heard true, Sir Lancelot? Did you indeed best Arthur in his trial?" she inquired, rather interested in the answer. After all, it wasn't every day a knight came along that had bested Arthur in his oh so important minute of combat. "I must say I was rather impressed to hear he had been knocked on his royal behind."
It had to happen though. Morgana herself had bested the Prince a few times, but of course Arthur protested that he merely let her win. Which was even more humiliating for him in her mind. That he had to say that only after he'd been beaten. An excuse if ever she had heard one.
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Setting: Camelot Castle - The Great Hall
Tag: Lancelot
Timeline: During the Celebration in 'Lancelot'
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Post by mysery on Jul 6, 2011 6:33:48 GMT -5
It didn't take a genius to determine why Arthur was going with her to see the King. Even if he wasnt afraid of his father and what he'd make him do, Morgana still wanted it done to him. Call it petty but she was annoyed, upset and angry at Arthur. She just wanted something done. And later, when he was least suspecting it, she'd do something absolutely horrible to make up for the curteous way he had treated her so far. Why Arthur had to be such an annoying, spoilt brat she didn't know. And he was. He behaved as if he were entitled to anything and everything he wanted and Morgana hated it. Being a Prince wasn't everything. Ignoring Arthur as he followed her from the room, Morgana continued on her way. All would have been fine if he had just not gotten Sir Gregory involved.
Morgana did not miss he pause of the guard, or Arthur's gloating behind her. She could all but feel it like a tangible smell on the air. But she refrained from snapping at Sir Gregory. After all, it wasn't his fault. It was the spore of a prince behind her that deserved her ire, not the innocent guard. At least he had the decency to not point it out to her. Lifting her chin, Morgana smiled. "Sir Gregory," she said in acknowledgement as he stepped aside for them to pass. She then continued on, debating her next move. Oh yes she would tell the King about this, but Arthur clearly didn't care.
As their walk continued, Morgana glanced to her side and an idea popped into her mind. Her annoyance at Arthur mostly fuelled it, but what the heck. She was sick of him and his teasing and she just wanted to be rid of him for heavens sake. So, as they walked, Morgana sighed. It was now or never and no matter how much she wanted him to suffer for his teasing, right now she just wanted him gone. So be it.
She would probably get into trouble for it, but Morgana was beyong caring right now. As they turned a corner into another hallway, she stepped to the side and pulled, hard, on the tapestry that hung there so that it feel right on top of Arthur when he buckled. Not waiting to see if her handywork had done as he was supposed to, she took off running.
Her slippers were flat and, despite her dress, Morgana could run.
Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers
Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
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Post by mysery on Jun 30, 2011 0:44:53 GMT -5
Just another new shot of Morgana in her evil new dress! This one is a bit more of a close up so you can see a bit more detail on the dress. And, this may be me reaching, but the background looks like Camelot! Maybe the evil witch will be returning home for a bit?!
Sooo looking forward to this next series!!
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Post by mysery on Jun 29, 2011 8:16:56 GMT -5
 She hadn't been sleeping all that well. Nightmares that she could never remember once she woke kept her terrified even though the memory of them was hazy and fleeting. So, without anyone's knowledge, the young Lady of Camelot had taken to visiting the horses at night. She sat with them for hours sometimes, just brushing their manes and allowing her mind to wander to anything and everything. And she usually found she slept a little better when she'd spent some time in the stables. Nobody knew about her nighttime visits, not even Guinevère who was perhaps her closest friend.
It was on one of these nighttime visits that Morgana found herself in one of the stalls, brushing one of the horses, when a noise interrupted her. Frowning, she looked out to see Arthur's manservant preparing his horse. What was going on? She knew it was his duty to brush Arthur's horse, but he should have been in bed by now, just like she should. Putting aside her own brush, Morgana watched him discreetly. So focused on his task he was that he failed to even notice her there. How odd. All of it became clear though when Arthur came striding into the stables.
He was sneaking out, the little rebel!
Morgana narrowed her eyes. For years now she and Arthur had spent most of their time devising ways to one up the other or get the better of them. Personally for her it had all started with the eyebrow incident when she was twelve. She believed Arthur just hated her because she was always right. So to have busted him, even inadvertadely, sneaking out? Oh this was too good an opportunity to pass up. Once he was saddled and gone, the manservant all but ran from the stables. Quickly preparing her own horse, Morgana pulled her hood up and followed.
