It was a cold winter's day, Morgana sat on the edge of her bed in her hovel stroking Aithusa's head. 'Nearly another year has passed, and we are not even close in taken over Camelot,' She said this with a sigh, yet a sense of anger was hidden in her tone of voice. Aithusa saw how cold she was because the puff of fog that came out of her mouth while she spoke, this made Aithusa to snuggle against her more. Suddenly Morgana burst into tears, 'Aithusa… I can't, I can't do this anymore…I need someone's comfort. I cannot do this on my own. You are my only living ally but you cannot talk and tell me comforting words.' When Aithusa heard this, she moved her head from the edge of the bed and looked away from Morgana, hurt by what she just said. 'I'm sorry but it's true. However, we have a special bond that no one can replace, after we escaped from where we were trapped for two years, I did not want to leave you. You are my dragon and my dragon only I cannot leave you.' Aithusa then turned around to face Morgana and looked up into her eyes as if she was saying really? At this, Morgana took Aithusa head into a warm embrace and placed her head on hers. Deep down, Aithusa also thought Morgana need someone other than just her. For the rest of the day Morgana had went out to find food for them two.
Before Morgana left her hovel, she checked whether if Aithusa had enough water and snack just in case if something goes wrong. She does this every time she goes out because maybe and just maybe, she might not return one day and leave Aithusa on her own. This thought pops up in her mind every time when she separates from Aithusa. This demonstrates the close bond between the two creatures. Once again, Morgana had to leave with a worrying heart; however she soon was engaged in finding food for them. She had learnt so many different kinds of plants during her 'evil days' because she had to support herself especially after her sister had died…she tried her best to not remind herself of this because emotions of sadness, anger and betrayal quickly fill her every single time. However, every time she comes up with the same answer …Merlin. She envied the trust and loyalty Merlin and Arthur had for each other, and this is what she needs right now. Why is Merlin so loyal to Arthur? and Why does he always destroy my plans? These thoughts filled Morgana's mind each time she thought of Merlin, but somehow, there is a part of her never wanted to kill him. This is because Merlin is indeed a kind and benevolent man. The word 'man' ringed in her ears, did she just call Merlin a 'man', she had always thought Merlin as a 'manservant' and 'feeble boy', but somehow now, she sees him as more of a 'man' than a 'boy'. Again she had to refuse herself from thinking about him because of the pain he had caused her on many occasions which had destroyed their relationship. It was obvious she was affected by this, but she did not allow herself to think that. She had learnt during these years of struggle, to believe in her own lies because this is the only way of trusting herself and stopping her slowly losing her mind.
As she walked through the wood searching meticulously for fruits and berries, she heard a melodious flute sound. It was one the most beautiful noises she had ever heard. She ignorantly followed the sound of the tune and she came to a halt when she saw a man sitting on a rock, overlooking a lake. At first she did not know what to do, what if he recognises her as the evil 'High Priestess' does that mean she had to kill another innocent person in order to protect her identity. However it was too late. The man stopped playing and looked around. Morgana was ready to conjure one of her attacking spells and suddenly time froze as she gazed into the stranger's eyes. They were magnificent. They were Hazel in to middle and somehow the colour emerges to brownish-green and completed with a black outline around the pupil. This gave his eyes an illusion as if they were shining. Morgana and this man carried on looking into each other's eyes.
He heard some leave rustle behind him and immediately turned around. He caught his breath when he saw the beautiful and breath-taking woman in front of him. He knew who she was but did not want her to know that he knows. Therefore, he had heard about all the legends and stories about her. He did not talk because somehow he wanted to keep this moment.
He continued looking at her and her to him, waiting for someone to speak first. Morgana then was slapped back to reality by the cool breeze which made her shiver. She then cleared her throat to break the awkward silence. This made the man jump a bit. She had to say something to break this awkward silence so she said without the message going through her brain, 'I demand to know who you are.' She said this with her chin held up high because she wanted to maintain her character as the evil 'High Priestess'.
He did not know how to reply to this because he was not expecting this from her from all the rumours he heard about her. He was somehow gobsmacked and suddenly released a few hearty chuckles from his mouth.
He just laughed at her! How dare he do this to her! Does he not know who she is! Well, definitely not because he has enough guts to do this. Morgana did not believe the guts this man had because she could easily kill him this second but she didn't because this man was quite interesting…
His chuckles died down as he saw the woman's eyes widen in disbelieve because he might get him into trouble. However he was not scared because he just wasn't. Something about this woman interested him like no woman ever did before. He was determined to find out more about her.
She then straightened herself and raised her chin even higher this time and asked, 'I said, what is your name?' She waited for an answer. 'No you said, 'I demand to know who you are' not 'what is your name''. There he said it, and now he is waiting for an answer. Morgana was caught in a situation again where she did not believe what she just said, 'Do you even know who I am, I mean I could jus-'. She stopped as saw the man walking towards her, she noticed he was much taller than her and shadowed her. This made her feel a bit intimidated but then he held out his hand, 'I am Amrys and I am a traveller, so now I have answered all your questions now it's time for you to answer mine. So what's your name?' Morgana took a step away from him and said, 'You can play games with me but be warned, if you cross the line you will have harsh consequences. My name is Morgana Pend-'. She stopped there because she was definitely not a Pendragon. Amrys knew why but he did not say it. He just continued staring at Morgana's beautiful facial features. Amrys did not realise he was completely mesmerised by her. Morgana then sharply looked into his eyes again, 'There now I've answered your question, so now we can go our separate ways.' After this Morgana sharply turned on her heels and started walking away. However she was reluctant to do so because she felt her time with him was too short. Wait whoahh! Did she just think that, did she have feelings for this guy or what, impossible, she cannot engage herself in such feelings! She walked fast.
He had rather found this scene rather amusing because it was like watching a child storming off in a grumpy mood. He did not want their conversation to end this quickly either so he said without thinking, 'Can I have somewhere to sleep for a few weeks!' Somehow he did not regret saying that.
Morgana's turned around to face Amrys again and put heavy emphasis on the word 'What?!