A/N: Hello, this is an old story I wrote in 2013 that did quite well back then. I decided to read my story again now, four years later and I really love the storyline but I feel like I should rewrite it, seeing my writing and English has improved since then. This will probably take a while: it's on the backburner for now since I'm in the midst of writing a new fanfiction, but I hope you enjoy this story nevertheless!

For those who have already read and reviewed/followed/favourited the story thanks so much! I read through all your comments again and it made me so happy to read them all. Thanks again!

Chapter one

In the silence of her cold hovel, Morgana sat alone with her thoughts once again. She hated being alone, and she had gotten used to the company of her sister as of late, but that was no longer an option. She still missed her greatly: she did everything her powers would allow to save her, but alas, here she was alone. Her sister died for nothing, the plan they both worked so hard on, the plan for which her sister died, didn't end coming to fruition like they had imagined. A pang of guilt rushed through her as her eyes raked over a book her sister gave her one evening. At the time, she didn't want to keep the gift, knowing what the book meant to her. Eventually, Morgana caved since her sister wouldn't take no for an answer, and she was even more stubborn than Morgana was. That on its own was impressive.

Morgana rose from her seat and made her way over to her end table. There the book lay untouched: ever since it was given to her, she hadn't dared to open it. Morgana trailed her hands over the cover, brushing the dust that had collected on top away. Morgause must have had a reason to give it to her. She wanted to know what it was. All she knew about the book was that it had a plain appearance, but it held strong magic inside. She could feel it. Morgana took a deep breath and opened the book to a random page, her hands shaking slightly.

Transportation spell

To transport a person to a place he/she needs.

Used to uncover hidden feelings and needs, which he/she may not even be aware of.

Morgana read the text and snickered to herself. She couldn't imagine how that spell could be of use, what kind of people didn't know what they were feeling! She wanted to close the book again, but a sense of curiosity overtook her. Her sister left her this, and this book had meant so much to her. Maybe it wasn't a coincidence that she had ended up opening this page of all pages. Morgana bit her lip, deep in thought whilst she read the spell.

'Quae ab occulta veniat'

The spell seemed easy enough. That made her curiosity grow even more. It wouldn't hurt to cast it wouldn't it? There seemed no reason to be afraid, she had nothing to hide from herself or others. Besides, she didn't have any hidden feelings anyway. The only way to find it out, however ridiculous it sounded to her, lay in front of her eyes. Morgana closed her eyes, calming her sudden nerves.

"Quae ab occulta veniat" she muttered. Her magic stirred inside of her and she experienced a strange kind of nervousness. She kept her eyes closed as she was afraid of what she'd see when she opened them. She forced her nerves down and gathered the courage to open her eyes slowly. She felt the warm rays of sunlight hit her cold face from a window surrounded by bright red curtains laced with gold. She could recognize these curtains anywhere: she was in Camelot. Her own room actually. Her nerves returned in full force. Why was she here? What kind of a sick joke was this!? She closed her eyes again, muttering the spell to herself in an attempt to fix this mistake but it was of no use.

As Morgana started to hyperventilate a loud knock on her door startled her. She frantically tried to compose herself by trying to breathe slowly through her nose. She had succeeded in at least making herself seem composed and was about to open the door as she realized a slight problem. She was still wearing the black dress she wore in her hovel before she chanted the spell. What if someone recognized her like this? She started panicking slightly as the person behind the door knocked again. When the person didn't get any response they started to speak: "Is everything alright?"

Morgana froze. She recognized that voice oh so well. It haunted her in her dreams almost every night. It was Merlin of all people: the boy who tried to murder her is what she remembered him as, only that. Well, this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of him once and for all, this spell did its job quite well actually. "Just a second" She almost sang In delight as she opened her wardrobe in search of a dress.

"Alright." The confusion Merlin felt was obvious from his voice. Morgana managed to put on the dress, but couldn't close the back on her own. Morgana sighed, she was in no mood to deal with this anymore. Dress be damned she thought as she made her way to the door. She steeled her features as she swung the door open, and revealed an unusual looking Merlin standing at her doorstep. He looked at her with his eyebrows raised and an outright stupid look on his face. Anger boiled inside of Morgana, but she wanted to keep her cool in front of him. She wanted to toy with him before she killed him, she deserved that much. It was hard to contain the urge to slam him into the nearest wall though.

"Sorry for the wait." She mused her voice drenched in sarcasm as she eyed him more carefully this time. There was something strange about him: there were no lines of fatigue beneath his eyes, his skin glowed with happiness and content. Things the Merlin she knew had long left behind. Merlin held the all too familiar sleeping draft in his right hand, another thing that was odd. Merlin looked her in the eye without any kind of disdain: it made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. Merlin seemed confused as well about something as his brows furrowed.

"there is something wrong with your dress." He shuffled his feet in an awkward manner and his eyes fixed on the ground. Morgana raised her eyebrows and tried to hide her irritation with Merlin stating the obvious like he always did. What an odd thing to say, especially with everything that had transpired between them. It was as if Merlin had forgotten that anything had happened at all. Morgana decided to play along with Merlin his little game.

"Is there?" Morgana said innocently, meeting Merlin's bright blue eyes again.

"I think it is not zipped up properly.." Merlin sneaked a glance at her back making Morgana feel a bit embarrassed. She cleared her throat, trying to mask her reaction.

"What is it to you? Why are you even here anyway?" Morgana said to get back to the actually important business before she did anything she would regret later. This line of conversation was getting the both of them nowhere.

"Gaius asked to give you this." He handed her the draft and fixed his gaze on the ground once again. He almost looked solemn at her behaviour, but why? Everything about this whole situation didn't seem right. The draft, Merlin, her room, everything was off. Morgana toyed with the draft in her hands not quite knowing what to say. Her mind was racing, thinking of possible situations that she could be in where Merlin would be like this. When she came up with none she started to get frustrated. She needed some time to think, with Merlin around like this she couldn't.

"Thank you Merlin?" she said, thinking that was the appropriate way to respond. Merlin nodded and granted her a small smile in return, which she returned reluctantly. Merlin smiling at her stirred something foreign inside of her. Nobody besides her late sister smiled at her genuinely anymore. All this kindness was… different.

Merlin finally left. Morgana let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and rested her body on the door she just closed. She willed herself to stop thinking for a while. It gave her a sinking feeling in her stomach, she hated that feeling.

That was hard, really hard. But most of all strange. She started to feel dizzy again and supported herself before she would fall over. Her vision was blurring, she needed to get to her bed and quick. The spell she had cast must have been more hard on her than she imagined. She lay down on the soft bed and a small smile crept up on her lips involuntarily. 'I haven't felt this comfortable in a very long time' was the last thing she thought before she drifted to sleep.