Morgana had just had another dream, to start off the episode. But this time, it wasn't any nightmare; at least she wasn't seeing Arthur's death anywhere close, yet. Somehow she dreamt about a boy, someone she wasn't even supposed to relate to. She dreamt of a masked person by the name Emrys. Surely she wasn't to know who it was, yet. What does the dream meant? Was it just like the same nightmare before? The ones of death and blood? Or was it the other way round? Until when she woke up and found something that belonged to her wasn't at its right place, she realised something. The dream had taken its place already! Could she ever really found out what her dream meant?

CHAPTER 1: Sweet Dreams and Nightmares

Disclaimer: I wish I own something from the programme (preferably Colin Morgan), but sadly I don't own them... (but if someday it was bound Colin Morgan is... he would be mine... mwahahaha!) And I don't own any of the lyrics I'm about to put in my fanfic. I own nothing and they do not belong to me.

I hope you guys could be a little patient with me. I seemed to have the tendencies to drag some scenes and elaborate details.

'In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy. His name: Merlin.'

She could hear the music fills the air. This is a dream. She was sure of it. The memories of her previous nightmares haunted her. So, she treads every step carefully. 'I am a part of this dream,' she told herself as she could see herself treaded towards the brink of nothingness except for glass mirror.

She was wearing a ball gown. A green ball gown that hugged her body just at the right place and was loose to her lower parts of body, her hair was done into simple tie, rested on her left shoulder, bond with none but an oddly matching soft periwinkle ribbon. She was dressed for a ball, for a function, and this brink of nothingness seemed to be her dressing room.

Lady Morgana looked at her image on the full sized mirror. She looked elegant in the gown. And yet, she looked so simple with the hairdo. She looked... down-to-earth. More to say, she looked just like a girl. Not the usual King's ward. At least for the moment that was who she is. Just as she started to gain confidence, there was light throbbing through a corner of the dressing room. The music she heard before sounded louder as it rhymed with the light.

Morgana took meek steps at first, only to find a gate, an entrance, precisely, following the music in the air. She was a few steps away from exiting the dressing room when she felt something wasn't right. She stopped her pace abruptly and turned around to find nothing but darkness. The dressing room was slowly dissolving away. It was like her previous dreams, or should she say, nightmares. The glass mirror was starting to break into million pieces with a deafening sound. With every moment past, the destruction progress seemed to get faster, heading towards her. She turned her heels around, with her heartbeats pounding; she swept her gown a little higher and made no doubts towards the light.

It was like another nightmare, the destruction was chasing her, she fasten her pace until she realised she was actually sprinting across the room. 'Oh, no!' she heard her mind said. The light was starting to appear dimmer and the entrance was closing. 'Please, let me through,' she implored silently, running out of breath by the moment as she heard the piercing sound of glass breaking behind her.

The entrance was closing, and she was three fair leaps away from the other space. 'Come on, Morgana. You can do this.' She put her feet into maximum speed. The entrance was closing faster then she could reach it. "NO!" she screamed. There was no other way. With one foot on the ground, she leaped across the entrance. There was deafening sound behind her, the room was finally destructed.

Morgana felt something muscular, or at least human, as she landed her feet. She no longer hears the piercing sound of glass breaking. No more nightmares. Instead, she hear the same beautiful music again, with the golden light filled the room. With her eyes shut, she buried her face into what appeared to her... a man.

"Milady?" a voice greeted her. Strangely, she knew the voice. Whose voice? She couldn't put her finger into it.

Morgana shot her face up in instance. She was looking into a pair of blue eyes. She couldn't make out his face as he was wearing a dark mask hiding half of his face. It took several minutes for Morgana to gather her senses and for her to realise the fact that she had, beyond her conscious had her arms wrapped around his wrapped. She took away her arms and made a distance between them, hiding her blush furiously. "I- I'm so sorry." She blushed.

The man bows to her as she curtsied back to him. He then turned away to watch the phenomena in front of them. The room was filled with joy, music was in the air, everywhere, and people were dancing. And they wore nothing but only grandly outfits. It was a royal ball.

Morgana took an instance liking towards the man. She couldn't explain exactly the reason. She looked at his profile, his nose is strong, and his cheeks are high. His lips... Morgana stopped and caught herself staring his lips, subconsciously wondering how was it feels against her own. She shook away the thought, embarrassed of such unladylike thought and followed his gaze.

"The prince looked handsome tonight, don't you think so?" the man once again broke the silence between them.

Morgana glanced at him sidelong before again, following his gaze. He was right, as Arthur stood beside his father; he looked handsome and as strong as ever. She could only smile at the comment. After so many music and songs had passed, she was aware that he wasn't to dance. "You- don't dance?" she said, half questioning her manoeuvre.

