"I saw another vision" stated Morgana. She was ghostly pale framed by the dark unbound locks that fell past her shoulders. She must be cold garbed only in a sleeveless green dress but she did not shake. She only stood rigid, barefoot on the grassy turf of the courtyard.
"A vision! Please tell me." Said Merlin, though his attention was focused mainly on the texts and scrolls laid out in front of him.
"I saw a vision of what is to come" began Morgana slowly "In the vision there was darkness and in it a white light the shape of a strong house. On the house was perched a golden dragon…. a golden dragon was perched on the house, surrounding it were five smaller dimmer lights that circled it until they all came together as one. Then the dragon's light glowed even brighter" She drifted off unsure of her next words, the images of the vision already slipping away. Instead she leaned against the stone wall, cheek pressed on the icy rock that leeched the warmth from her. Morgana traced her fingers delicately on a fading symbol that was etched precisely onto the stone. Her eyes stared hard at Merlin's back.
"Good vision, hopeful, bright future. Sounds great, anything else?" said Merlin plainly, "or is that it because I've heard many-"
"There is more!" said Morgana sharply, a little hurt that Merlin wasn't taking her very seriously. "The vision I saw ended there but it is part of something bigger, I can feel it. When I woke there was a sensation lingering in my mind. There's more to be seen, I just haven't seen it…yet." She finished with a sniff. She wrapped her arms around her, wishing that the robe she was currently wearing was a little less sheer. Merlin looked up at her. He sighed softly.
"You'll have to tell me the rest of the vision when it comes, won't you now?" He said, his mouth curling upwards in smile. "I am interested. But for now go back to bed. You can speak to Nimueh about what you saw of course. She is more proficient in that area of the Old Religion. She'll have a lot more to say than you can get from me." Morgana nodded her head twice before walking away. "Oh!" cried Merlin suddenly. She turned to face him.
"Go get some more blankets to cover yourself. I don't understand how you aren't frozen already!"
She smiled gently as she returned to her bed.
Merlin jolted, startled out of his memory. How long ago was that? She couldn't have been more than 15. He remembered taking her to Camelot shortly after for her 16th birthday where she decided she wanted to stay. She then became a ward to Royal Household thanks to Ygraine who apparently knew her mother. How old was Morgana now? 24 or 25 at least. Almost ten years. And so much had changed. He stared at the woman in front of him. Her skin was ivory and seemed almost whiter than the stone behind her and just as cold. Her hair was black and done in an elaborate braid held by a silver clasp at the back. She wore a finely embroidered dress of deep green. The sleeves flowed regally at her side and the edges had gold thread stitched patterns. She was a different person. He met her eyes briefly, pale green meeting his light blue. He made to continue on his way to his tower.
"Merlin, I saw a vision." Was all she said and all that was needed to have him stop. "The dragon's light faded when he swallowed a raven, the raven and dragon both died and then everything was red. In the dying light a figure stood; he was obscured by a flickering shadow and in his face was the hint of a dark promise that never came." Morgana gave a smile, more like a smirk as the words left her mouth. She stood upright with her back to the wall, looking intently at Merlin. He spun around so that he faced her and opened his mouth to say something but closed it quickly as he thought better of it. Instead he slowly turned and walked away. The setting sun cast a yellow light on everything as he hurried through the corridors. A beam of light caught him in the face and as he lifted his arm to shield his eyes he saw a glimpse of birds flying away. For that moment he wished he could fly away as well. He shook his head and then kept on walking. All the way to his tower he could feel Morgana's eyes on him.
A/N: thanks for reading! I'll try and update somewhat. 8) Expect nothing!
This is an AU world BTW if you haven't noticed. Sort of somewhat incorporating the actual show with
bits of Arthurian legend (sort of) and bits of whatever.