AN: First Part of the ten minute Merlin challange. Sorry that it's short and rushed, obviously because it was done in ten minutes. Anyway, if this get's enough interest I'll re-do it and give it more of a backstory.
It shouldn't have upset her. She had always known that something like this was going to happen. She had known for years that one of them would have to die. She had just never expected it to be him.
For so long it was he who she blamed. Every second since she discovered the truth, she accused him of letting her down. She had been so sure, so certain that the path she had taken was the right one. She had screamed their differences at the top of her lungs. Adamant that they could never be the same. But now she realised, they had been.
Morgana had always liked to believe that she was the strong one. It was he who was the coward, he was the one who abandoned their kind, their mission. She had always thought of him as the one too weak to stand up and fight for what was right. As it turned out, he had been the only one fighting.
She tried to remember what he was like, before everything had gone wrong. It had been too long now. A warm smile dissapearing behind a door, a passing grin in a corridoor, a laugh that lit up his face and the whole room with it. These memories were faded, tangled and lost in the confusion of fights, destiny and harsh words. Words that had only ever come from her. She recognised now the emotion that had always filled his voice when he spoke to her. She had always taken it as arrogance. But now she saw it for what it was, regret.
And now he was lying motionless where she had struck him. The whole battlefield was silent, enemies and friends alike staring down in shock at the man they had thought could never die.
The years had not been kind, immortal, like her though he was, stress and sorrow had marred his young features. She wondered if it had done the same to herself.
The man who had once been her brother was kneeling beside the warlock, horror and grief eminating from him like heat from fire. He turned to face her, and with a pang she realised that it was the first time he had ever looked at her with any real hatred. Until then he had clung to the memory of the girl he had grown up with. She tried to remember who that girl had been. Being unable to, she came to the conclusion that he couldn't either.
"Was it worth it?"
She could only shake her head.