The Childhood of Morgana Pendragon
Hi! This is the first installment of my very first posted fanfiction.
Morgana is about 10 years old and Arthur is about 11 at the moment but there ages progress throughout the story. I really hope you enjoy it!
Please no negative comments, however reviews are always welcome!
Chapter 1
"Morgana! Morgana!" I heard my father scream from inside the castle. Little did he know that while he's scattering around looking for me inside, I'm sword fighting with Arthur out on the open grass.
Arthur had insisted that we do our swordplay where no one will see us because he (this is in his words not mine) is worried that he will hurt me and he didn't want the people to think that he would harm a girl. Really it's because I beat him last time and he is too ashamed to admit it.
"Morgana!" Father shouted again.
"Maybe, we should go inside. Can't you hear your father calling you?" Arthur questioned.
"No way!" I shouted back while I lashed the sword towards his throat. He quickly leaned back and I missed. He launched at me and I quickly hit his sword and it flew out of his hands and onto the fluorescent grass.
"Ha, Ha!" I couldn't stop laughing. It was just too amusing to see Arthur quickly scramble to pick up his sword.
"Your right. Maybe we should go inside," I said in-between laughs. He looked absolutely furious which made me laugh even harder.
"Morgana!" Father sounded with relief, "I am so glad I finally found you," he breathed exasperatedly.
"Daddy, Daddy. I just beat Arthur in a sword fight. Wouldn't you agree Arthur?" I smiled wickedly at him.
"Did you now?" father asked with a look of disbelief.
"Well, I hate to break it to you Morgana but I let you win," he smiled sympathetically, though I wasn't buying any of it.
"No you did not!" I argued.
"Sorry," he apologised with a mock expression plastered on his face when my father's gaze drifted from him.
I just glared at him. How could one boy be so obnoxious? If Arthur had half a brain he would know that it takes a great man to admit defeat. He was definitely not a great man.
"I did beat him Father! He's just not big enough to admit it!" I looked at him while he just smirked.
"Children, Children. Why don't you go back up inside the castle Arthur? I know that your Father has been looking for you," this was a lie. I knew because Father was never able to fib without me noticing. Arthur however, was a little thicker.
"Alright. Morgana, Gorlois," he nodded politely at us both (not without one last smirk at me) and walked off towards the castle.
"I did beat him Father," I clarified sternly.
"Morgana, do you really believe that I wouldn't know if my daughter defeated the Prince of Camelot?"
I smiled because he knew that I wasn't lying.
"Now that's better," he smiled too.
"Why did you want him to leave Father?" I questioned only realising that it must be something important for him to lie to Uther's son.
"I never was able to lie in front of you, was I?" he laughed. I shook my head while giggling.
"So why?" I said in between giggles.
"Well precious," he was saying while tapping me on the nose, "I wanted to spend some time with you before I left for the battle tomorrow."
"Yes Father! I really want to do something with you! What do you want to do?" I asked excitedly.
"Whatever you want to do."
"Can we go for a ride to the lake? Then when we return could you read me a story before I go to sleep?"
"Of course, sweetheart," he smiled.
"We better get going then," I stated while grabbing his hand while leading him out of the clearing to head towards the stables.
Authors Note: What do think? It is my first uploaded fanfiction and there will definitely be more chapters. I hope it is up to your satisfaction.