She didn't get too close to Arthur, getting caught would be stupid, but she wanted to know where he was sneaking off to. And if it was of any use to her as far as blackmail material went. Further and further into the woods they went and Morgana seriously considered for a moment just turning around and going back. The sneaking out was enough to blackmail him with anyway.
Just as she contemplated turning her horse around, suddenly something tugged on her cloak hard and yanked her down off her horse. Morgana hit the ground hard and it took her a moment to realise it was a man that had pulled her down. More than one actually. Fear made her stomach clench when they grabbed for her, but before she could scream, surely Arthur would hear her, they covered her mouth and bound her hands. She couldn't deny she was terrified of what they would do to her. They didn't do anything though, just marched her through the trees for a bit before two of them stopped with her and the others kept going. Just through the trees she could see Arthur with his horse. She wanted to run to him, but the two thugs kept a tight grip on her arms and mouth, preventing her from doing so as he was surrounded.
"Come along quietly now little Princeling," the leader, or at least she assumed him to be, sneered at Arthur. Morgana knew he wouldn't. It wasn't in Arthur's nature to surrender easily. It wasn't until the two men hauled her out into the small clearing and the leader produced a dagger that she understood. "You wouldn't want the death of the Lady Morgana on your head now would you?"
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Setting: Deep in the woods of Camelot
Tiimeline: When Morgana is about 16 years old
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
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Post by mysery on Jun 29, 2011 6:56:21 GMT -5
Morgana was fuming! For a few minutes it seemed as if she had indeed shut him up, but no! The.... the.... gah she couldn't even think of a nasty enough word to describe Arthur right now! He was insensitive and a jerk and how she hated him right now! That was the problem with anger. Once it reached a certain point, she couldn't help getting upset. And she was getting to that point because Arthur was relentless and he just wouldn't leave her alone! She knew what she looked like, she knew she was weird looking, but he had to keep reminding her!
She put the brush down on her vanity and looked down at it, feeling the tears threatening to choke her. She wouldn't let him see them. She just wouldnt! Maybe she could go and see Gaius. He had been upset with her, but a few days had passed. Surely he wouldn't be mad at her now? And he was always nice to her in the past. She could use some nice right now. That meant leaving her room though. Well at the moment that didn't seem like that bad an idea. Arthur was here and he refused to leave, and he had already proved he could be crueler than anyone else she knew of in Camelot.
Considering her options for a moment, Morgana remembered the King. She could go to King Uther and tell him how mean Arthur was being. Surely he would be nice to her and make Arthur stop. She could stay with him and she doubted Arthur would try anything in front of his father. Mind made up, she turned back around, no longer caring if she was crying or not. She was going to tell his father what he'd done.
"Since you won't leave, I will!" she stated haughtily, walking towards the door and opening it. "Lets see how if the King thinks I should be made fun of," she added, stalking out of the room, the trail of her dress following along behind her.
Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers
Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
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Post by mysery on Jun 28, 2011 11:51:13 GMT -5
The celebration, though hastily put together, was elaborate. Perhaps not as refined and elaborate as the celebrations held by Camelot for political reasons to curry favour or for someone to pay respect to the kingdom, but impressive and jovial nonetheless. And why shouldn't it be, Morgana considered. They were welcoming a new addition to the Knights of Camelot, one that had, according her to very reliable sources, dropped the royal Prince Arthur on his royal backside in that one minute of combat he subjected all the new recruits to in order to assess their worthiness. Personally Morgana was annoyed she missed it, seeing Arthur getting knocked on his behind never got old, but she had resolved that she needed to meet the one that had done it. Even if it was only to thank him.
Regardless of that resolve, Morgana would be present at the celebration just as she had been for the knighting itself. Without a Queen, or even a Princess, Camelot had no first Lady to stand up at these occassions. Being Uther's ward meant Morgana was as close to either of those as the kingdom had, and, as such, it was her responsibility to fill that role until someone else came along to do so. No matter what skewed ideas Uther may harbor, she was never going to be that person. Uther was unlikely to remarry, so it was left to Arthur's Queen. She could never be that, nor would she want to be. Arthur was like a brother to her, they had been raised together. It would be....awkward to say the least and, knowing Arthur, they'd both rather live in the stocks than go through with that.
