Me: Whay can I say... Well, I started watching Merlin awhile back and this story has been nagging at my brain. So, I was bored during Study Hall and came up with this! I hope you like it!

Evil Me: I know I do!

Me: Ya! Here is my drabble at a Merlin Fanfic. Please tell me if I should continue.

Evil Me: We do not own Merlin. Wish I did... -_-

The weary witch made her way through the lower town. She shifted the small bundle in her arms and whispered comforting words to it. Suddenly, she heard feet hit pavement. She was spotted. The guard come after her. With the little strength she had left, she fought him off with some unrecognizable words. Continuing she walked to the big shiny door. Her eyes drifted close. No. She had to stay awake. She had to keep her safe. Her weak arms opened up the heavy doors. They hit the wall and everything went quiet.

"Guards!"

Someone shouted. Yet, she didn't know who as her eyes slipped closed. Her legs gave out as she slipped into a light slumber. "Morgana" She opened her emerald eyes to a pair of startling blue.

"Merlin... Take care of Vivian." With that she closed her eyes for the last time. "Morgana! Morgana! Wake up!" The young warlock continued to shout out her name. Two people ran up to the sleeping witch. The old physician checked for a pulse.

"Her pulse is low. There is a slime chance she'll make it." Gaius sounded worn out as her gave the old King's Ward a look of sympathy.

"Do anything you can! Just... Just save her!" A shrill cry of a young infant ran across the quiet room. The nobles in the room tried to pin point where the noise came from. Finally a small boy the tender age of 10 pointed to the unconscious witch. King Arthur searched her hood and found the source of the cry. It was a small new-born baby with a small batch of black hair. Arthur tried to stop the crying but came up unsuccessful. Queen Guinevere got up from her throne and made her way to her husband. She grabbed the shrieking baby and cradled it in her arms. The baby instantly stopped crying and opened her eyes. The Queen gasped. Arthur moved over to his wife and gasped too. There was a low murmur in the crowd directed to the high royalty.

"Merlin..." Said servant turned his head to his master. "It has your eyes." The crowd gasped. Merlin turned his head to the Court physician who was feeling Morgana's pulse.

"Her pulse stopped."

Morgana Le Fay passed away that night.

Me: Well there you have it. Please tell me of any grammar errors. I hate thoes buggers.

Evil Me: I didn't think you hated anything... Besides flowers...

Me: I DO NOT HATE FLOWERS! I just don't prefer them. Anywho thanks for reading. Reviews are great for the brain! XD