The man turned towards her and smiled. Just for a moment Morgana thought she had lost her footing. He was charming. "I- I don't think I would want to do that." He chuckled.

Morgana casted him a questioning look, wrapping her arms around herself. "What was that supposed to mean?"

He was now rubbing his nape, and Morgana can see he wasn't a great flirt as Arthur would be. Again, he reminded her of someone. "I don't really dance. Also, the fact that I couldn't find anyone to dance with me. And –"

"Oh, please don't give me that. You're a bad liar." Morgana teased. "Almost everyone said that and the next thing they know they were the centre of attention. Believe me." She rolled her eyes. "About the dance partner –" Morgana said with blush forming on her cheeks.

"I won't find any if I am to stand here all night, I believe you were to say that?" he cocked his head towards her.

Morgana was started to feel guilty and hoped she was just wake up from this dream. She couldn't make out his tone. He sounded sarcastic and knowing, but Morgana was afraid to believe he also sounded hurt, or maybe even annoyed. But then, she was snapped from her thought when the man stepped in front of her.

"Then would you, Lady Morgana le Fay, accept my humble invitation to dance with me?" he said, offering his hand.

Morgana stared at him for a while. Either it was her previous comment made him more courageous or it was just him. But this is a dream. Anything could happen.

"Look, I know it's not much but –"

"I accept your dance, Sir –" she asked, taking his hand into her.

"Emrys. Just Emrys. I'm not a knight, so, no Sir for me," he replied with what sounded like an awkward chuckle.

The dance with Emrys felt brilliant to Morgana. She just hoped it will never end. Her body distance against Emrys was now barely a meter that she could hear his breath over the music. Stop this, Morgana, this is unladylike. Yet, it felt nothing of such as she thought. Just as they were dancing, she caught herself subconsciously letting herself meeting Emrys' blue eyes.

"How was it I just came to awareness that we were the – uh, centre of attention?" she asked softly.

"Well," he started matter-of-factly. "Perhaps it was your beauty and my charm," he joked, before realising it was close to flirtatious and cleared his throat. "Maybe it was me, if you noticed, I am the only one who wear mask to this ball." He stated, leaning down to her ears that Morgana could hear his breath clearer. "To be honest, I wasn't supposed to be in the centre of attention." He whispered.

Morgana looked into his eyes, although she couldn't make out any expression out of them, she subconsciously hoped he could make out something from hers.

"Was that a joke?" she scoffed, before making contact with Emrys' eyes and blended herself into the music.

"It's like catching lightning,

The chances of finding someone like you,

It's one in a million,

The chances of feeling the way we do,

And with every step together

We just keep on getting better,

So can I have this dance?" she sang as Emrys' eyes fall onto her back.

"Can I have this dance?" he joined in with her, dancing her around the room along with the music, and Morgana's voice.

"No mountain's too high enough, ocean's too wide,

Because together or not,

Our dance won't stop,"

Subconsciously, both Morgana and Emrys weren't in the ballroom anymore but outside nearby the greens, dancing their way under the moonlight. And beyond conscious neither did they care of them being the only singing pair, driving attention nor has the mysterious dance partner of Morgana only made the attention larger than it's already been. Somehow they seemed not to care any of it. As for Morgana, she just wished she could live this dream forever. And a part of her wishing the dream would come true, and she continued singing.

"Let it rain, let it pour,

What we have is worth fighting for,

You know I believe,

That we were meant to be."

They had slowed down their paces of dancing. Just as they about to stop, Emrys somehow dazzled Morgana more as he sang.

"It's like catching lightning,

The chances of finding someone like you,

It's one in a million,

The chances of feeling the way we do,

And with every step together

We just keep on getting better,

So can I have this dance?

Can I have this dance?"

Emrys breathed the last part as they pull away from each other, holding hands.

"That was beautiful. I could not thank you enough for this wonderful moment." Morgana said as she curtsied deeply to the man in front of her.

"No, milady." He negated, shaking his head vigorously. He took both of Morgana's shoulder into his hold. "You shouldn't curtsy to me."

"But –"

"Milady, I couldn't not promise you anything glorious, but I can promise you that I am in no lower ranks than the commoners themselves." He stated matter-of-factly.

Morgana didn't want to admit that he was right. She hated that, a bit. The man made sense, even when he was out of flirtatious comment and was filled by common sense. It was nice sometimes, just to get a rest from bickering with Arthur. Morgana took out her blue handkerchief. It was old fashioned, she knew, but alas, that was what she got at the moment.

"Then I would like you to have this as a token of my gratitude. No man could promise me a night just as fabulous as this just yet. Thank you, Emrys." She handed her handkerchief to him with pride.

Emrys took the handkerchief with a sincere smile. "You knew you are always welcomed. Always, in my heart." He said as he lowered his hold on Morgana to her hands. "This will be a night to remember. Always will be." He added, as he drew himself closer to her.

