Tag: Mordred Timeline: Season 1, Episode 7 (The Beginning of the End), Mid- Morning Location: Morgana's chambers
He was just a boy. Morgana couldn't get over the boy's luminous eyes as she stared down at his pale, sweaty face. From the moment Merlin had brought the boy into her room for protection, Morgana had felt a strange connection with him. She didn't even know his name, and she already felt certain that she would never let any harm come to this boy.
How could anyone want to hurt this child? Any child? He was so small, so helpless, so innocent. Yes, he was a druid boy, but that didn't mean he deserved to die. No one that young deserved to die, and if Uther truly meant to kill the child, then maybe he was the monster.
Now that she was alone with the boy, Morgana carefully lifted his small body and carried him over to her bed. Arthur had already checked her room, and now no one would dare walk into her chambers unannounced. Gwen and Merlin were welcome, of course, but no one else.
Once she had the child settled comfortably on her pillows, she sat down on the bed next to him and held a cool cloth to his damp forehead.
"There now, isn't that better?" she said. "You're going to be fine. I'm going to take care of you. My name is Morgana."
Of all the reactions he could have had to seeing her, for some reason, that was the one that hurt the most. Maybe it was because she was already feeling vulnerable, but the fact that he immediately ran away from her, as though he expected her to do something to him, cut her to the quick. It was as though she was some kind of monster, not someone he had once considered a friend.
Morgana was not heartless. She tried very hard to appear that way, but the truth was, her heart beat just the same as anyone else's. And it could be wounded. Maybe she'd brought it on herself, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt when people she once cared about turned away from her with hatred or fear.
"Merlin, wait," she called after him, even though it probably would have been better to let him go. But if he went, he would probably go to fetch Arthur and the knights of Camelot, and then her hunting trip would be cut short.
"I'm not here to plot against you. I just..."
She trailed off. What did it matter? He wouldn't believe her, anyway. "Forget it. I'll go."
It was perfect weather for a fair. Morgana loved the chance to walk among the people and see all the different sights. There were street performers, dancing or playing music. Magicians, of course, were banned, but there were puppet shows and jesters trying to entertain the crowds. But what Morgana loved most were the stands selling silks and jewels. Uther had given her some spending money to buy whatever she wanted, and she was eager to buy something pretty.
Things between Morgana and Uther had been strained since the druid boy, Mordred, had escaped from Camelot. He still suspected that she was involved, even though she had taken pains to ensure she was with him when Arthur and Merlin smuggled Mordred out of the city. She still remembered the feeling of his hand on her throat, and the horrible look in his eyes as he threatened her. It sent chills down her spine. Because of this, Morgana knew she couldn't trust Uther. He could try to smooth things over by giving her money or gifts, but he'd created a rift between them that would never be healed.
It had really been building for a while. Uther was a cold, stubborn man, and he seemed to be completely filled with hate for people who had magic. Morgana didn't believe it was fair to kill someone for magic, but Uther didn't agree. And the more he continued with his fanatical campaign against anyone with magic, the more Morgana rebelled against him. She couldn't explain why, but she felt a strong sympathy towards anyone with magic. Maybe that was why she had bonded with Mordred so easily.
Morgana paused at a display of silks for sale, drawn by a luminous green silk that would surely bring out her eyes. How she'd love a dress made in that color! She admired it for a moment before deciding to purchase it. She paid her money and waited for the merchant to wrap it for her. In a few moments she was on her way. She was even humming softly to herself as she passed one of the booths. She didn't expect anything to happen, so when the woman grabbed her arm, Morgana was temporarily confused.
"Ow!" she cried. "What on earth... Who are you? Unhand me this instant!"
Tag: Arthur Timeline: Series 4, episode 3 (The Wicked Day), the day of Uther's funeral Time of Day: Early Morning[/size]
It was strange how sometimes, the thing you thought you wanted more than anything brought no satisfaction whatsoever. How many times had Morgana envisioned this moment? How many times had she wished Uther dead? And now he was. She had thought she would feel elated, triumphant. She thought she would be happier about it. But from the moment Agravaine had told her about Uther's death, Morgana had been filled with a curious emptiness.
Maybe that emptiness had been there for a while, ever since she'd been cast out of Camelot and lost Morgause. Maybe Uther's death reminded her of a time when she might have cared. She had always thought she'd be at Arthur's side, comforting him, mourning with him, and encouraging him about becoming king. Instead, she was an outcast. Definitely not welcome, not at the funeral, or the coronation.
