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Post by morg on Dec 11, 2012 22:46:11 GMT -5
Morgana squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to believe what she was hearing. She had always thought that Merlin understood her magic, even though he didn't have magic himself. She had thought that he, out of anyone else in Camelot, was on her side and didn't hold her magic against her. She could still remember how he helped the druid boy, Mordred, escape when Uther would have had him executed. He had helped her, too, when she first started to show signs of magic that she couldn't control, and he had sent her to the druids for guidance. He had even lied to Arthur about the "miracle cure" that Gaius had supposedly given her, just so he wouldn't figure out that she had magic and that was why she was not affected by it.
All these memories seemed to flash before Morgana's closed eyes, memories of a life that was no longer hers. Merlin had lied to her; he had betrayed her. He had killed her. Now she was a new person, a new Morgana, reborn from the ashes of the old one.
The old Morgana was weak, trusting, innocent. The new Morgana would not make those mistakes again. She would be like Morgause, strong and brave and powerful and ruthless. She would trust no one but Morgause. For after all, who else did she have left to trust? Merlin would probably try to poison everyone's minds against her--for that was what he did best--spread poison. For all she knew, Arthur knew all about what Merlin was planning to do and that was why he left the room... so he wouldn't have to see it.
Maybe it was just her illness making her mind run wild, but she saw conspiracies everywhere. Now that Morgause had healed her body, the ache in Morgana's heart began to turn to anger. Instead of feeling sorry for herself, Morgana made the decision right then and there to fight back. She would get well, she would become stronger and more powerful, and no one would ever hurt her like this again.
Opening her eyes at last, Morgana focused on her sister. Morgause had saved her life. She was her sister, and sisters stuck together. Morgana knew in that moment that there was no one else in the world she could trust more than Morgause. Of course she would stand with her.
"Yes," she said, her voice becoming stronger. "Teach me everything you know... how to use my magic. And together, we will make them all rue this day."
Yes, she would return to Camelot one day, when she was strong enough. When her magic was strong enough to bring them all to their knees. And then she would make Merlin regret the day he was ever born.
But first she had to heal. Even with the healing spells, her body had still been through a terrible trauma. She needed water, and then she needed sleep. She needed food, too, but Morgana didn't think she could keep it down right now. Maybe after some healing sleep.
"Could I have some of that water now?"
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Post by morg on Dec 10, 2012 23:20:26 GMT -5
Did anything hurt? It might have been easier for Morgana to tell her sister what didn't hurt. Once she might have even joked about it, even if half-heartedly. But nothing about this situation was remotely funny, and Morgana wasn't laughing.
She didn't answer right away, but took a shaky breath and silently assessed what parts of her were in pain. Her head, yes. Actually, it was more dizziness than pain; every time she moved her head, the room began to spin and her eyes began to throb. Aside from that, her throat hurt, and her arms, her stomach, her legs... she was pretty sure even her hair hurt.
But the greatest pain of all was one Morgana couldn't quite explain. Morgause could probably heal her of most of her symptoms, but there was one that couldn't be healed with magic. It was the ache in her heart, which Morgana was pretty sure was broken.
Morgana blinked up at Morgause, and a few tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and trickled down the side of her face. She was about to speak when Morgause offered her some water to drink.Her throat was so sore that the mention of water sounded good... but something made her pull back. And when Morgause assured her that it was only water... that was when reality crashed in on Morgana. It wasn't a dream. It had really happened. The sickness, the invasion, the poison... It wasn't just some kind of horrific nightmare. Merlin, her friend, who she trusted, had tried to poison her. To kill her. That was why she was sick, that was why she was hurt, that was why her heart was broken.
"Why?" she croaked, more tears spilling from her eyes. "Why did he do it? Why did Merlin try to kill me?"
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Post by morg on Dec 8, 2012 1:02:01 GMT -5
Morgana's mind still felt fuzzy from the dream, as well as the mixing of the past, present, and something else she couldn't quite name. She had no idea what was real and what was a dream anymore. She vaguely remembered meeting Morgause in the woods and talking about some kind of plan to get rid of Uther. Then she'd woke up in her own bed, only to have everyone else fall asleep all around her. She had tried to help Arthur and Merlin while Camelot was being attacked... and had someone mentioned something about Morgause? And then Merlin had poisoned her... but surely that part was a dream, right? He wouldn't have done that to her, would he? But it had seemed so real...