But until that time, it was her duty, and Morgana lifted the goblet in her hand to her lips as she surveyed the gathered crowd. She'd seen snatches of Arthur and Uther amongst the group every now and then, but neither of them was her target at the moment. The knight, Sir Lancelot, was her quarry.
Finally spotting him off to the side, Morgana took one last drink of the liquid before she put the goblet aside and weaved her way through the people to approach him. Lancelot was attractive, some of the knights were, but Morgana knew she intimidated a lot of the knights and they were frightened of her. She liked to think it was herself alone, but she wasn't a fool. The knowledge that anyone who messed with her would be thorougly dealt with by both the King and Prince meant the ones she didnt scare off generally ran for the hills at that obstacle. Bringing herself back to the present, she finally reached Camelot's newest knight.
"Congratulations are in order tonight Sir Lancelot," she said with a genuine smile. "Welcome to the Knights of Camelot."
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Setting: Camelot Castle - The Great Hall
Tag: Lancelot
Timeline: During the Celebration in 'Lancelot'
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Post by mysery on Jun 28, 2011 10:57:28 GMT -5
 Morgana hadn't meant to snap at Merlin like she had, he had been nothing but helpful to her after all and she really did appreciate that with everything that had been going on. She sighed and ran one of her hands through her hair before she lowered. "I honestly dont know," she confessed. What could she do? She could pray as hard as she could that whatever this was would go away, that she would return to being normal, but something told her that wouldn't do anything.
As a Lady, perhaps she should have considered what she was doing. Sitting at this table, across from Merlin, who was a servant, and baring what she was feeling and thinking as honestly as if it were her best friend. Morgana honestly didn't care. Servant or not, Merlin and Gaius were the only ones who knew anything about what she was going to. They were the only form of comfort she had at the moment.
"I dont want to force any of this burden onto you or Gaius, Merlin," she began, choosing her words carefully. "But I would appreciate it immensely if you could keep this whole affair with my dreams to yourselves for now. Maybe you are right and with time it will work itself out, but I do not want to worry Arthur or Uther with it until it becomes absolutely necessary."
Which, if her vague suspicions were ever proven correct, it never would.
If this indeed revealed itself to be magic.... Uther could never know. Morgana trusted Arthur with her life, and she wanted to think he would never turn her in to his father if she were to reveal this to him, but her fear of everything at the moment ensured that even that faith was shaken. Uther's stance on magic was clear. He'd tried to execute a boy simply for being a child who could do magic. What would he do to her, his beloved and trusted ward? He wouldn't see it as something she couldn't control. He would think she had betrayed him and have her burnt at the stake!
Supressing a small shudder of fear, Morgana looked to Merlin.
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Setting: Camelot Castle - The Physician's Chambers
Tag: Merlin
Timeline: In the aftermath of 'Le Morte De Arthur'
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Post by mysery on Jun 28, 2011 10:46:12 GMT -5
 Whether it was the mead, or the fact she hadn't lashed out and tried to kill him yet, Morgana didnt know, but it was obvious the man, Gwaine, was loosening up a bit. She listened as he assumed she was a traveler, he could assume all he wanted. Deliberately she'd hadn't told him anything specific so his assumptions were all his own. Until her sister was fully recovered and they had planned their next steps, Morgana wasn't going to reveal anything of importance to anybody, let alone a man she had just met in a tavern.
As he answered her question as to his origins, she nodded. Gwent. She hadn't traveled there before but she had known of Princess Isadora. She had been around when Morgana first came to live with Uther and Arthur. "I haven't had the pleasure of seeing Gwent," she replied, occasionally taking a sip from her tankard. "But I have been to Camelot. Only once though and it was when I was younger," she added. Again, not technically a lie. She went to Camelot when she was young and never left until Morgause. That was the trick to deception, she had found. If she didn't tell an outright lie, she wasn't lying. It was the careful ommitance of certain information, or the framing of it that led people to the conclusions she wanted them to reach.
"Tell me of this fair maiden of yours Gwaine," Morgana instructed. She had no real, personal interest in him or anything to do with his life, but it was polite and she didnt want to come off as rude. "You said your father arranged for you to marry her?"