Which was why it was completely insane for her to be here right now. But she needed to see him, to see the body of the man she had once loved and hated more than any other. Her father. She didn't know whether she just wanted to be sure that he was really dead or if she just needed closure. Like seeing him would make it real, and then she would feel the relief she had expected to feel.
It was very early in the morning, before dawn, and she had managed to distract the guards using her magic, so that she could creep into the city, then into the castle, and finally into the throne room, where Uther's body lay in state in preparation for the funeral. She was dressed all in black and moved slowly as she moved toward the coffin. When she reached him, she stopped, feeling a horrible sick feeling in her stomach. She was not supposed to feel this way. She was not supposed to feel this terrible emptiness. She wasn't sad, and she wasn't happy... she was just empty.
She stared down at his face, wishing she knew something to say that would make herself feel better. But there was nothing.
She turned away. It had been a mistake to come here. There was no closure... Uther was dead and Arthur was just going to take his place--the place that rightfully should have been hers. As she turned, however, the great doors opened. Her eyes widened and she tried to hide, but there was no where to go. She was trapped.
Morgana was in a bit of a mood that morning. She hadn't heard from Morgause in a while, and she was getting impatient to start planning their take over of Camelot. To make matters worse, the melee was taking place soon, which meant that Morgana would be forced to get dressed up like a show pony, then sit there and pretend to care about the whole event. Sometimes it seemed as though her only function in Camelot was to sit there and look pretty.
Uther was being particularly irritating this morning at breakfast, going on and on about his first melee or something. She had stopped paying attention and had excused herself early. She needed some fresh air, so she decided to take a walk through the garden. Maybe she could find a way to contact Morgause, so they could get started with their plans again.
At least the roses were blooming, and it was a beautiful morning. She could just enjoy the fresh air and the scent of roses and she didn't have to fake her smiles right now.
She didn't notice that anyone else was around, so when she heard the voice not far away, she glanced up in surprise. She'd never seen him before, but he was handsome... in that dirty, unshaven sort of way. Not that she liked that sort of thing. Still, she could have a little fun...
"I wouldn't mind company if it was the right kind of company," she replied haughtily, but eyes danced with mischief. "Unfortunately, I don't see anyone here that meets that description."
"I'm the High Priestess of the Old Religion," Morgana grumbled to herself. "You'd think I'd be able to keep my wretched hovel warm."
It was a bitterly cold day, only weeks before the Winter Solstice. It was on days like this that Morgana positively ached for the warmth and comfort of Camelot. When it snowed, Uther would order a feast of hot, comforting foods... Ham and wild turkey, venison, potatoes and fresh baked breads. There were warm ciders and hot, sweet pies. She'd be clad in warm velvets and furs and sitting by the fire, laughing with Arthur like she hadn't a care in the world.
If only she had known then that one day, she'd be sitting on a hard, wooden chair in a tiny, dirty hovel with a fire that just couldn't fight the cold that seeped through the thin walls. What would she have done differently?
Oh, she was glad Uther was dead. She didn't miss him... she merely missed the luxury of those days. She was entitled to that luxury... she was the queen. Or she should have been, anyway. When she had been enjoying the comfortable feasts at Camelot, Uther had been lying to her, calling her his "ward" and not his daughter. She could never forgive that, and she could not forgive Arthur for taking her rightful place.
The fire sputtered, and Morgana stared at it, her eyes glowing amber as the flames rose up anew. Maybe she could have her own winter feast. Standing up, she grabbed her warmest cloak, one of the last ones she had left from her days at Camelot. This one was black, but lined with a thick fur on the inside. It was more subtle than the shimmery velvet cloaks she had once worn, so it would suit her purpose.
She shivered as she stepped outside, the chill seeming to run right into her bones. The exercise of hunting would do her good.
She wandered for a while, searching for the telltale tracks of a deer or some other large animal. She was so intent on scanning the ground that she didn't notice how close she was becoming to Camelot itself. This was careless of her, and if she had realized it, she would have been angry with herself.
She had just spotted some interesting tracks in the snow and was about to move towards it when she heard a movement in the underbrush. She whirled around, ready to aim a spell when she saw the deer's eyes... only what she saw was not a deer.
