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Post by morg on Mar 24, 2013 17:02:44 GMT -5
So far, Morgana was less than impressed by her birthday feast. Uther must have gotten the idea that Morgana needed more female friends, because he seemed to have invited every young noblewoman in the kingdom, as well as many of the allied kingdoms. The trouble with that was that most of the women clearly thought a bit too highly of themselves. Most of the girls Morgana had met so far were so busy trying to distinguish themselves as the most beautiful, the most eligible, and the most perfect potential brides for Prince Arthur that they seemed to have absolutely no interest in befriending Morgana at all. They would smile coldly, comment on her bold choice of wearing green and tell her how perfectly the color complemented her eyes. She'd already heard the exact same comments at least four times, as though the same conversation kept repeating itself over and over again. She would thank them and tell them to enjoy the feast, they would smile and wish her a happy birthday... and then ask where Arthur was. Morgana found them all utterly insufferable.
At the moment, she was attempting to escape from a particularly persistent blonde woman who kept asking her all kinds of terribly impertinent questions about Arthur. But even as she attempted to dodge the unbearable woman, she found herself in the middle of another group of ladies, all of whom were wondering about the possibility of King Uther marrying again! Morgana turned away in disgust, just in time to see another young lady trip and fall right in front of her. The other girls immediately began to laugh, but Morgana rushed forward and knelt beside the girl who had fallen.
"Are you injured?" she asked gently. "That was a terrible fall... I hope you haven't torn your dress. Let me help you."
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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 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 morg on Mar 8, 2013 15:01:35 GMT -5
Morgana's legs felt so shaky and she sort of sank down into the chair, huddling under Arthur's cloak. She'd had her doubts about coming here at first, but he was being so gentle and caring that it made her ache inside. She hoped he would always stay like this, and not turn into a clone of his father. Something told her that Arthur would never be like Uther. He would be a good king... a just king.
Wiping at the tears that had pooled around her eyes, Morgana looked up at Arthur gratefully. "You're a good man, Arthur," she said softly.
She gathered the cloak around her, shivering in the chilled evening air. Or maybe it was fear that made her shiver. "I... I need to tell you something. And I need you to promise that you won't tell Uther. Or anyone. I'm just so scared and I don't know where else to turn... I don't want you to hate me."
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Post by morg on Mar 7, 2013 23:32:11 GMT -5
Morgana had always thought of herself as the wronged party in this--the one who was persecuted, forced to hide who she was, driven away from her home and the people she had once cared about. What choice had she been given, when she learned she had magic? She had tried hiding it, but in the end, she'd had to fight back, because it was right. That was why she had joined with Morgause, and why she now coveted the throne for herself. She needed to make things safe for her people once again.
But Arthur had a way of turning things around on her. He made her feel like he was the one who was wronged. But how was that possible? He was the one with the crown, the one with their father's love, the one the people loved and respected. They feared her... and hated her. They hadn't always hated her. She had made them turn against her all on her own.
She could see that he was struggling to understand her betrayal. For while she thought she was the one who had been betrayed, the truth was, Arthur knew nothing of Merlin's betrayal. He had no idea that Merlin had tried to kill her. Instead, he saw her as the traitor, because she turned against him without any good reason at all. And when it came down to it, she didn't have an answer. It was just that once that seed of hatred had been planted in her heart, it had grown and flourished, like ivy choking out all that was good inside her. She told herself that she hated Arthur enough times that she had come to believe it.
But it wasn't true. It had never been true. He had always been a better man than his father, and those words were just as true now as when she spoke them all those years ago. No one else could have cracked the thick layer of ice that covered her soul.
"You don't understand what it was like. Every day, it seemed that Uther was going after some one else with magic... or an innocent druid boy.... He made you do his bidding, and you couldn't stand up to him most of the time, even though you knew it wasn't right. I trusted you... it was him I couldn't trust. Would you have been able to keep it from him if I told you? Would you have protected me from your... from our father? I was scared, Arthur... if only you could have let me stay with the druids, instead of coming after me... Maybe we wouldn't be here right now."
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Post by morg on Mar 7, 2013 18:41:54 GMT -5
Hello, Merlin! I will PM you tonight with some ideas....
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Post by morg on Mar 5, 2013 22:58:43 GMT -5
Nothing off the top of my head at the moment, but if you start a thread, I can have Kenric reply.  |
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Post by morg on Mar 5, 2013 22:25:42 GMT -5
Hi, Gwyneth! I don't know if there's a lot of plot potential for you with Morgana, but I do have an original character, a knight by the name of Sir Kenric, who could certainly use some friends!
