I stare into Morganas emerald green eyes and feel the pure hate penetrate me. Good, I think. She should hate me, I almost killed her all the while I could of helped her. I could of changed her course, steer her into the world of magic for the greater good not for evil. I could of prevented her heart from being enveloped in hatred and mistrust. I could of blocked all of that hatred and loneliness and tell her she wasn't alone. Tell her that she is special and should use her powers for good. That she is stunningly beautiful and her smile brings warmth into the world. But where is that smile now? I killed her; her beauty, love, joy and trust. I am the bearer of her hatred. And I hate myself for staring into her eyes and shooting pure venom right back at her.