Arthur stopped in front of the door, his hand on the handle.

He almost turned away, almost walked away from the now untouched room of the castle.

But he didn't.

Instead he stepped forward, opened the door and crossed the threshold closing the door behind him.

He didn't get far in before he stopped and looked around.

The room sickened him, it was exactly the same, everything was where it should be, where she wanted it to be.

Arthur looked around at the bed he often crawled into in the dead of night to comfort her when she had a nightmare.

And he saw the dagger he gave her for her birthday, on her vanity.

Arthur sighed, and shook his head, as if it would help him forget the person she had become.

With sad eyes he reached in his pocket and put down a pebble on the table next to her dagger.

He backed away bowed his head respectfully, mourning his sister.

"Happy birthday Morgana."

It was a new whisper among older ones. Stirring the old ghosts of Camelot and the watchful spirits hidden in the shadows.

Morgana watched the scene in her scrying ball, confusion filling her features.

Deep down where her mad desire for vengeance hadn't infected, sadness danced around.

The pebble no matter how significant it seemed brought back happy memories from when they were children.

Arthur had given a pebble to her for her fifth birthday, claiming that it would help with the nightmares until her next birthday.

He gave her one each year until Uther made him stop.

The side of her corrupted by hate, couldn't help but feel anger at the lie, no matter how small.

But the small side that wasn't filled with desires of vengeance, was grateful.

It hadn't helped at all, at least not with the dreams. But it made her nights easier as a child when she could reach under her pillow and feel the pebble's smooth surface and feel reassured.

Morgana waved the image and memories away.

Agravaine slowly walked in the room.

Right where she said it was, next to the dagger.

The traitor picked it up after a short examination, not understanding why she had wanted it.

He shrugged mentally to himself, if the Lady Morgana wanted it, he would get it.

Agravaine walked out of the room, placing it in his pocket.

His Lady had commanded him to get it, there was no reason to question it.

I got bored. This is the result. Yep. I'm going to go now.

Merlin isn't mine