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Setting: Camelot - Hills and Countryside's
Tag: Gwaine
Timeline: After Series 3
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Post by mysery on Jun 22, 2011 6:07:15 GMT -5
"Nonsense," Morgana snorted, waving away his reply about Uther. She'd thought of that too. "Gaius will assure him it is nothing but a common cold and it is in his best interests not to enter. He will ensure Uther doesn't catch out our little white lie," she finished with a grin. Arthur had probably just said he was going hunting and that was it. Some master plan that was. And his expression, while he probaly thought it was scolding or supposed to make her repentant, only made her want to laugh. No doubt that would go over well. She was half tempted to laugh just to annoy Arthur, he needed some laughter right now, but decided to refrain. She didn't want to be disrespectful to Merlin or the friend he had lost. "Tell me Arthur, since we can't all go out hunting at a moments notice, what would seem more suspicious? Three people departing in a crowd? Or three departing in the dead of night?" she asked sarcastically. Yes scathing sarcasm it may be but she liked pointing out when Arthur was an idiot. Then again, it happened so often she hoped it didn't lose its appeal.
"You worry far too much Arthur," Morgana added, rolling her eyes. Yes, they may not have been in the best position if they had been attacked, but there was no way they could be sure Arthur would go with them. They had to take the chance while they had it. "Besides, if you had been with us, and we had been attacked, who's to say you would have been of any help," she finished, tapping his shoulder with her sword before sheathing it.
Morgana sighed as Arthur discussed the battle. She agreed completely with him, but sometimes such measures were necessary. They had done what was needed to ensure the safety of the people here. And these were Merlin's people, his family, his friends. There was no way they could turn their backs on this village when it was in so dire of need. "And that bully paid for his greed with his life. I do not agree with murdering people, but Kanen would never have left Ealdor alone if you had not done what you did." Morgana looked at Arthur for a moment before she shook her head. She knew how heavily this had to weigh on his mind. He was cocky and just generally a thorn in her side, but he was a good man. And a good man, whether in self defence or for what was right, could never be okay with killing.
"Come with me Arthur," she said suddenly, gesturing for him to follow her. She made her way over to where some of the men were gathering the bodies of the raiders to burn them. Nearby were the fields and she looked over them. "This is why we needed to do this Arthur. Now Hunith and the other villagers wont starve in the winter. The land they work so hard to make prosper is now theirs to harvest and keep."
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Setting: Village of Ealdor
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: 'The Moment of Truth' - After the battle
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Post by mysery on Jun 13, 2011 21:51:43 GMT -5
Mega awesome congratulations to everyone!! You all deserved it and the Coronation thread was so epic to read. I could see it all in my head!
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Post by mysery on Jun 6, 2011 11:13:42 GMT -5
 "Nor is humor yours Sir Lucan. Then again, you always were a bit of a bumbling baffoon," Queen Morgana replied, her face set in a smirk that could chill to the core. She had to admit; watching the knights be dragged in by their arms and hurled at her feet was a heady feeling.
Even if it was often tainted with a streak of anger as they continued to stand against her.
The young Queen looked at the knight before her. Sir Lucan had always been shy in her recollections of him, always stammering or embarrassed when a lady would speak to him. She had found it quite charming since some of the other knights were far more cocky than confident, but she was not the beloved ward of Uther anymore. She was a ruler and thus her personal feelings had to be put aside.
"How are you enjoying your new accomodations? I know they are nothing compared to your old home, but we strive to provide lodgings befitting the guest," Morgana said, her smile still in place, though her eyes sparked with that usual cold fire. And the dungeons right now were so befitting the knights.
They were traitors to the one upon the throne, and rebellious troublemakers for her. She was giving them the chance to join her, the chance to live, and they kept spitting it back in her face. Well, she could only be expected to put up with that for so long. If they couldn't be turned, they would have to put dealt with. Simple as that.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Sir Lucan
Timeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur'
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Post by mysery on Jun 6, 2011 9:56:17 GMT -5
Morgana had fully expected him to accept her name without thought, which he seemed to do, and she gave it no more consideration. For yes she was still within Camelot's borders, but was it not amazing how dropping a letter from ones name, and offering the right amount of gold could completely change ones identity? Whatever the reasoning behind it, the anonymity and disguise served her well. Part of her subconcious was still trying to place the man before her, but she figured if she couldnt remember, it couldn't be of that much importance.
