A/N: This is my first fanfiction story so please read and review!
Morgana often had strange nightmares, and sometimes those nightmares showed up unexpectedly in real life. Images of war and familiar faces floated through them and she always awoke sweaty, feeling fear trickle down her spine.
One of these nightmares was haunting her that night. A castle was up in flame.A pair of glowing yellow eyes peered at her and a slow trail of blood leaked across the floor. Lastly she saw herself. Her hair was a mess, her eyes hardened and her mouth formed into a wicked smirk. The Morgana of the dream smiled as her eyes lit up and someone crumpled to the ground.
She woke with a start. Her night clothes were pasted to her body with sweat and she was breathing heavily. She sat up, looking out at the moonlight outside her window. Whenever she had a nightmare like this she always reminded herself that it was simply a dream. However, sometimes her dreams appeared in reality. It was unnerving, to say the least. As she pondered the events of the nightmare, the more of it she recognized from her own life. The castle had looked a lot like Camelot. And there was the version of her in the dream. It appeared as though she had killed someone. Had the trail of blood been from the victim? The thought that she could be so cruel as to take life frightened her.
The next day as Gaius was preparing medicines Morgana entered the chambers, unannounced. She looked tired, her dark hair slightly unkempt, her usually bright eyes sunken, and her smile false.
Merlin acknowledged her entrance but did not notice her flustered state. Morgana asked Gaius about a sleeping draft and as their conversation droned on Merlin tuned out their voices. He was busy polishing Arthur's armor,grumbling to himself that if he did it by magic he would be done in a second. Gaius, however, thought the work would be good for him. Arthur should try hard work sometime, he thought to himself. Arthur did train a lot for battle, which Merlin supposed was hard work in its own way, but Arthur had never cleaned up after himself one day in his entire life. What a lousy reward for saving a dollophead countless times, Merlin thought as he attempted to get rid of a particularly stubborn spot.
"Merlin," Gaius's voice brought him out of his unhappy thoughts. "Could you please leave us?"
Merlin looked back at Gaius incredulously. He was nearly finished, and why did Morgana's sleeping problems need privacy from him? He was not even listening anyway. Morgana looked at him expectantly, and knowing that he couldn't object to the king's ward, he left the chamber with a sigh.
Outside in the corridor he was curious as to Morgana's mysteriousness. Why was it so important to speak with Gaius privately?
A few minutes later Morgana exited into the corridor, a vial clutched in her hand which Merlin assumed was filled with a sleeping draft.
"What was that about?" Merlin asked Gaius as he reentered the room.
"She is worried," Gaius replied vaguely as he made a note on a scrap of parchment.
"Why?"
"Strange dreams. I think they may be prophecies, in fact"
"What happened in her dreams?"
"I have already revealed to you my own suspicions, but I don't want to disregard Morgana's request for confidentiality."
"If she can see the future, she must have magic,right?"
"Perhaps. Only time will tell. Just get back to your polishing, Merlin. Or shall I call his majesty?"
Merlin rolled his eyes and went back to cleaning the armor, but now his mind was not on the annoyance of the chore.
Morgana could not shake the chills her dream had given her. She tried to distract herself by hunting, talking with Gwen, teasing Arthur, but nothing could drive the thoughts from her mind. She relived the dream every night, even with Gaius's sleeping draft. She had explained her dream to Gaius when she requested the sleeping draft. He had comforted her, reminding her not to put much stock in a dream. Yet still she worried more and more that the events in her dream would come true. Although the murder horrified her, the thought that she might have magic excited her. Power had been something she had always quietly yearned for. But sorcery was forbidden in Camelot.
She tried to engage in conversation at dinner with Uther and Arthur, yet her mind always strayed to her uncertain future, and she wondered if she had magic. If she indeed could perform sorcery and Uther found out, he would probably banish her from Camelot. Or, more likely, have her
executed. A shutter rushed through her as the thought struck her.
"Are you alright, Morgana?" asked Uther having noticed her tremble.
"Oh, fine. Don't worry about me." She gave an unconvincing smile.
"Are you sure, you haven't eaten hardly anything," said Arthur whose own plate was piled high with food.
"I'm just feeling rather tired," she replied, taking the opportunity to leave, "I think I will retire early tonight."
"Get some rest," Uther called to her as she left the room. "You seem rather ill."
It was true that she was tired,as she had not slept well. The nightmares and fear of the nightmares ensured that she could never have a proper rest. Sleep engulfed her quickly as she laid her head to the pillow.
He knew the destiny of Lady Morgana better than anyone. He knew the destiny of many people and had previously put his faith in another to seek justice in Camelot. But as Morgana grew older and her fate clearer, he believed she would be the one to liberate Camelot. Uther had trained her to be like him, yet she would bend all his rules, and his mind one day. She slept peacefully now, but Morgana Pendragon would one day be powerful, and she would claim the vengeance of so many others. The thought made him smile to himself.