She was furious but who wouldn't be if they were in the witch shoes? Morgana had thought that all her problems were gone. Merlin was supposed to be dead and so would have be the so called prophecy that foretold her doom. Yet, Merlin - or Emrys or whatever his name was- was pretty much alive. She had seen him at the battlefield. He had not really looked like Merlin, but like the old man from her nightmares. He had been powerful. Too powerful, in fact. And that frightened her. Her men were nothing but sand dust against his power. Morgana still had some people on her side, but she knew pretty well that they would mean nothing in front of him. Once she had considered him a stupid servant. She had underestimated him. If only she had someone like him on her side….
She remembered that once he was on her side. They were friends and he used to bring her flowers. Was it really a lie? Had he really cared for her? Still she had never matched his concern towards Arthur. No matter what he would have always chosen Arthur….She cursed her brother. She hated him to such degree that words would have been enough to describe. But he was wounded. Not even Emrys would be able to save him. Finally, her greatest rival would be no more….
However, Merlin would still not join her. He hated her. He would hate her even more for killing his best friend. She cursed herself for even allowing herself to have such thoughts. Why did she care for what Merlin would feel or do? She did not need him to join her. She needed to get rid of him. But how could she possibly manage such a thing?
Morgana had sent her people to find and kill them. Her people had found them, but the dead ones had been her people.
Some hours before, she had thought that Arthur had no chance, but now the witch started to doubt that. What if Merlin had found a way to cure him? She had to do something. She had to stop them. If only there was a way to increase her power….
One of her men – of the very few she was left with- guessed her concerns. Yet he dared not to ask her directly. Instead he told her about a magic lake. He knew little about it apart from its location and its power to grant extreme power to anyone that will dare to bath in its waters at the middle of the night. However, he did not know if there were any words that had to be spoken or neither if there was any price for it. But Morgana cared little for it. No matter the price, no matter the consequences she needed that power.
The night was dark. She could hear the wolves howling in the distance. The moon was smaller and smaller as the time passed and the witch got closer to the place. Morgana was alone. Despite her power and her many years of loneliness, she still felt nervous. There was something in the air that made her blood run cold. And the moon shone cold and frightening. The wolves were closer and closer. T he howling cut through her ears like thousands on ice needles. And the night was black….
The High Priestess stopped at the bank of the lake. She had abandoned her horse long ago because of the rocks and the impossible slopes she had to climb. It may have become food for the wolves. Morgana did not allow herself to think about it. There was no going back. She had to succeed no matter what she would have to sacrifice.
She walked slowly towards the water. It was freezing cold. Morgana bite her lips and kept going. The feeling of the cold water on her skin reminded her of the times she had used to play with Arthur outside the castle's walls. Just she hadn't been frightened back then. She had liked to challenge him. Whether it had been fighting with swords or proving their intelligence, there was nothing she would not do. She remembered that there was a lake close to the castle's walls and one day she had challenged him to go there at night. She had been frightened indeed - they were still kids at the time – but she was too proud to admit it. He had probably been frightened too, but he was Arthur and he was as proud or even more proud that her. However, as the kids had reached the lake, they forgot about fear and worries. The scenery was breathtaking…..
The water was cold and the witch left an imperceptible cry as her body sank deeper in the water. As she went farther to the bank her dress started get heavy, so heavy that the witch had to force herself to stand. The moon had almost disappeared as she reached the middle of the lake. Small as it was, its light reflecting on the mirror of the lake, made the water resemble an ocean of blood. Morgana had never seen it that way before.
The High Priestess struggled now to keep herself over the water. Not only her dress, but her own body became extremely heavy. She was afraid like she had never been in her life. Every breath she took, the witch feared that would be the last. There was something that was dragging her to the bottom and Morgana fought with all her strength to stay out. But her body was weak and the moon was now gone. For the first time in her life she stopped fighting and her body went down, down, down to the bottom of the lake, sinking in an ocean of utter darkness.