Morgana
I don't remember how I got here. All I know is that one moment, I stood there, watching as Merlin killed me, and the next, I was lying in a dumpster.
Dumpster.
There was no such thing in Camelot, or any territory within vicinity of it. Therefore, how did I have any idea of what it was?
I opened my eyes, finally. Uck, a banana peel on my head. A Sprite bottle spilled across my shirt.
I shook myself off. Something did not feel right. Legs, check. Arms, check. Body, check. Head…..ohhh…
My hair! I ran my fingers over my skull. It was as if someone sheered it off, with the intention of making me look like-like a boy. Who would do such a thing?
Pixie cut.
A what? I racked my brain. Unfortunately this whole vocabulary seemed to tell me only the word, not it's meaning. I felt tears well up in my eyes. My hair! Once my pride and joy, long and luxurious and beautiful and now, GONE!
Ugh, Morgana, you are such an IDIOT! You have no idea where you are, what's happened to you, but instead of looking to find out, you're crying about your hair, of all things! Pull yourself together!
Ok, ok….I can do this. I took a deep breath, and….sat up. There was the sound of crunching as the garbage under me was squished. Ew, ew, ew….Morgana!
A bottle of wine lay under my elbow. Barefoot? Of all things to name wine….
I was wearing black pants (pants? No skirt? Oh well, I'd just have to fix that later.) and a rather closefitting black top. A pair of
Combat boots.
This was really going to be bothersome. I was wearing these "combat boots" on my feet, and they were quite comfortable, even if they were ugly. No jewelry, except for two earrings, skulls, I discovered after checking, which I approved of and put back in.
I stood slowly, and groaned. Every part of my body ached. My neck creaked as I stretched, and there was a symphony of pops as I bent over. Owww…..
I brushed off the seat of my pants and shook off another banana peel. I began to scale the wall of this so called "dumpster", and was almost to the top when…
"Took you long enough!" said an overly chirpy voice. I fell backwards, landing roughly on cans of
Red Bull.
Oh, it was bull all right. I looked up to see-
MERLIN. A million memories hit me at once. I can't make sense of the hurricane that bombards me, but it seems to say one thing over and over:
ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!
Trillions of warning bells go off. They don't seem to match the gawky smile that's beamed down at me. Nevertheless, I spring up, armed with a banana peel and some cuss words that I don't even know the meaning of.
#$#! %$&*! #$%##$&*#$%# $!
"Relax, Morgana! I'm not gonna hurt you!"
"Ohh...but I'm gonna hurt you!"
"I mean no harm! I swear!"
"You killed me!"
"In another life."
"That's not the point!"
"Is it Morgana? Is it really?" I throw the banana peel at him. It bounces off and he laughs.
"What am I even doing here?!"
" I'll tell you. Only if you promise not to kill me."
"Oh, don't worry! I won't give you the pleasure of killing you!"
"Morgana, you seem to forget, this is not Camelot. Here, you are virtually powerless."
"I have my magic."
"Not even that. Even my hands are bound."
"Serves you right. You brought us here. Which leads me back to- where the
#$%
I continue anyway. "are we?!"
"Language! Language! Technically, we are behind a McDonalds."
McDonalds.
"A whadda-whadda-wha?"
"Oh….Morgana. I'll show you as long as you promise-"
"Fine. I won't touch you. At least until I know what this 'McDonalds' is."