"Morgana."
She lifted her head. The voice that was behind her invaded her empty heart and painted its walls with a warmth that was rare to her these days. Sitting in the cave with only the dampness and the echos of dripping water for company wasn't pleasant. She was succumbed to living in a dirty, dark cave while her brother sat on her throne and paraded the halls of her castle. The only thing she could ever look forward to as she waited for her rightful place to be returned was that voice.
"Mordred?"
"Yes."
She leaped from the rickety chair she had stolen from a lonely cottage in the woods before throwing herself at the young man standing in the leak of light that reflected off his dark tousled hair. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly to her as he returned the embrace until, finally, she pushed him back to look him up and down.
He was fine. Not a bruise was on his body nor were there any cuts. He was undamaged and safe and still cladded in chain mail and a rich red cloak bearing the Camelot cress. The plan was still in action then.
"I did it. I bring you his blood." He said reaching into his armour. He pulled out a flask which he pinched between his fingers and dangled in front of her. A smile stretched across his face. "No one suspects a thing."
Without breathing, Morgana tore the flask from his hands and brought it to her eyes, suspecting the dark red liquid that struggled within it's glass prison. It was fresh. It was screeching with life. It was riveting with a soul that was oozing with love.
It was just asking to be used.
"How did you do it?" her voice came out as a whisper as her breath slowly came back to her. "How did you get it?"
"Lets just say if Arthur keeps persisting on using his servant as a dummy for our training then an accident was bound to happen eventually and it was going to be no ones fault but his own."
"How badly did you hurt him?"
"Enough. I sliced his side with my sword but only lightly. Gaius was able to heal him in no time and I lent my 'humble services' enabling me to wash the wound and transfer any blood I soaked up into this nice little tumbler that, unbeknown to him, Gaius lent me."
"What would I ever do without your Mordred?"
"Funny, Arthur said the same thing to me only earlier."
Morgana scoffed letting her laughter dance on her tongue as she turned to the bowl that sat on the ground among dry autumn leaves. "My poor, oblivious, brainless idiot of a brother. What have you let yourself in for?"
With a slight tip of her wrist, she poured the red water into the bowl. It bounced and swayed and leaped for the edges but not a drop managed to escape. Then, after a few more gentle turns, it stilled.
"Now me?"
She looked back at Mordred who stood directly behind her, watching the blood from over her shoulder. His hand was raised and he held a dagger above his palm. His eyes caught hers. They were so sure and ready without any hint of doubt within them. They were the same, loving blue eyes of the little boy that once saved her life. He was still the same lost little boy who had been wronged and hurt by Uther and his laws. He was her family. He was only person left on this earth that she cared about. This was going to hurt him, but it could save his life and bring back what once was theirs.
They nodded to one another.
Then Mordred stabbed the dagger into his hand.
He pulled the blade down through his flesh. His lips tightened but apart from that he showed no evidence of pain. Once he opened his palm he pulled the blade out and squeezed his hand into a fist above the bowl letting his blood drip and join the awaiting blood.
"Mestura de sangue, e se funden." Morgana began to hiss. "Deixe súas almas se unen e se fan un." The bloods jumped and prowled like oceans at war. The pool of blood at her feet had become alive and it screamed and tore into itself. The redness that it once was began to vanish as the blood turned black like tar. "Deixe a súa vida ser o seu e da súa vida ser o seu." Suddenly the fighting seemed to stop and it turned thick and sticky. It seemed to try and release itself and pull away from the bowl but it couldn't. Then it screamed once more. "A morte como se trata dun vir ata!" And then died – the blood thinned once more, turning back into a liquid that was now still, black, dead water. "It's done."
"You did it Morgana. I knew you would."
She turned to Mordred. Glee shone from his face with excitement and pride. She felt her lips turn into a smile too, a new feeling stirring within her. Confidence. That was what it was. Confidence and eagerness.
"I did." She grinned, "And now if you were to die, so would Merlin, and my dear brother won't have that. We have Arthur right where we want him. We're undefeatable."