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Post by morg on Mar 4, 2013 22:58:08 GMT -5
It should have made her happy. When she started all of this, it was all she had wanted. She had wanted Uther dead, Arthur to be king, and magic to return to Camelot. She had not originally planned to seek the throne of Camelot. It never would have even occurred to her that she would have any right to seek it. Arthur was a good man, she knew that, and he would make a good king. She remembered telling him just that on several occasions.
But that had all changed when she found out that Uther had basically lied to her all of her life. She was his daughter, and he couldn't even admit it to her, not even to her face. She was some dark secret that he swept under the rug. If he had just admitted it to her when she'd asked, maybe all of this would have been different. But he hadn't confessed it to her face, proving, in her mind, that he didn't love her as a father should have. Uther loved and was proud of Arthur, but he was content to keep her at a distance. And that was when Morgana decided she wanted Uther's crown for herself. But at first that had not even been a glimmer in her mind. She'd only wanted the freedom to practice magic without persecution.
So it surprised her that Merlin would agree to promote her cause to Arthur so willingly. It was too easy... which was why Morgana didn't trust it. Nothing she had ever wanted ever came easily, if at all.
So she looked him in the eye, trying to find the catch. There had to be a catch... some trick up his sleeve. Not finding any, she added one of her own.
"And when magic is legal once again in Camelot... I want to return. As the sister of the king. You must convince him to allow me back in Camelot."
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Post by morg on Feb 28, 2013 23:13:00 GMT -5
What if... Uther died in season 1?
Setup: In Season 1, Episode 12, Morgana is angry with Uther for having Gwen's father killed, and for throwing Morgana in the dungeon for questioning him. She plots with the sorcerer Tauren to set up Uther for an ambush, but at the last minute she changes her mind and warns Uther before Tauren can strike the fatal blow. A fight ensues, and when Tauren has the king pinned and is about to strike the final blow, Morgana stabs Tauren. But what if she fails to kill him?
Severely injured from the stab wound, Tauren turns on Morgana, knowing that she has betrayed him. But she is armed only with a small dagger, and is knocked down by Tauren. Seeing his ward in danger, Uther jumps up to defend her, and is mortally wounded by Tauren, who then flees. Merlin, who had been knocked unconscious by Tauren, only woke up in time to see the end of it, and couldn't help.
Uther does not die right away, but lives long enough to make it back to Camelot. Although Gaius tries to save him, it is too late. With his dying breaths, Uther says goodbye to Arthur and Morgana, revealing that Morgana is really his daughter.
Morgana is tormented and wracked with guilt over Uther's death, knowing that it was her fault, even though she changed her mind at the last moment. Arthur is young and inexperienced, and many feel he is not ready to be king. The vultures begin to circle--neighboring kings and warlords and sorcerers, all looking to influence the young king--or overthrow him. Meanwhile, Tauren is still out there...
Will Arthur bring magic back to the kingdom? Will he be able to hold on to his throne? Will Morgana turn evil? Will Gwen still marry Arthur? And will Merlin reveal his magic?
The king's funeral was tomorrow. Morgana should have been in bed, but she couldn't sleep. Sleep had often been difficult for her, with her vivid nightmares, but now all her dreams were of that terrible moment. She had plotted to kill Uther. Why had she agreed to do such a thing? Yes, Uther could be cruel at times, and he had been wrong to have Gwen's father killed. But killing him was not an acceptable solution.
She had changed her mind, but too late. Tauren had attacked... and she had failed to kill him. Instead, Uther died defending her against Tauren. No one knew the whole story... and that was the worst part. Her guilt ate away at her, because no matter what anyone told her, she knew the truth. Uther's death was all her fault.
Morgana pulled the green velvet cloak--the one Uther had always told her was his favorite--over her head and continued walking down the hall toward the crypt, where Uther's body was being kept. Tomorrow he would be buried officially, and Arthur would be crowned king of Camelot. Morgana wanted to be happy for him, but all she could feel was guilt. What if he wasn't ready to be king? Because of her foolish actions, he was being thrust onto the throne too soon.
She made her way down the main staircase and began to head toward the crypt. As she did, she heard footsteps coming from the nearby kitchen, and she stopped, turning around to see who was coming.