But maybe it had all been a dream, and this was reality, right now with Morgause. Maybe she was just waking up from that first meeting in the woods, with Morgause beside her. But why did she feel so weak? And why was Morgause crying?
Morgause was crying. That realization immediately pushed all other thoughts to the back of Morgana's mind. Although Morgana hadn't actually known her sister very long, it was still shocking to see her crying. Morgause, who was always so strong and fearless, was breaking down. But why?
Tears burned at her own eyes, though she didn't know why. Then Morgause was talking--babbling, really-- and hardly making any sense at all. Morgana was still so tired that she couldn't follow any of it. All she understood was when Morgause lifted her off the bed and into her arms, and she responded by weakly raising her own arms, which felt heavy and limp, and wrapping them around her sister.
"You're alive," came the words at last... the first that made any sense at all.
Morgana licked her parched lips and tried to speak, surprised to notice that her throat felt like she had swallowed splinters. "Shhh... don't cry, sister. I'm here."
Her words were scratchy and garbled, and Morgana was beginning to wonder just what was wrong with her. She had many questions for Morgause, but for now she was too tired and weak to ask them. For now, all that mattered was that she was with her sister. She was the anchor Morgana would cling to.
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Post by morg on Dec 2, 2012 23:33:30 GMT -5
Morgana had never really thought much about dying, but she had always assumed it would be peaceful, like just going to sleep. But perhaps since sleep had often been a turbulent event for the young Morgana, with her strange nightmares haunting her sleep, it seemed that in death as well, there would be no peace for her. There was no floating sensation, no clouds or blue skies. Instead, she felt as though she were lost in a tempest, a violent storm that tossed her this way and that while she struggled to find her footing. Above her was blackness, a vast empty darkness. And through it all, she couldn't escape that face. His face. His blue-gray eyes staring at her, confirming what he'd done. Merlin. He'd poisoned her. Merlin, her friend, whom she trusted, had betrayed her. She couldn't understand why... she only knew that it hurt far more than the burning in her throat and lungs that stole her breath away.
Why? Why? Why? she cried out soundlessly What had she done? Why would he want to hurt her?
The storm continued to rage all around her, and she looked frantically for something, anything to hold on to. She only knew that she had to hold on, because if she let go, let the wind take her away, she would leave this world entirely. And she didn't want to go. She couldn't remember at first why she wanted to stay... she only knew that she had to stay.
Then, just as it seemed like it would be better to just let go let the blackness swallow her up, Morgana saw a light. It was distant and dim, but it was something. If only she could make her way to it...
She moved slowly, fighting against the winds with everything she had. It seemed to take forever just to move a few steps, but eventually, she was able to get close to the light. And that was when she heard the voice.
"Morgana! Don't you dare leave me like this! It's not your time! It's not supposed to be like this!"
Morgause. That was why she needed to stay. She might have lost everything else that mattered to her in one horrible moment, but she still had Morgause. Morgause was her reason to come back. Morgause would never betray her.
The strange winds seemed to subside then, and Morgana stepped closer to the light. It was bright and hurt her eyes, causing her to blink... and then suddenly she was opening her eyes. She recognized the blonde head resting on her chest, and she took a shddering breath, trying to find the strength to whisper her sister's name.
"Morgause," she said at last, her voice barely more than a breath.
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Post by morg on Dec 1, 2012 0:18:02 GMT -5
Morgana's smile was icy. Until now, Morgana hadn't really had a problem with Caitrin, but now, this "fellow noblewoman" exemplified all of the reasons she was so angry, and had turned against her former friends. The fact was, Caitrin was loyal to Arthur. Not to her. She'd never even really made an effort to be friends with Morgana, and although the same could be said of Morgana to Caitrin, at the moment, Morgana really only saw her own side of things. After all, Camelot was her home, and Caitrin was merely a guest here. Why wouldn't she attempt to reach out to the Lady of Camelot? Instead, she chose Arthur. Everyone always chose Arthur.
"I could arrange to give you better accomodations, more befiting your status... you need only to swear your allegiance to me."
Morgana rose from the throne and walked over to the noblewoman. Her stride was so calm and casual that it almost seemed like she was walking up to a friend.
"And of course, if you don't... Well, I need hardly remind you that a stay in the dungeon is far from the worst thing you need to worry about."
