Hello everyone :) Sorry I havent been on for ages, work getting in the way -_- But I am working on alot of fics too...this one is for a good friend of mine and based off her own RP character :)

Disclaimer: I dont own Merlin

Morgana was furious, very furious. Once again, Uther and Arthur lived and she was still forced to live in a small hovel and feeling hunted all the time. She had been so close this time, but somehow her poisoned drink hadn't managed to find its way into the drinks at Camelots feast.

Someone must have either seen her putting the poison into the vat or recognised the wine was off colour and decided not to serve it and use a fresh batch. Either way, she had failed. Agravaine kept assuring her that they would get chances but he didn't have to live in a squalid hut did he?

Then a loud crash issued from outside and Morgana flinched slightly and slowly walked over to the door and opened it. To see a large pillar of fire coming from what was left of a large copse of trees. Something had destroyed several trees instantly…something hot.

And something that radiated magic. So much of it in fact that she was shivering as the power flowed through her but she couldn't twist it to her will yet…as though someone was stopping her. She donned her cloak and strode out of the hovel and began walking to the fire nearby. If this was Emrys, she didn't know what to do…she had only seen him in visions and they scared her. She had to find him and get rid of him before he found her…

And with this much magic around, maybe she could match him?

The thought excited her and she walked faster and faster until she came across a large fiery crater, fifty feet wide and flames dotted around the periphery. She didn't want her dress in flames so she extinguished them with a spell and looked around, wondering what had caused it.

"Morgana le Fay…Its an honour My Lady"

"Who are you? Show yourself" Morgana commanded but she was unnerved. She didn't know how to use that way of communicating yet. Only Mordred had spoken to her that way and she had no idea where he was.

"Forgive me, I didn't know you weren't able to speak with your thoughts yet. But you will"

Morgana spun around on her heel to face a young girl with long black hair with red tips. But it was her eyes that got her attention. At first they had been an love green, much like her own. But for a few seconds, Morgana was sure her eyes changed colour. A light pink. She didn't know such a pigment was possible. But she felt the magic again and knew this girl was the cause of it. Her age was impossible to determine. She spoke with wisdom and a hint of amusement and that vexed Morgana more than she wanted to admit.

"Who are you" Morgana asked, avoiding the statement about her abilities…and wondering why was she calling her 'Le Fay'.

"Elysia" she replied, moving closer to the witch, her long red dress rustling behind her.

"Where are you from" Morgana asked now.

"It's a long story…maybe we should talk? About Camelot, the fact you are Uthers daughter…and you are rightly afraid of Emrys. I can help" Elysia said as she gently held Morganas hand.

Morgana was still a little shocked but nodded slowly and led this strange girl back to her home. She had powerful magic, but different to hers somehow. And she felt as though she was hiding a lot of things but wouldn't tell anyone.

Something they could agree on she thought as the hovel came into view again.

She didn't notice Elysia keep throwing her sideways glances though and Elysia was smiling at who she had found…of all the people, she was one of two that she had always wanted to meet.

The other…..was Emrys himself.