Shadows
(Morgana)
Once, she had people to be loyal to. Gwen. Arthur. The people of Camelot.
Uther.
Before that, her father.
Now she has no one.
The last person to have her loyalty, her sister, killed—first by Merlin, someone she trusted (she had not made the mistake of trusting after that—their smiles hid hatred and contempt) and then herself. Sometimes she thinks Morgause was not the only one who died that day, because since then, she has felt like only a shadow of herself, filled with bitterness and the lust for revenge. Sometimes she thinks Morgause was the one thing holding her to sanity—but she is gone now. Gone.
She wears black now, and her once-smooth hair is tangled and knotted, like her soul. Her eyes burn with fire, but she is pale and wan. Sometimes she thinks it is only the thought of vengeance that keeps her alive. Sometimes, she wonders why the only thing that makes her feel alive is her hatred.
Mostly, she does not think.
She broods in the shadows of the trees, lost and alone.
She once made the mistake of trusting—
Uther—he killed her father. Gwen—she left for Arthur. Merlin—murdered her sister, while she screamed. Tried to murder her.
She has no one left.
"Do not think that I do not understand loyalty, just because I have no one left to be loyal to."
I found these one-word prompts here: the prompt writer (dot com) /one-word-prompts /
this is the third one I did.
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