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Post by morg on Nov 28, 2012 1:22:41 GMT -5
The last time she had seen Polyxenia, the two of them had really been just children. Because Morgana had never really had any girls her age around to play with and do girly things with, she had spent much of her time with Arthur, learning to ride and fight. Sometimes she had been more like a boy than a girl. But now she was getting older, she was fourteen, and she was learning to act more like a young lady. That meant getting dressed up in pretty dresses and wearing her hair in luxurious curls. Now that Poly was here, they could practice styling each other's hair and trying on dresses. Of course, she still planned on taking Poly out riding and exploring the city and the castle. After all, she was growing up, but there was still time to play and have fun like a child.
"Poly!" she cried excitedly, hugging her friend. "It's so good to see you at last! You look so pretty..."
Poly's father had climbed down from the carriage, and Morgana greeted him politely until he turned away to speak with the knights who were to be his escort into the castle. Bored with all of this, Morgana took her friend by the hand and began to lead her up the stairs. "I have so many plans for this week!" she said excitedly. "I can't wait to show you my dress for the ball!"
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Post by morg on Nov 28, 2012 1:09:25 GMT -5
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Post by morg on Nov 28, 2012 0:26:29 GMT -5
Far too often in the past, Morgana had seen the flash of recognition in a man's eyes, followed by a distinctive change in attitude, from flirtatious to cool, respectful, politeness. She used to appreciate it as a a mark of respect for her rank, but now it annoyed her, because she realized it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with Uther. No one would dare behave in a way that was inappropriate to the king's ward, lest he should find out and exact his vengeance against them.
In a sense, then, she became just a pretty jewel to adorn Uther's side and be trotted out like a show pony whenever he had some kind of event. Arthur got to take part in the tournaments, but she had to sit at Uther's side and pretend like she was interested in the events. She was just there to be seen, but never touched, and never spoken to like she was a real person.
When she told the man her name, she saw the flash of recognition in his eyes, and the greeting that followed sounded a lot like the cool reserve she was used to hearing. But it didn't last. Almost immediately after, he was back to flirting with her again.
Now she was intrigued. He knew who she was and yet he didn't walk the other way? He wasn't worried about incurring Uther's wrath?
Of course, it didn't really matter. Morgana had plans of her own and they did not include this brash, outspoken, and, yes, very attractive man. But that didn't mean she couldn't play a little and see how far he was willing to take this. After all, she never really got much of a chance to practice her wiles on anyone.
"Are you asking me to escort you around the city?" Morgana said, arching an eyebrow at him doubtfully. "Really, sir Gwaine, you are quite bold. You look to me like a man who's capable of finding his own way around. But perhaps you could escort me to the stables. I was just going out for a ride."
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Post by morg on Nov 23, 2012 17:06:16 GMT -5
Morgana smiled in spite of herself, but it was a cold smile. Clearly the man thought highly of himself, if he dared to flirt with noblewoman. Of course, he likely had no idea that she was the king's ward, or he probably wouldn't have been quite so bold. But his attitdu reminded her of one of Arthur's knights, or perhaps one of the many high-born nobles who often visited Camelot to take part in one of the tournaments. Maybe he was one of them, come to take part in the melee, and he just liked to dress in disguise. If that was the case, he was quite convincing. Morgana found herself wondering when the man might have bathed last.
Still, he was rather attractive, and Morgana decided it might be fun to play along. After all, it wasn't very often that men dared to flirt with her. Being King Uther's ward made her quite an intimidating figure to most men, and they tended to stay away from her to avoid his wrath. But Morgana didn't need Uther or anyone else to "protect" her, and she found that she was just a little bit flattered by the man's attentions.
"My name is Morgana," she said, watching his expression to see if the mere mention of her name caused any kind of reaction on his face. "And who, pray tell, are you?"
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Post by morg on Nov 23, 2012 16:11:27 GMT -5
The woman couldn't have chosen her words any better. Just hearing that Mordred was well, and relatively safe with his own people, was a big relief for Morgana. But it also reminded her once again just how dangerous life could be for people with magic. If Uther were to find out that this woman was here, right within the very streets of Camelot, he would have her on the executioner's block tomorrow, all because she had come to pass a message to Morgana from a little boy.