Perhaps she would flatter his vanity and ego a little by exclaiming she would have been lost without him, but why lie any more than she had to. Besides, even he had witnessed her cold, unyielding disposal of that last thug. She wasn't as helpless as she appeared and she doubted even his ego would allow him to forget that fact since he'd seen it himself.
When the drinks, and food arrived, Morgana raised an eyebrow as the man downed his in basically one gulp. Eager much. He then grinned. For a moment the lady wondered if she made him uncomfortable, but then decided she didnt really care. If he was uncertain around her, all the better. He wouldnt piss her off then for he knew she could hold her own. "I don't live in town," she replied to his question after a moment.
Not entirely a lie after all. She didnt live in the town, and she wasnt going to tell him exactly where. That was just plain stupid, and Morgause had taught her better than that. "What about you Gwaine?" she asked, smiling as she picked up her tankard and stole a drink from it. "Where are you from?"
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Setting: Camelot - Hills and Countryside's
Tag: Gwaine
Timeline: After Series 3
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Post by mysery on Jun 6, 2011 8:10:04 GMT -5
 Morgana's smile never wavered as Nimueh observed her spell. It was only a simple ball of light, something most children on the Isle could do, but that in no way detracted from young Morgana's pride at having accomplished it. Every step was important in her goal of becoming the best she could be. When her adoptive mother sat down, Morgana allowed the ball to float away once more. It wasnt uncommon for it to just bob around her head and sway to and fro when Morgana was absorbed in something like her studies. The globe was almost an unconcious creation now.
The light blinked out suddenly when the High Priestess asked about her progress in learning and mastering the elements and the childs smile faltered. The elements was one area Morgana was still getting a grip on. Yes, she could summon the elements, but it was erratic at best. And sometimes, and Morgana would protest is was a very rare sometimes, she summoned the wrong one. She likened it to calling out for a deer and getting a bear instead. It embarrassed Morgana to have so little control in that area.
Looking down at her lap, she shyly rocked in her seat. "I'm getting better," she said honestly. True, she was, but it seemed slow going so far. "I am!" she added, glancing at Nimueh before returning it to her knees. "Its just... sometimes they dont work quite right. Like, I call on one but the others come instead." She hoped that made sense. The words did to her nine year old mind. Deciding it was probably best if she did as her mother asked and show her, Morgana lifted her hand and held it out. Her eyes fixed intently on her palm, willing the water to bubble up in it so the High Priestess could see it. She concentrated as hard as she could, and she felt the stirring of her magic, but it wasnt water that cropped up. It was a small whirlwind. Gasping at her failure, the wind fizzled out and Morgana looked at Nimueh worriedly. Had she disappointed the older woman?
She didn't get long to contemplate her failure before Nimueh asked for her help. Morgana siezed it with both hands. "Help out with Samhain? I'd love to!" she exclaimed, grinning once more. The joys of a child, being able to bounce from one emotion to the next in a matter of seconds.
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Setting: Isle of the Blessed
Tag: Nimueh Ó Liatháin
Timeline: During Morgana's childhood
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Post by mysery on Jun 6, 2011 7:49:28 GMT -5
 Morgana knew for that as long as either of them breathed, they would never concede to allowing the other to take the blame for this situation. She felt responsible, that if she hadn't been so quick to trust based on what happened around her, it wouldn't have gotten this far. And Arthur no doubt felt responsible as he had been the one to knight Bowen in the first place. It would have to be one of those cases of agreeing to disagree, not something they did often but Morgana understood they could continue for hours if they didn't. She was tempted to make a joke, but she was too highly strung right now to handle it if Arthur took it the wrong way. Or said the wrong thing.
"It is his fault and his alone," she said finally. Probably not that agreeing to disagree thing, but it wasn't fair that Bowen bore none of the responsibility for this. After all, he had known full well, and with certainty, that he was decieving them. And of what he was planning to do to her. He was not so innocent to escape blame in this. That sparked her anger. To insult her verbally was one thing, but until now, she hadn't realised the full rammifications of what he had planned. Bowen had possessed every intention of taking her to bed, not that she would have allowed him to now that she thought about it, and using that to shame her. He was going to prey upon her embarrassment to ensure he got away with his scheme.