Timeline: season 1, after episode 12 ("To Kill The King"), night
Location: Castle downstairs, near the kitchens
Tag: Merlin or Arthur
What if: Uther died in season 1?
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Post by morg on Feb 28, 2013 22:45:21 GMT -5
If Morgana had known about the young noblewoman's secret, their interactions might have been quite different. Perhaps they really could have been friends, back when Morgana's loyalties were still undecided. Maybe they would not be standing here this way, on opposite sides, filled with animosity and malice. Maybe if she'd had a friend who shared the same secret as herself, she might not have joined forces with people like Morgause. But there was no way of knowing that now; what had taken place could not be undone. So Morgana glared down at Caitrin, fury building up inside her.
While she might have seemed a traitor to Caitrin and other people in Camelot, Morgana did not see it that way. She did not think she was doing anything wrong; rather, they were the ones who were wrong for persecuting people just because they were born with magic or still followed the old religion.
So Caitrin's "someone like you" comment felt like a slap in the face for Morgana. She interpreted it as "someone with magic," not knowing that the woman before her also possessed magic.
"Someone like me?" she repeated. "You mean someone with magic? Tell me, Lady Caitirin. How would you like it if you were persecuted for how you were born? How would you like living in fear, having to hide who you really are, because if anyone found out, you would surely be killed? All I want is freedom for my people... for people like me. And I want everyone who ever made me feel fear or shame or pain to suffer the way I have. And you... I think I will have to make you suffer for that remark. I don't think I'll be sending you back to your cell any time soon."
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Post by morg on Feb 28, 2013 22:30:16 GMT -5
Morgana smiled warmly at her friend. It helped a lot to think that she wasn't alone here; that she had a friend all her own. Oh, it was fun sometimes to train with Arthur, especially when she bested him in swordfighting. But she always felt like something was missing, as though she didn't exactly fit in at Camelot. But having Polyxenia here helped. She could have something separate from Arthur, her own friend with whom she could be herself.
"Thank you!" she said when Poly complimented her. "And I should say the same of you! Honestly, Arthur won't believe his eyes when he sees you. Your poor father is going to be overwhelmed with requests for your hand in no time at all!"
She didn't mention, of course, that if Uther were to receive similar requests for her hand in marriage, she would fight him tooth and nail. She barely liked Uther on the best of days, and she didn't trust him to pick out a suitable husband for her. No, she was resolved that she would either pick out her own future husband, or she would not marry at all.
When Poly handed her a gift, Morgana's jaw dropped. "Poly! You shouldn't have! But of course, I do have a gift for you, as well, but I was going to present it to you tonight at the welcome banquet."
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Post by morg on Feb 25, 2013 22:53:11 GMT -5
Of course, there was no possible way he could ever really make it up to her for trying to kill her. It wasn't possible, unless he figured out a way to go back in time and change things. But even Morgana, with her magic, had not figured out a way to go back in time. And Merlin had no power, so what could he possibly do? Even if he somehow helped her gain the throne of Camelot, there would still be that one horrible betrayal weighing between them.
Sometimes she did miss him. She missed all of them sometimes. She would never dream of admitting it to any of them, but she did have fond memories of them. She remembered training with Arthur, or talking about boys with Gwen. She remembered how she had helped Merlin save the village where he had grown up. She missed the girl she used to be. But there was no way to get her back. Morgana couldn't see any other way now. She needed to free the land from tyranny so that magic could once again be practiced freely.
"You must convince Arthur that magic should be allowed in Camelot again," she found herself saying. "People with magic shouldn't have to live in fear. He listens to you... if you convince him of it, he may change his mind."
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Post by morg on Feb 21, 2013 20:01:27 GMT -5
The frigid wind seemed to swirl all around her, blowing snow and ice in her face and sticking in her hair. The tears in her eyes that she refused to shed felt like they were freezing against her lashes.
Morgana had tried so hard to convince herself that she didn't care about him, about anything, but she knew now that it was a lie. After everything that had happened, she still cared. She still hurt. She could almost feel the choking sensation in her throat, just like she had felt that day when the poison burned through her.
"Then prove it," she said harshly. "Prove to me that you're sorry. Make it up to me."
Her mind was spinning with the many things she could ask of him--no, demand--knowing full well that he'd never do most of them. He wouldn't jeopardize Camelot or Arthur for her. He had chosen them over her before, and she knew he would do it again.
But just this once... she wanted him to put her first.