It was pathological, Uther's hatred of magic, and Morgana felt sickened once again to think of the constant fear and stress that these people must endure every single day. It was no wonder they hated Uther... and Morgana was beginning to hate him, too. Uther was creating his own enemies with his war against magic. Didn't he see that?
"I'm so glad to hear that Mordred is safe," she said in a low voice, looking cautiously around to ensure that the guards were not nearby.
"But you must be cautious. You've taken a great risk in coming here. I'm grateful for it, but I would feel terrible if you were caught. If there's anything I can do to help you, I would be glad to help."
Morgana had no idea what she was saying. She had already gotten herself into a fair bit of trouble with Uther by trying to help Mordred, and now she was offering to help this woman. It was dangerous, even crazy... but it felt like the right thing to do.
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Post by morg on Nov 21, 2012 23:48:41 GMT -5
All she had wanted to do was to rub it in, and make him miserable. But she'd gotten more than she'd bargained for. The look on his face was unexpectedly devastating, and it reminded her of the one moment that she had forced herself to forget. When she had realized what he'd done, she had looked up at him, confused and scared and hurt, and he'd looked back at her with such pain written on his face. In that one look, he'd confirmed exactly what he had done, but there was so much more to it than that. The pain in his eyes told her without words that he hated what he'd done and that he was sorry.
She had known, even then in her dying breaths, exactly what that look meant, but she didn't understand it. She hadn't understood why he wanted her dead... why he would try to hurt her. They were friends. She had thought of him as a friend... a close friend. Almost as if there was a bond between them that she didn't understand. So why had he tried to kill her, especially since he seemed to regret it as he did?
In the weeks that had followed, when Morgause had helped her to recover from her illness and the trauma of it all, Morgana had asked herself that question so many times. She had even asked Morgause, who had simply told her that Merlin couldn't be trusted. But looking at him now, Morgana realized the truth that she hadn't allowed herself to believe before. He really was sorry, and he wouldn't have done it if he'd felt he had any other option.
She could see the tears of regret in his eyes and she was surprised to find that she was moved by it. She'd worked so hard to encase her heart in ice, but she had already been feeling nostalgic and vulnerable as it was, and she felt the ice beginning to melt. It was almost like she wanted to forgive him... but how could she? She had very nearly died at his hand. She had trusted him and he betrayed her. How could she forgive that?
Morgana drew a shaky breath, and the vulnerability on her face was real this time. She didn't like this feeling. Vulnerability was dangerous. It made her weak, and she could not be that weak again. "I believe you," she said softly. "But why? Why did you do it? I thought you were my friend. I thought.... I thought you cared for me. How could you do that to me? I trusted you!"
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Post by morg on Nov 20, 2012 23:39:28 GMT -5
Morgana had no particular plans or designs for this chance encounter, but now that she had Merlin right where she wanted him, he wold be a fool not to take advantage of her good fortune. She could test the waters with him, to see just how strong of an effect she could have over him without the use of magic. So far, she was quite pleased with the results.
She was walking away slowly, and was not surprised when Merlin called out her name. She stopped in her tracks, a slow smile spreading across her face. But it was gone by the time she turned back around to face him.
He was holding a pile of firewood out to her, and she looked at him for a long moment, as if debating with herself whether or not to take it. She could, of course, easily get her own firewood, and they both knew it. But it was the gesture that counted, and Morgana couldn't ignore that. It meant that somewhere, deep down, Merlin still cared.
She smiled tentatively and reached out to take the firewood from him. "Thank you, Merlin. You're a good..."
She trailed off here, allowing the smile to slip from her face. Those were almost the exact words she had said to him when he had handed her the poisoned water skin on that terrible day. And she knew that the familiarity of those words would not be lost on him. She wanted to remind him of that moment, of what he had done to her. That moment had changed her life, made her what she was now. She wanted him to feel that guilt.
"...man," she finished, her eyes now turning wary. "You.... haven't poisoned this wood, have you?"
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Post by morg on Nov 18, 2012 1:09:19 GMT -5
Even Morgana couldn't explain why she felt compelled to protect the boy. Merlin may have brought the boy to her in the first place, but Morgana would have helped the boy even if no one had asked her to do it.
This wasn't the first time she had disagreed with Uther about his anti-magic policy. She had watched him execute far too many people for the "crime" of magic, and had even almost lost a friend as a result of it. She hadn't forgiven him for nearly executing Guinevère. and she had a feeling that the situation would only get worse. Uther was stubborn and cold, and he was never going to change his mind about magic and the people who used it. And if he would order his guards to chase down a young boy, there was no telling how far he would take his campaign against magic.
