Hurtling down from the dark skies and destroying Camelot were balls of flame, conjured up from seemingly nowhere. They came quickly, one after the other, as the villagers ran for cover; the sky was a layer of sooty grey and darkened the streets. Three figures stood there on the balcony of the castle, watching the once mighty kingdom being brought to its knees, helpless before the power of the magical attacks. She recognized the first figure as Uther Pendragon and the two adjacent figures as Arthur and Merlin. She wanted to cry out to them, as they looked upwards and saw a glowing orange sphere of flame bearing down on them, but she couldn't speak, she was mute. She looked down; her hands were nearly transparent. She was more spirit than human.

And completely helpless as she watched her two friends about to meet their doom.

Morgana sat up straight in her bed, clenching her teeth, as silent as she was in the dream. She realised this and unclenched her mouth, breathing in, attempting to soothe herself as she was trembling violently. She coughed and spluttered into her pillow, hoping Gwen would not hear. Attempting to shake the images of her friends and home being destroyed so violently, Morgana walked unsteadily to her window, praying that she would see what she always saw.

The streets were relatively busy, as they always were in the morning. Behind the clouds, the sun could be faintly seen. Villagers strolled through the streets, peddling their wares, heading towards the markets; children were already out and about.

She became physically calm, but inside, Morgana was unable to forget the dream. If that was all it was. Always, Morgana had suspected that she was a seer, someone who dreamt the future. But she had never confided in Gaius, because he was too close to the King, and she had no wish to die like the others accused of sorcery. Perhaps he knew something; he had treated her his whole life.

Ever since that woman Sophia had come to Camelot, her sights set on Arthur, she had been sure of her talents. How else could she have seen her the day before the witch arrived in Camelot?

But Uther would most likely not see it as a talent, more of a curse. And then she would be burnt like everyone else in the Great Purge, tied to a bundle of sticks and being set alight to "purge" the evil from the kingdom.

But this was a different situation! All of Camelot was at risk. There were people she could not stand to lose. Didn't she have a duty to warn Uther?

Pulling on her dressing gown, she ran past a startled Gwen who was carrying a tray with Morgana's breakfast on it. Gwen swiftly placed the tray down on a nearby table and took hold of her arm.

"Where are you going, my lady?" she asked, confused. Gwen looked over Morgana and noted the tell-tale signs that she had had another one of her dreams. "Are you alright?"

Looking at Gwen's caring face, she thought, is this someone worth exposing my secret for?

"Gwen," she started, nervously. "I need to speak to Uther."

"Barefoot and in your night garments?" Gwen raised an eyebrow at her choice of attire.

"Actually, it's-"

"Whatever it is, you should eat and be presentable first, my lady. Surely it can wait." Gwen led her away from the door, and towards her dressing room.

Morgana shook her head, suddenly feeling dazed. She was silent as Gwen helped her into her favourite green dress, and arranged her hair into its usual style. Gwen was staring at her worriedly as she watched Morgana push spoonfuls of breakfast into her mouth without really looking at what she was eating, and then observed other things about her that just didn't seem right.

She was pale, especially her cheeks, which were normally a healthy red. Dark circles that she had not noticed before, a sure sign of nightmares. Why hadn't she noticed? And why were her hands shaking? Gwen felt an overwhelming urge to ask what was the matter, but she doubted Morgana would tell her even if she did ask. Sometimes her mistress and friend was quite secretive. But what could she do but wait?

Picking up the plates, Gwen said, "I'm just heading to the kitchen then, to wash these. I'll be back in a minute…will you be alright?"

Looking up, Gwen could she was most definitely not alright, but when Morgana nodded, all she could do was just return quickly. She hurried out of the room, never having been in quite a rush to wash some dishes before.

"Ten…nine…eight…" Morgana counted down the seconds when Gwen left.

"Zero."

She picked up her skirts that were brushing the floor and slowing her down as she ran down the corridors, wincing everytime she stumbled into someone and they dropped what they were holding or tumbled into door frames, exclaiming her name.

"Morgana?"

"Lady Morgana…!"

"Mistress?"

"My Lady?!"

Mentally she promised to go back and help those people as soon as she delivered the message. Placing both palms on the dark brown doors, she pushed them back to reveal Uther eating alone at his dining table. He seemed quite surprised to see her and wiped his mouth with a napkin before addressing her.

"Morgana, I thought you were going out riding today with the Lady of-" She cut him off, noting that she had forgotten about this plan for today.

"Camelot is in danger," she blurted out, watching his face change from neutral to disbelieving. "We're in danger."

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