.:Name of Character:. Lady Morgana Pendragon .:Nick Name:. Morgana, The Witch, Queen .:Age:. 25 .:Race:. Camelotian, High Priestess of the Old Religion .:Status:. Royalty/Nomad
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.:Physical Appearance:. To say that Morgana is beautiful would be an understatement. She is stunning, with porcelain skin that creates a striking contrast against her long, jet black curls. But her most arresting feature is her pale green eyes, which may seem icy cold when she is angry. In her days at Camelot, she was known for her beautiful, luxurious gowns of shimmering silks and satins and her rich velvet cloaks, but these days, she is more inclined to dress all in black, her hair now tangled and messy instead of being impeccably styled. .:Height:. 5'5" .:Portrayed by:. Katie McGrath
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.:Personality:. Morgana once was a proud but good-hearted, compassionate young woman with a spirited and daring nature. But time and circumstances have changed her, and all that she once was is now buried under layers of anger, bitterness, and pain. She is vengeful and cold, but at times, one can see glimpses of the girl she used to be. She seems to be consumed with hatred and greed, allowing her magic and her anger to corrupt her. But deep down, she is hurt and damaged, and has been twisted by the influences of people, like her half-sister Morgause, who did not really have her best interests at heart. Her initial motivation might have been to get revenge on Uther Pendragon, who she believed to be a cruel and unforgiving tyrant, she does not realize just how much she has come to resemble him in her quest to take over the throne of Camelot, which she believes to be rightfully hers. .:Strengths:. Morgana's strengths include her magical ability and her ability to see the future in her dreams. She is also highly intelligent, stubborn, determined, and a strong fighter. .:Weaknesses:. Morgana's greatest weakness is her short-sightedness. She often acts without properly thinking thing through, and even when she does plot things out carefully, she still fails to see the overall effect of her actions. She is easily influenced by the wrong people, and often allows anger to cloud her judgement. Although some people would say she no longer cares about anything but herself, the truth is, she cares too much, and after being let down and betrayed by people she cared about, she allowed her pain to turn into bitterness. .:Magic Abilities:. Natural magic, prophecy (Seer), common spells. .:Special Skills:. She is also a skilled swordfighter and horseback rider. .:Accents:. British, of the upper class.
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.:Birthplace:. House of Gorlois .:Family:. Mother: Vivienne, deceased Father: Uther Pendragon, deceased Adopted Father: Gorlois Paternal Half-Brother: Arthur Pendragon Maternal Half-Sister: Morgause .:Occupation:. High Priestess of the Old Religion, would-be queen of Camelot .:Current Location of Residence:. Hovel in the woods .:History:. Morgana's mother Vivienne had an affair with Uther Pendragon while her husband, Gorlois, was away fighting in the Northern Plains, and Morgana was the result. She was raised in the house of Gorlois, believing him to be her true father. She was close with Gorlois, and he was very fond of her as well. Her mother Vivienne died when Morgana was very young, and her first-born daughter, Morgause, was smuggled out of Camelot before Morgana was even born and given to the High Priestess of the Old Religion for training.
Morgana was only ten years old when Gorlois was killed in battle by enemies of Camelot. Uther, guilt-ridden over the death of his closest friend, took Morgana to raise as his "ward," all the while secretly hiding the fact that she was actually his daughter. Morgana, devastated by the death of her adopted father, fought Uther with everything she had, questioning him and challenging him and rebelling against him at every opportunity. She trained in combat, especially swordfighting, alongside her half-brother Arthur, and even bested him a few times. She also began having terrible nightmares, some of which seemed prophetic. She didn't understand them and it took her years before she realized that her dreams often came true. She sought aid from Gaius, the court physician, who recognized the beginning stages of magic and tried to help the young girl by stifling it with sleeping potions.
As she grew, Morgana saw first hand the effects of Uther's ban on magic. She saw executions ordered, people begging for their lives, grieving mothers crying for their children and swearing vengeance. She tried to argue against it, begging Uther for leniency. She didn't really see magic as being an instrument as evil, as Uther did, but she recognized the evil in his attempts to eradicate it without concern for whom he might hurt in the process.
Through the years, her closest friend was her lady's maid, Guinevère. Gwen was someone she could tell her secrets to, someone she could laugh with. She didn't even think of her as a servant, but as her friend. She was also close with Arthur, although they did have something of a friendly rivalry.
When Merlin came to Camelot and became Arthur's servant, Morgana developed a friendship with him as well. She saw him as someone she could trust, and when he brought a young druid boy to her for protection, she was only too glad to help. Surely it was wrong for Uther to kill such a young boy, simply because he was a druid, and she would not allow it. She fought to save the boy, who was ill, and eventually convinced Arthur to help her get the boy out of Camelot. As her magical powers began to grow, she turned to Merlin seeking reassurance. He couldn't give that to her, but he sent her in the direction of the druids, where she met with Mordred again and learned the truth of her powers.