What if Arthur had not found her? Would she have told anyone about this? Morgana honestly didn't know and that made her mad. She knew herself, she knew what she would do and she knew she was strong. How dare a man make her feel inadequate like that! Her anger dissipated though at Arthur's response to her thanks. She grinned. "And when they get through that, you are welcome to them," she said chuckling, the jibe slipping from her before she could think twice about it.
Suddenly, Morgana wondered why Arthur had come to her rooms. She had been upset and given it little thought, but now that she did, she realised how odd it was. Why had Arthur come to her chambers? He wasn't planning to search them, clearly as he was unaccompanied; not that she'd let him anyway, so what was the reason? "I fear I am being very self centered today. Was there something you needed Arthur?" she asked, frowning.
And then it hit her. The feast. She had completely forgotten about the feast tonight! The one which was being held to welcome the new additions to the knights. The one she was expected to attend and probably couldn't get out of even if she tried. The one where she would have to look Bowen the snake in the face and smile like she knew nothing. Before Arthur could reply, she spoke again. "Will you accompany me to the feast tonight?"
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: Mid Series 1
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Post by mysery on Jun 6, 2011 7:07:17 GMT -5
Morgana smiled. Hunith was a lovely woman and she had enjoyed speaking with her when they had been in Ealdor. "It's the least I can do Merlin," she replied softly. She sighed as she listened to Merlin speak. Reassuring her that they were just dreams. Why couldn't she just believe that? It was crazy not to mention treason to think they were anything more than dreams, but the Lady couldn't help it. Her instincts told her something was wrong. They were so vivid, and one of them had come true. How did one explain that?
She couldn't stop the slightly manical laugh that escape her at his final words. "Maybe not me but they seem to have no problem hurting everyone else. How could I expect you to understand it? You have no idea what it is like!" she exclaimed, sounding half mad as she shook her head. It was maddening. Watching Merlin for a few moments, Morgana garned control of herself once more.
"I'm sorry Merlin. That was callous of me," she apologised, tucking her hair away behind her ear. She hadn't meant it. Whether anyone could understand it or not, at least Merlin went out of his way to assure her everything was alright. That she was alright and that there was nothing wrong with her.
If only she could make herself believe it too.
Finally giving up, she took the chair and sat down, burying her face in her hands. She was exhausted with everything. Worrying, thinking, crying. All of it had drained what strength she had and it was only sheer will that kept her going. Now she was snapping at her friends.
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Tag: Merlin
Timeline: In the aftermath of 'Le Morte De Arthur'
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Post by mysery on May 29, 2011 20:21:46 GMT -5
Ah so that was why they had left Camelot. She hadn't known about his mother until later, so she supposed it made sense for them to go searching for something to help her. She'd been so fraught with worry about Arthur perhaps she had allowed herself to be blinded to mostly everything else during those few days. Still, that didn't stop the Lady from feeling bad for not having a chance to see Hunith. She had been so kind to them all when they had been in Ealdor.
"I should like to visit her before she goes if she is feeling up to it," Morgana commented. She glanced over her shoulder when Merlin called her out on her nervousness. He really did have a knack for picking up on things like that. A small smile lifted her lips at that. Merlin wouldn't tease her for her worry, wouldn't expect her to be perfect all the time.
It was somewhat refreshing not to have to pretend as much.
The mention of the Questing Beast though wiped the smile from her face as Merlin offered her a chair. Yes, the real reason she was here. Turning back to the table for a moment, she sighed. "For days Merlin," she began before she turned around to look at him. She didn't take the chair just yet though. "I dreamt about the Questing Beast for days before it happened," she continued on. "I saw Arthur as he was before he had even left Camelot."
It had taken Morgana looking back on her dreams in retrospect before she had come to realise she had seen it all before it happened. That there was no way she should have seen what she had.
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Setting: Camelot Castle - The Physician's Chambers
Tag: Merlin
Timeline: In the aftermath of 'Le Morte De Arthur'
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Post by mysery on May 29, 2011 10:59:36 GMT -5
The study and improving of her magic had become a large task for Morgana, one she undertook with great enthusiasm. When she achieved something, when a spell went right for the first time under her control and she could finally call it at will, she always ran to show Nimueh. Ran to present the newest things she had learned to the woman she thought of has her surrogate mother. Morgana had vague memories of her parents; a delicate, fair woman flanked by a broad, shadowed man, and she knew their names, but other than the little Nimueh had told her, she knew next to nothing else about the family that had given her up.
