She called to her at night, when the moon was full and the cool night breeze teased Gwen's hair. They were faint whispers, but if Gwen focused enough it was like Morgana was right next to her breathing in her ear.
Gwen, Gwen, Gwen…
She hadn't told anyone about the whispers. Merlin suspected something; he always seemed to be watching her lately. Arthur was as oblivious as ever and Gwen had no one else to worry about. She'd lost her father, and the only other person she had ever cared for was the one calling, calling on the breeze.
Gwen, Gwen, Gwen…
When the whispers started to get stronger, Gwen knew Morgana was returning. It had been nearly a year since she'd been taken, and Gwen feared the changes her friend had gone through. She woke each night, sweating and on the verge of tears after visions of dark creatures calling for her in Morgana's voice. She'd venture out of her front door, and stand staring at the moon until she felt steady again, while still the whispers persisted.
Gwen, Gwen, Gwen…
One night, Gwen woke from a dream to silence. No whispers, no breeze, it was like the earth had gone still. Heart pounding Gwen had ventured outside and found her, swathed in brilliant red that shone even in the pale moonlight, standing in the middle of the street. She had not sprouted a tail, nor horns or scales. Her skin was still pale, her hair longer but still dark and wavy. The moment she looked up however, Gwen saw Morgana's eyes flashing gold with power, and she knew perhaps Morgana wasn't what she was before.
Gwen, Gwen, Gwen…
It seemed absurd that after calling to her night after night for a year that Morgana would suddenly end up living with Gwen, hiding from the public of Camelot. Uther's former ward obediently stayed in Gwen's small abode, talking rarely and constantly watching the young servant girl like a predator. Gwen went about her chores, but always felt her mind drifting back to home where Morgana waited. This went on for weeks, weeks of silence and dancing around each other, until one night Morgana began to call to Gwen again.
Gwen, Gwen, Gwen…
She'd been returning home when Morgana's voice had pierced her mind and she'd suddenly found herself running out of Camelot and towards the neighboring forests. The sky was dark but still she ran, deeper and deeper into the woods until she found Morgana in a clearing of candles set upon ancient stones. Morgana had said nothing, only beckoned for Gwen who immediately moved towards her. The Sorceress took her hands and Gwen felt sparks of power dancing through her as Morgana showed her why she'd returned. The time had come for Camelot to fall. Uther was to die, Arthur was to be King, but he was to fall as well. In her mind's eye Gwen saw it all unfolding like it was actually happening before her right at that very moment. Uther, killed by Morgana. Arthur taking the throne and taking Gwen's hand in marriage while Merlin became the court sorcerer. The land prospering before Mordred turned it grey, destroying Camelot and the King. Gwen pulled her hands away, tears flowing freely down her cheeks and ran while Morgana still called and called.
Gwen, Gwen, Gwen…
Morgana did not return to Gwen's home, but when Uther died two days later the young servant girl knew she was still there watching. Haunting her dreams with beautiful visions of a monster who was paving the way for the end. Calling her name and waiting for Gwen to answer.
Gwen, Gwen, Gwen…
She never did.