A\N: Um...let's just say that if it weren't for lack of access to poison, many, many people would be dead right now, and I don't think anyone would blame me, so I can sort of sympathise. So I wrote this. Enjoy! :)

I am the villain.

I am Morgana Le Fey, the fairy woman, a queen even without a throne. I am the virgin seductress, the storm in the night. I am the shadow and wind upon the tower walls.

I am danger.

I would gladly kill Uthur, who raised me as his own. The boy Merlin? Half of me wants to earn my seductive nature and torture him in bed, half of me wants to stab him and feel the sheer relief of a dagger in his heart, and the whole of me wants to do both. Arthur is an obstacle in my path, Gwen just an unfortunate bystander.

I am the warrior queen, the hope of Albion, chosen by the high priestess Morgause to be her heir and pupil. I am the last beauty many who oppose me shall ever see.

I am remorseless, cold, hungry for death.

I am the villain.

I am the hero.

I am Morgana Le Fey, the fairy woman, who sees the future and wrings some peace from it. I am the graceful beauty adorning a mighty kingdom. I am kind and generous, and playful enough to light up a room.

I am loving, fiercly so, with all my heart. I am the sister, lover, daughter, mother to Mordred. When the Druids joined us, Mordred became my special charge, and through all our adventures together he has ever turned to me.

I am the hope of Albion. Morgause has brought me to the people Uthur would murder. They are not evil or violent; Uthur's destruction has forced magic to protect itself, and often, too often, it has driven its users insane.

That ended when I appeared.

Instead I met those I healed, wise women and healers, those who gave life and lived in harmony with it. The genocide would end, they all proclaimed, with me.

I am their hero, their champion, and their hope.

I am Morgause's pupil, and someday a high priestess myself, helping keep the balance between life and death. I am a warrior in a bitter struggle between the hopeless downtrodden and the evil reign of Uthur.

I am a hero.

I am amoral.

I will be Queen, when Uthur has died; not because I am so much more moral or immoral than my brother, but because he is utterly clueless. How will he choose to execute a rapist or murderer when they look him in the eyes? But I can make the cold, hard choice to kill him to save society. Let Arthur and Gwen go play lovers! I would even let them live in Camelot, so long as they do not oppose me.

I do not care.

I will kill the man who raised me because I have felt firsthand what he does to those who are different. I know this will destroy society. A way of life will be wiped out. But it will destroy Camelot, as well, and so my revenge is also a cold, calculated murder. Uthur's survival would doom Camelot as soon as a non-magical disease spread. We are lucky it has not happened yet.

I play spy expertly, because I do not care about the outcome, only the game. A war council's details will fill Morgause's ears, because all that matters is that I have delivered it. A moonlight ride will be hidden expertly, and the thrill enjoyed to its fullest.

I am amoral.

And through all these things, through black, white, and gray, I am still Morgana Le Fey.