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Before Morgana druid camp (season 2 episode 3) she sees what she will become in a vision, the darkness, evil and pain she will incite, in fear she turns to Merlin. Will he help her over come her own destiny or will he once again sent her into Morgause's arms.
Drip, drip, drip…
With a dark gleam within her eyes, she bent over the other woman and smiled. Both where dirty and ragged their hair was matted and thou the other was in the finest silk, she was in power not the other way around.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" the small defeated woman asked.
"I thought we could play a game." The other said with a tilt of her head.
The forest groaned with the wind and the dark wall seamed to cave in. wait what? It changed, it was always changing. Pail skin gleamed in the small amount of light in the room, she crouched down and with the same gleam and a cold voice "it's time for the fun to begin"….. An army marched forth. On the other side the knights of Camelot held as the white dragon…. "Emyrs!"…. pain, that all standing over a grave weeping, she stabbed the broken sword into the ground "I swear to you Mordred, he will pay for the lives he took!"…
Screaming as she awoke, "Gwen!" the thrashing continued and as the maid ran to her mistress she was near tears, court physician trailing behind her. Taking the young royal into her arms Guinevere rocked back and forth drying to calm the king's ward, "hush my lady, it all right, I'm here, it going to be all right Morgana, calm down." Over and over she went till the young woman's tears ceased and she was able to look up without fear. As she spotted the old man with them she pulled away from her friend and tried to smile. Seating himself on the edge of the large bed he patted the raven's shoulder and toke her wrist into his hand. Morgana looked to the elder in affectionate remorse for waking the ageing man. "I'm sorry for waking you Gaius, you must be tired. Go back to bed, I'll be fine now." She pleaded.
"Oh no, my dear, I'll will not. Not until I'm sure you're not going to relapse, Gwen has been trying to wake you for the better part of an hour. It was the guards that woke me; even they feared that you would continue on." With that he rose and handed her a small bottle, "take this, it should male you sleep without dreams, I would have you take it if I did not fear the consequences of continual use." At that last part Morgana froze with the her hand mere inches from her mouth.
"Consequences? There are consequences?" she asked, but before Gaius could answer Uther strode into the room.
"Yes, consequences, and to what are you fear?" if he where anyone else, it would have sounded as concerned as Gaius was for Morgana, but this was Uther Pendragon and he did not ask, oh no, this was a demand. His voice was clod and lofty as though the concern of the best physician in the known kingdoms was nothing.
"it's nothing sire, once will have no lasting effects, however if she where to use it for even three day in a row, I'm afraid she may not awaken again" sighing at the last, Gaius raised his brow at Uther and tilted his head to one side, as if to say "are you done questioning my judgment?" then looked to the still frozen raven haired girl, see his look she quickly drink the tonic, waiting for the nasty taste of medicine that did not come, and handed him back the empty bottle.
"Thank you Gaius, I'm sure I'll be fine now, go back to bed all of you, its late." said with a small contrite smile to the room as she placed a hand on Guinevere's arm in thanks for her help before her guardian's arrival. With that the two trusted servants gave small bows and left the room for their own.
Thou Morgana was already having trouble staying awake Uther sat himself on the edge of her bed ran a hand down the side of her face. "Are you sure you'll be quit alright? If not I can call back your maid or stay myself if you'd like?" Though rare Uther's affection for his young charge was well known and this was just one of the times he had tried to calm her like this. In the past he would be the one to hold her not Gwen, but as she grew older it became difficult for him to stay the night in her room after a nightmare. And so he had an antechamber built for her maidservant so that she was always at hand if nights like this happened again.
"Yes sire I'm sure, Gwen is …. Just…..in the …other…" she never finished the sentence. Her eyes closed as sleep toke her. Uther smiled and covered her with the heavy quilt, leaving the room he looked back once with love in his eyes as he closed the door.
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