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Post by morg on Feb 16, 2013 18:23:50 GMT -5
It really was a pity she didn't have more time to complete her search. If she had the time to waste, she couldn't help but think that it might be fun to try and break this towering giant of a man. She was now fully versed in all the most sophisticated methods of torture, and she was rather keen to try them out. Just the thought of this massive knight begging for his life made her smile.
But no. She knew that it wouldn't be long before her location was discovered. Arthur would be coming for his precious knights, and she needed to find the key before that happened. So it was off to the caverns below for this one, just as with Gwaine. She didn't even have time to watch him sweat it out as he dug in the mines.
"Well, good. Then you'll be quite used to the work I've got in mind for you. It will hardly even be a challenge for you. And... I think you may find some... familiar faces down there. How does that sound?"
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Post by morg on Feb 16, 2013 16:17:22 GMT -5
Morgana had worked herself into a near panic by this point, and her pale face was streaked with tears. Arthur never usually saw her like this. She tried to hide this side of herself from him, because they had both grown up together, and she had trained at his side. She wanted him to think she was strong and brave, and right now... she was terrified.
But Gwen couldn't help her, and Gaius had already dismissed her when she mentioned magic. Uther would probably lock her in the dungeon if she mentioned it to him. Maybe Arthur, who was as close to her as a brother, might be able to help her. It was a long shot, but at this point, she didn't have much choice. If she didn't confide in someone, she was frightened of what she might do.
"Oh, Arthur!" she gasped. "I... no, I wasn't attacked. I just... I need to talk to you. I don't know where else to turn... I'm scared, Arthur."
She was shaking, but she wasn't sure if it was from cold or fear. If Arthur couldn't help her, Morgana wasn't sure what she would do. But there was no mistaking the power surge she had felt inside her. It had to be magic. If it had been one time, she could have dismissed it. But twice was no mistake. What if she couldn't control it? What if she really was a danger? if only she had one person on her side, maybe everything wouid be all right.
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Post by morg on Feb 15, 2013 17:44:52 GMT -5
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Post by morg on Feb 14, 2013 14:49:54 GMT -5
Haha! Those are great, Arthur!
If I could request one, could you do the scene in Season 2, Episode 11 (The Witch's Quickening), where Morgana is standing by the door and she turns very slightly to say "And you, Uther, you can go to hell."
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Post by morg on Feb 8, 2013 0:58:32 GMT -5
The ice was beginning to thaw. Not the ice all around them, but the ice in her heart. She hadn't cried since her dear sister's death, but she felt a tear drip from her eye and streak down her cheek.
How could this still hurt? How could she still care what he thought about her or what he felt? Hadn't they hurt each other enough by now? Her heart was already broken. Why, then, did it feel like it was breaking all over again?
She let out an angry cry, one that echoed through the woods and sounded almost inhuman. "I wanted you to hurt," she cried. "I wanted you to feel the pain that I felt when I realized what you had done to me. Not the pain as I struggled for breath... the pain in my heart. I wanted revenge... I wanted you to suffer. How can I make you suffer when you've already done it to yourself? How can I hate you... but how can I forgive you for what you did?"
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Post by morg on Feb 5, 2013 21:43:34 GMT -5
The truth was, it was easier to hate. The hate protected her, kept her strong and safe. Other emotions, she had learned, were complicated and painful. Hate couldn't betray her, it couldn't make her cry. If she expected nothing from anyone else, then they couldn't hurt her anymore.
She didn't want to forgive Merlin. She didn't want to believe that he still cared about her or that he regretted poisoning her. She didn't want his apologies. She wanted to make him feel the way she had felt in that moment when she realized he had poisoned her. She had told him he was a good friend, only moments before the poison began to take hold of her system. He stood there, he looked her in the eye, knowing she was moments from dying at his hand. How could he do it? And how could he expect her to forgive him now?
But standing there before him in the snow, Morgana felt tears burning in her eyes. Merlin had been the first person to tell her that magic wasn't evil. He'd supported her, and it had made her feel better to know that he knew her secret and was still her friend. It had given her hope that maybe one day, she could live peacefully without hiding her magic away like a terrible secret.
"I never know what to expect from you, Merlin," she said. "I never would have thought you'd try to poison me, but you did. I would never have done that to you, if our situations had been reversed. You were the only person in Camelot who understood, and you turned against me. I had no one but Morgause, and now she's gone, too. You've taken away everything that matters to me."
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