When Morgause first came to Camelot, Morgana felt an immediate connection with her. Morgause even gave her a bracelet that stopped the nightmares which Morgana had been suffering from with increasing frequency. Because of this, Morgana was eager to meet with Morgause again when she received a message from her, and it was then that she learned that Morgause was her long-lost older sister. After expressing her anger and hatred of Uther and his tyranny, Morgause enlisted her to help with her plan to overthrow him, without revealing the truth of the plan. She enchanted Morgana, making her the source of a terrible sleeping plague, that caused everyone in Camelot to fall into a deep sleep. Arthur and Merlin, who had been away when the plague began, returned to Camelot to find that Morgana was the only one awake, and an army of enchanted soldiers coming to invade the defenseless city. Merlin soon realized that Morgana was the source of the plague and that the only way to end the plague was for Morgana to die, or for Morgause to remove the enchantment. So he reluctantly poisoned Morgana with hemlock-laced water. As she gasped for breath, Morgana realized that Merlin had betrayed her. With one last accusing look, Morgana lost consciousness. But Morgause, sensing her sister's distress, came to her rescue and demanded that Merlin tell her what he used to poison Morgana. He did, but only after she removed the enchantment. As the spell lifted and the plague's effects wore off, Uther regained consciousness just in time to see Morgause vanish with Morgana.
Morgana stayed with Morgause for a year, during which time Uther scoured the countryside searching for her. She learned magic from Morgause, and her powers grew, as did her anger and bitterness at Camelot and all of its residents. When finally, Arthur discovered Morgana seemingly in distress at the remains of a druid camp, Morgana was thirsty for revenge and ready to play the part of the loving, dutiful ward. Throughout the next several months, Morgana plotted and schemed against the king, and is always thwarted by Merlin.
On Morgana's birthday, Merlin, believing that Morgana was going to murder Uther, caused Morgana to fall down the stairs, where she fractured her skull. Gaius said that the injury was a fatal one, and did not expect her to recover, which devastated Uther. While standing over her unconscious body, Uther revealed for the first time a terrible secret--Morgana was not just his ward, she was his daughter. What he did not know was that Morgana, though unconscious, heard him. She did recover when Merlin used magic to heal her, and she awoke with a new sense of vengeance. Not only did she want to destroy Uther's reign, but she now wanted to take the throne for herself, which she believes she deserves.
She continued to plot and scheme, even against Arthur and Gwen, and eventually succeeded in taking over Camelot with the help of Morgause, Cenred, and an immortal army. She became queen for a while, but her tyranny made her hated by the people of Camelot, and eventually she was defeated by Merlin, Arthur, and Arthur's knights, including Lancelot, Gwaine, Elyan, and Percival. Morgause was injured in the battle, and a grieving Morgana escaped Camelot with her sister.
Morgana continued in her mission to take over the throne of Camelot, even after Uther's death. She has essentially turned against everyone she once cared about in her quest, and she has been reduced to living in a small hovel in the woods.
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Smoke filled the air, clogging her lungs and making it difficult to breathe. She could barely see her hand in front of her face as she slowly got to her feet. Pain shot through her leg and back, and she nearly fell back to the hard sand. Taking a deep breath, she stayed on her feet and began to walk through the smoky battlefield, stepping over the bodies of the dead and wounded. As she moved, she could recognize the harsh smells of blood and death, and when she looked down she could recognize the faces of people she once knew. Sir Leon, Gwaine, Elyan... Arthur. They were all dead. A sharp pain shot through her side, and she felt to her knees beside Arthur's motionless form. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes as she looked at him, his once proud face now still and vacant. For a moment, she closed her eyes, remembering how close they had once been. That had been so very long ago.
She touched the painful spot in her side, and felt the telltale stickiness of blood against her fingers. It was a large wound... probably a mortal one. So many lives lost... and what was it for? Suddenly it didn't seem important anymore. She wished she could go back to her days at Camelot, when she was Uther's ward. That was before the magic, before the death, before the violence and hatred. She'd had friends then. Now she was alone.
Or was she? She heard a movement, not far away, and she looked up to see a figure standing near her. Merlin. The accusation was there in his eyes, but he didn't say a word. He didn't have to. She knew what he was thinking. She had done this. It didn't have to be this way, but she'd made her choices.
The pain seemed to double, and she began to shake. She was dying...
Then she sat up in her bed, her brow drenched with sweat. The nightmares were getting worse... But surely that wasn't her future, was it?
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