Really quick, Modern-Morgana dream drabble. Implied MorganaxMerlin. enjoy!
(first fanfiction. yay!)
They seem so real. So vivid. I can hardly stand it anymore.
I've tried so hard to forget them. But everywhere I look, I see traces. I'll visit unfamiliar places that for some reason feel like home, have conversations that I'm certain have happened before.
Or pass a face on the street that makes my heart stop.
The dreams happen every night.
Sometimes they're nice dreams, of castles in far off lands, of knights and damsels, and warlocks with bright eyes. We travel the kingdom battling evil with courage, wisdom and magic. I can practically feel the wind in my hair, on my cheeks; almost touch the sun's warmth on my skin; nearly hear the echos of my and his laughter, soprano and tenor, as our magics dance together. The grass is soft beneath us, the sky blue above. When I dream like this, I wouldn't mind if I never woke up.
But sometimes they're nightmares.
Sometimes I see myself turned dark from inside. I see myself betraying my friends, my family, everyone i've ever held dear in this world. I see the country burning, the castle in ruins, bodies strewn, bloody and mangled, at my feet. I see the light in my warlock's eyes fade to dark, sorrow and guilt replace what had once been love. I can hear the screams of the people, the pleads for mercy, the begging for pity, please. And I can hear myself whisper
"no".
I feel the poision seep through me.
I stand by and watch my friends die.
I see the suffering, hear the pain and feel the grief resonating all around.
And I know it's because of me.
My name is Morgana LeFay. Every night, I dream of Camelot.