The boy's weak smile nearly broke Morgana's heart. If she hadn't already committed to saving this boy, that smile would have won her over completely. She smiled back, her eyes filling with tears. She reached down and brushed a dampened lock of hair from his forehead. "I'll be right back," she said softly.
She walked over to the table, where Gwen had spread out her breakfast. She hadn't touched it, of course, because Merlin and the boy had burst in so suddenly. Now she was glad it was here, because she could give some to the boy, to help him get stronger. First she poured him a goblet of fresh water, then she considered the spread of food on the table. There was the usual bread and cheese and some fruits. The bread, she decided, would probably be too difficult for him to chew. But maybe he could handle a small wedge of cheese, or some berries. She placed a few of these on a plate and carried it, along with the goblet, over to the bed. She set both of them on the table beside the bed, then sat down next to him.
"Here, let me help you sit up so you can drink," she said. "I brought a little bit of food for you, too... You'll need to eat if you're going to get your strength up."
She reached down and put her arms around the boy, lifting him up slightly. It was heartbreaking how very light he was. Once he was propped up against the pillows in a half-seated position, Morgana brought the goblet to him lips. "Here you go."
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Post by morg on Nov 14, 2012 23:29:53 GMT -5
Although the situation had begun badly, all it took was the mention of Mordred to make Morgana forget all about her momentary fear and uneasiness. Immediately, her face lit up with a brilliant, joyful smile.
"Mordred!" she gasped, searching the old woman's face as if she expected to see the druid boy staring back at her. She had already resigned herself to the thought that she probably would never see the boy again. It was enough for her to know that he was out there, alive and, hopefully, safe, and that she had given him a chance to live, even if it meant a life on the run.
"Have you seen him? How is he? Please tell me he hasn't dared to come close to Camelot again..."
She trailed off, a frown darkening her face. If Mordred came back to Camelot, Uther would surely not rest until he was caught.
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Post by morg on Nov 10, 2012 17:27:23 GMT -5
That smile tugged at her heart. He was so brave and so innocent that Morgana couldn't help the tears that welled up in her eyes. She understood without words that he was trying to thank her for helping him. Even if he didn't speak, it was clear that he understood exactly what was happening. He was simply too ill and too frightened to speak right now. She couldn't blame him for that. The situation was quite serious, and no one was more aware of that fact than Morgana.
If Uther were to discovered what she was doing, he'd be furious. The boy would surely be executed, and there was no telling what he'd do to her. Lock her in the dungeon again? Put her in the stocks? Maybe even cast her out of Camelot altogether? Surely he wouldn't dare have her executed--he'd never break his promise to her father Gorlois. But she was still putting herself in great danger to help this boy.
But there was a time to be safe and a time to do what was right... and now was certainly the latter. This was the right thing to do. Killing an innocent child was a monstrous thing to do, and she was not going to just stand by and let it happen.
She returned his smile, dabbing at his forehead with the cloth. "You must be thirsty," she said softly, glancing over at the pitcher of water Gwen had brought in that morning. "Would you like some water?I can help you sit up so you can drink it. Just nod yes or shake your head if you don't."
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Post by morg on Nov 10, 2012 17:08:52 GMT -5
He should have kept running, because in that moment Morgana realized something about Merlin--something she could use. Merlin had a weakness, and she'd been a fool not to realize it sooner.
He always wanted to believe the best of people, even if they'd let him down. No matter how much had happened and how much time had passed, he couldn't quite forget the person she used to be. She still meant something to him, and he still had a soft spot for the innocence in her voice. It didn't matter that she wasn't innocent anymore--that girl was gone now. She was a different person now.
But maybe he'd never stopped mourning her loss, even though it had been he who had killed her. Maybe it was his guilt that made him turn back. When he had given her that poisoned water, he had murdered the old Morgana. And she was all that was left... no longer weak and innocent, but powerful and filled with anger and hatred. He might have thought of her as evil, but she didn't think of herself that way. She was only fighting for what she believed was right... even if she was doing it the wrong way.
She managed to keep from smirking as she began to understand the power she still held over him. This was a power that went beyond magic... it was the power of the heart.