Morgana could almost hear her heart pounding as the suspense moment took place. It was like they were moving in slow motion, and Morgana surprisingly found that she hated it and it hurts her to wait like this. Then it happened, their lips finally met and they kissed. She felt hands wrapping around her waist as she subconsciously, again, running her hands into his hair.

Their kiss lasted long enough until they hear a neigh, unlikely neigh of a mare in the midst of the music and noises. They pulled away, compromising their needs of breathing.

"I'm sorry, milady. My Night Mare waited long enough for me." He said, kissing her hand. He turned to go.

"Emrys." She called, but sadly he appeared not to hear her.

"Emrys!" she called again, louder this time.

Somehow the man did nothing but continued to fade away.

"Emrys!!!" she was on top of her lungs now.

Merlin woke up in the middle of the night bolted in his own room, the same dark room on the same old bed, or what could almost be said as cot. Someone had just called him. And it wasn't the dragon. This time, he could tell it was a girl who called him. It was repeated. Again and again. He wasn't sure what he was dreaming, but surely it doesn't involve any girl or any bloody scenes like Morgana would. Was he getting the same ability Morgana had?

He was about to get up to seek for clues in the sorcery book he's been using until he noticed something blue by his bedside. It was a handkerchief. "How on earth did this lucky piece of thing get here?" he asked specifically to no one, seemingly he was the only awaken person at the moment.

Merlin decided he would just keep the handkerchief to himself while he found the owner. Until then, he sat back on his bed, thinking of what he had heard, or what he thought he had heard. He hated this. He hated when his sleep was pretty much interrupted by the callings. Previously his sleeps were interrupted by the Great Dragon. Now, he vowed whatever happen, he would not seek for the Dragon again. 'Could it be?' he thought the possibility. "No, it couldn't be her. I destroyed her myself." He said to himself.

"Then there was only one's left. Morgana. Surely she wasn't aware that I was too, a sorcerer. And how could she learnt of my other name?" he questioned, finally beyond his awareness was drifted again into sleep.

The next morning wasn't any better. Merlin got to the castle only to found an ever annoyed and headstrong Arthur, again, founded red handed bickering with the beautiful Morgana. 'Wait, what did I just call her? Uh-oh.' He cleared his throat to get some attention from his master.

"There you are. Couldn't you for once, Merlin, on behalf of Camelot, for once, not be late?" Arthur grunted in anger.

"Well, there was a pity way of releasing your tension." Morgana sneered as a gleeful smirk formed on her face.

"He's always late, Morgana. What else could I say about that?"

"At least something nicer than what appeared to me a fit of rage you gave him just now. But it's so you not to do so, isn't it?" her sarcasm appeared sharper by the moments.

"Um, am I needed here? Because I recall Gwen asked for help just as I'm about to get here." Merlin snapped both Arthur and Morgana off from their bickering schemes. As soon as the two pairs of eyes fell upon him, Merlin felt the rush of uneasiness and regretted he ever caught the attention for himself.

"Good that you asked. I am getting sore of the battle of mind with the lady. I have training." The prince huffed, unaware he just gave in another fault.

"Oh. The battle of mind? With a lady? Arthur, you do know how to make a prat of yourself, don't you?" she said, taking every advantages she had found to fire her crown prince.

"Are you planning to watch me change?" Arthur replied her sarcastic comment lazily.

"Well, is that an invitation?" she asked, eyeing both Merlin and Arthur with rather captivating eyes.

Merlin looked at her incredulously as he noticed the crown prince had already had blushes forming on his cheeks. Merlin couldn't explain the reasons, but he felt his heart beats a little too faster than usual when she said that, almost hurting him. Yet with her eyes upon him on the latter, he felt a rush of relieve came into him that it was only another sarcastic jokes she managed. 'Naughty Morgana. Had she never changed one bit of my affection.'

Morgana casted them both a flirtatious smile before broke into laughter. "I'll see you later, boys." She shook her head as she passed them both, closing the door behind her.

Merlin couldn't help but to trail along Morgana's leave from the room. Now there's left him and the prince in the room. He casted a look at the prince. He seemed not over yet from the little scheme. "You alright there, sire?" he asked, breaking the silence in purpose to make sure if his prince isn't mute yet. 'Poor Arthur, he's raving red,' he couldn't help the smile escape from his lips.

"Just take me my tunic and we're done." He said in a hoarse voice.

Meanwhile, Gwen was having a little same problem with her mistress too. Out of the blue, Morgana showed interest in music and dance. "And since when were you becoming this interested in dance and music?" she asked as they were walking in the well, garden.

Morgana stopped at the very same spot she had kissed the mysterious man of her dream last night. "Emrys." She breathed as she shook her head into the reality and let out a small laughter.

