Hey, so this is my first ever fan fiction! I just had this idea and I couldn't get it out of my head. I'm trying to set it around the time before season 5, but there might be some discrepancies. Either way, I hope you enjoy.
Morgana picked her way through the wretched cave. The walls were covered in mold, the floor was littered with who knows what, and the rocks on the floor seemed to reek of death. Small lizards and bugs scattered across her path now and then as she carefully climbed further and further inside. At last she found what she was looking for. Sitting patiently, almost as though she knew Morgana was coming, lay a grotesque old sorceress. Age had not been kind to her and her haggard old body was plagued with wrinkles, warts, and strange growths. Her eyes had faded with time and were now a lack-luster gray that spoke of wisdom and pain. At Morgana's approach she lifted her weary face and gave Morgana a grin that sent chills down her spine.
"The Lady Morgana has come to visit little old me? Times must be desperate."
Morgana lifted her chin in defiance. "I have not come for you, but rather for what you posses."
The old witch gave a knowing sneer, "And what in the kingdoms could that be?"
"Don't play a fool," Morgana snapped, "The grimward, I want it." The old woman frowned,
"And why should I give it to you? Last I heard you have been on the losing side countless times because of the great Emrys. Why should this attempt be any different?"
"Because," Morgana explained in her cool and even tone, "This time I will know exactly what Arthur and Emrys plan before they can even consider it. With the grimward I will gain the knowledge of every tactic they will ever try."
The witch gave the young lady a small grin and reached into the thick gray cloak covering her. From within the folds she pulled out a thick stone tablet, scarred in complex symbols and ancient incantations long forgotten by time.
"You understand," the witch stated as she passed the tablet into Morgana's waiting hands, "That the grimward requires a heavy sacrifice. A sorcerer who has lived that long and can be killed will not be easy to find."
"I understand," Morgana spoke as she drew out her sharpened dagger and plunged it into the feeble witches chest, "A sorceress, however, is standing right in front of me."
The witch gaped at Morgana with wide eyes that quickly drained of the little life she had left. Morgana's face betrayed no emotions and offered little pity to the now dead witch. As she knelt over the body, she cut out what she required. She stuffed the heart that had just finished beating into her bag and left the cave carrying her new-found weapon.
YAY! So of course this is short (being a sort of prelude) but I'll have the first chapter up immediately. As a new writer I would love any suggestions you have ,so review away!