Not that she wasn't grateful to her parents now that Uther had made it a point to kill most of the children with magic. Morgana would have been killed right along with them if they hadn't saved her. For that she would be eternally thankful.
And the pride of Nimueh, as well as the pride of those unknown parents made Morgana want to learn all she could about magic. To master these powers she had been given from birth. She'd been told she was special, that the power she had was different from most others who knew magic. All Morgana knew was that sometimes she didn't have to speak to make things happen.
The ball floating around her being a key example. No words were needed to summon it.
The light flickered for a moment as Morgana was drawn from her study by the arrival of Nimueh, who laid her hand on her head and praised her. She looked up with a bright smile, taking her attention from the book before her to look at the older woman. "I have been practicing!" she exclaimed proudly, glancing at the ball, which floated down into her hand, which was now outstretched for it to settle into.
It was just a childish thing for Morgana, but it brought her comfort.
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Setting: Isle of the Blessed
Tag: Nimueh Ó Liatháin
Timeline: During Morgana's childhood
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Post by mysery on May 29, 2011 10:01:56 GMT -5
Despite Merlin's insistance that Gaius had been the one responsible for Arthur's recovery, something inside Morgana knew there was more to this. She knew that Merlin had left Camelot, and Gwen had told her of Hunith's mysterious illness and her sudden recovery. Taking into account Arthur's recovery from an attack that, as Gaius had said, was fatal and there was no known cure. And her dreams.... they were another matter entirely.
She hadn't dared speak aloud her fears about her dreams being something more than simple nightmares. Terrified though she'd been throughout this entire ordeal, she'd also come to realise something. She had dreamed of Arthur at death's door days before it happened. And it had happened...
It had come true.
Before she could stop herself, Morgana spoke. "How is your mother recovering?" she asked. It hadn't been her intention to reveal that she knew about his mother's sudden affliction, Guinevère had imparted it to her in a desperate attempt to calm Morgana down.
"I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to come and see her," Morgana added, figuring she had spoken and she might as well deal with it. "I was..... I'm sorry," she finished lamely. Could she be any more awkward? Morgana wasn't sure how she felt. Nervous, which was odd, Merlin was a servant and she didn't have any reason to feel nervous around him, other than the obvious, afraid, relieved and just generally worn out. The last few days had been taxing on her sanity. But even as such she had wanted to thank he and Gaius. Without them she'd probably have been worse.
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Setting: Camelot Castle - The Physician's Chambers
Tag: Merlin
Timeline: In the aftermath of 'Le Morte De Arthur'
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Post by mysery on May 27, 2011 8:10:09 GMT -5
The Isle of the Blessed was the only home she'd ever known. And Morgana didn't care to know another. Here, she was happy. With the priestesses and the blood guards. Nimueh had taken her in, raised her as her own and little nine year old Morgana's magic was coming along very nicely. Sitting as she was beside one of the stone tables, Morgana read her book as a small ball of light hovered around her head. The first thing she'd ever mastered and managed to call up at will. She could do other things, but those powers were erratic at best, and the books she read were supposed to help her with that.
Sometimes Morgana found herself curious about her family, about where she had come from, but Nimueh had simply replied that her family had wanted to keep her safe and so had given her to the priestess to look after. She was only now beginning to understand what that meant and why her family had been worried for her. King Uther Pendragon of Camelot. He had all but declared war on those with magic, the priestesses included, and had killed some of the men and women that Morgana had come to know over her short life.
Which was why she disliked him already. He had taken some of her friends from her and made Nimueh sad. She hid it well, and Morgana didn't know the full story, but sometimes she would see the older woman with a sad look in her eyes. That was usually when word reached them that another of their friends had been killed or captured by King Uther. Despite this though, Nimueh still urged Morgana to study as hard as she could and learn to control her magic.
Morgana was thankful for that. If she had to give up her magic, even in her young mind, Morgana knew it would kill her. Magic had become an integral part of who she was. Another reason she disliked Uther Pendragon. He forced them all to pretend and Morgana had never been all that good at pretending games.
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Setting: Isle of the Blessed
Tag: Nimueh Ó Liatháin
Timeline: During Morgana's childhood
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