"I don't want anything from you," she said in an injured tone. "I was out hunting, and I didn't expect to see you."
She gave a tiny shiver as a particularly cold breeze blew through, pushing her hood off of her head and ruffling through her tangled curls.
She gave him an almost shy smile, then spoke again, with a tiny catch in her voice for added effect. It had always worked for Uther.... "You look well, Merlin. I--I guess I shouldn't keep you out in this terrible cold. Please... don't tell Arthur you saw me?"
She shivered again, pulling her hood up over her head and walking away slowly, with a slight stumble. He didn't see her smile after she turned away, fully expecting him to call her back this time.
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Post by morg on Nov 8, 2012 22:45:37 GMT -5
Tagged: Caitrin
Timeline: Season 3, Episode 13 (The Coming of Arthur, Part 2)
Location: Great Hall/Throne Room
Notes: Time for eeevil! Morgana
It was good to be queen, Morgana thought to herself. No wonder men fought wars and tried to conquer kingdoms. The power of ruling a kingdom was intoxicating and once one acquired a taste for it, it would be impossible to give up. This was especially true for Morgana, who was greatly enjoying the opportunity to use her power to exact revenge against her enemies. Uther may have been her original enemy, but as far as Morgana was concerned, everyone in Camelot was now her enemy.
There was poor, old, pitiful Gaius, who had tried for years to suppress her magic with sleeping draughts. There was Merlin and his infernal meddling. There was Gwen, once her best friend, but now, if her nightmares were true, destined to become Arthur's queen. And there was Arthur, her brother, who would try to take the throne away from her once again. Well, he couldn't have it. Not this time.
While Arthur was hiding in the woods like the coward he was, Morgana would just have to take it out on those who were loyal to him. She particularly enjoyed torturing Sir Leon, the ever-loyal and noble knight.
The Lady Caitrin was also imprisoned in her dungeon. She was far too loyal to Arthur, and Morgana hoped to break her of this. So she sent her guards to summon the girl to the throne room, and made her kneel before her.
"Hello, Lady Caitrin. I hope you're enjoying your new accomodations," she said with a smirk.
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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 morg on Nov 8, 2012 19:10:42 GMT -5
Morgana let out a breath. She'd been startled mostly, and that had made her cry out. A lady of high birth such as herself, a ward of the king of Camelot, couldn't be too careful after all. There were brutes and mercenaries who would love to get their hands on her out of revenge against Uther. But this was merely an old woman. What harm could she possibly do?
But of course, she could have magic. Uther would have said that automatically made her an enemy, but Morgana didn't have the same fear or hatred of magic that Uther did. To her, it seemed like a gift. After all, the druid boy, Mordred, had magic, didn't he? Since meeting him, Morgana had found herself becoming increasingly sympathetic to the plight of the druids and other people with magic. They didn't seem evil to her. Sometimes she almost felt like... no. No, she didn't have magic. She couldn't. Uther would kill her.
Morgana searched the eyes of the woman, relaxing visibly.
"I'm sorry. You startled me, is all."
When the woman mentioned a message for her, Morgana's pale eyes widened. "A message? From whom?"
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Post by morg on Nov 7, 2012 23:41:41 GMT -5
Tag: Princess Polyxena
Timeline: Before Series 1, when Morgana was about 14 years old
Season: Spring
Location: Outside of the castle
Note: I hope it's OK I'm calling you Poly, instead of Xena. I just think Morgana would call her Poly.
Uther's court could be a lonely place for a young lady. It was often very male-dominated, and there wasn't much for a girl Morgana's age to do, unless they happened to be hosting kings or knights and their families. Luckily for Morgana, this week, they would be hosting the King of Graecia and his daughter Princess Polyxena. Morgana was greatly looking forward to visiting with Poly, who she hadn't seen since she was 11 years old. They wrote letters to each other, though, which was a great comfort for Morgana when she grew tired of Arthur and all the other boys at the court.
She couldn't believe she was finally going to see her friend again! She had so many ideas for things they could do while Poly was visiting. They could go riding, they could go to the street festival, maybe they could even walk through some of the hidden areas of the castle. Morgana was just sure that there were secret passageways under the castle, and she thought it would be terribly exciting to find a few.
Poly was supposed to be here any moment, and so Morgana was pacing in the square in front of the castle, hoping to get a glimpse of her friend.
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