"Emrys? Milady, if I may –"

"He was just a dream, Gwen. Nothing else. Just a sweet dream I would forever remember." Morgana stated, a smile escaped from her delicate lips.

Gwen looked at her lady in interest. She stood by Morgana's side as she leaned forward against a wall. Never yet Morgana had sweet dreams, or talk of sweet dreams. All she could remember was either Morgana woke up in the middle of the night, screaming either Arthur's name or without his name and she woke up next morning looking gloomy and uneasy. Gwen casted Morgana a look that could almost said, 'Go on, you know you want to tell me about it,'

Morgana for one thing, again, let out the small laughter that could melt anyone she wanted. She told everything to Gwen, knowing her maidservant could be trusted. They share their moments of gushing when it came to the kissing, unconsciously made them both looked just like girls of young age.

Uther, at the moment was passing by the corridor glanced at them with mere satisfied smile. "Ah, it was nice to see you smiling just as to hear you laughing again, Morgana." He greeted them as both of the girls curtsied to him. He nodded back with a smile. It was strange, to see Morgana extraordinarily happy, at least she's happier than the other day. "Am I the one to know what brings my ward into her happiness today?" he asked, silently prying.

"Only the best, my lord." She curtsied again, showing signs she will say no more of the conversation with the king.

Uther raised his eyebrow and casted the two girls a questioning look. "Do I sense secrecies around here?" he asked more to Gwen than Morgana.

"It's just the girls' secrets, my lord." Gwen curtsied deeply at the king.

Uther looked at the girls in front of him repeatedly. "Be as it may, good day, maidens." He said as he walked away towards the ball room.

Gwen and Morgana watched their king as he wondered away towards the corridor before exchanging glances between them and bursting into fits of giggle. "So, milady, what were you saying before we were interrupted?" she asked, taking Morgana's hands into hers.

"I gave him my handkerchief, as a token of my likeness to him." Morgana said. She sensed Gwen was about to make comment towards her dream and she added. "I know it was nearly cliché, but that was all I got at the moment."

"Milady, that was almost... romantic." Gwen said with a sigh.

"Gwen?" Morgana looked at her maidservant incredulously. "You swooned." She teased.

Gwen blushed at the comment as she mildly swatted Morgana's arm. "Where would you like to go after this?" she asked.

"Preferably meeting the boys, the last time I left them alone Arthur was raving red. Poor boy, I must've violated the laws of our sarcastic schemes a bit." Morgana joked as she trailed along the corridor.

Their short journey was silent. It bothers Gwen too little too much as all Morgana did was smiling gleefully. Obviously, Morgana hadn't once stopped thinking of the dream. She started to wonder the lucky and mysterious man that succeeded to steal Morgana's heart and half of her sanity.

"Gwen," Morgana called her maidservant and breaking the silence between them. When there was no verbal reply made by the maidservant, Morgana continued her intention. "Do you think the dream would come true?" she asked. "My previous dreams had always come true, in a way or the other way round." She dropped her tone so only two of them could hear what had been said. The last thing Morgana needed now was someone prying on her secrets.

"I'm not the one to tell you, milady. I'm sorry." She said, curtsied to Morgana.

Their journey turned out to return to Morgana's room as she had forgotten something to take with her before they went down to meet Arthur. Morgana was for some reason played with her paint when her hand was smeared with green paint by accident. "Oh, no." She said rueing the moment she decided to play with paints. She searched her table for her blue handkerchief but only to be disappointed as it was nowhere to be found. "Gwen!" she called, as her maidservant obediently hurried over her. "Help me find my handkerchief, please. I rue the moment I lay my hands on paints." Morgana said.

After minutes of disappointment passed, Morgana finally gave in to clean her hand with a cloth Gwen handed her. Her handkerchief was nowhere to be seen, that meant only one thing to Morgana. "The dream is true, Gwen, in some way or the other way round." She said.

Gwen shot her mistress an incredulous look. "Then, it would mean one thing, my lady." She said, holding Morgana's hands. "Your Emrys would have your handkerchief in his keep." She said which made her mistress smiled. "We should be going." She said after a moment.

As both of the maidens were on their way towards the practicing square, the very men they sought for were already making their way in their direction. They assumed both Arthur and Merlin were to return to the prince's room. "There you are." Morgana greeted his prince as their eyes met.

Arthur who couldn't yet get over by his previous embarrassment quickly avoided her gaze. His action was then led to an awkward silence. "Morgana." He said, blushing a little furiously.

"Merlin. It was nice meeting you." She said as she laid eyes on the prince's manservant. She was sent into questions when both of the men in front of her were behaving quite oddly. She was about to say something when Merlin took her chances.

"Likewise, milady. I can see you're in your extreme happiness, today. I wonder what Gwen did to please you?" Merlin joked; unconsciously the contagious charm of Arthur's started to rub on him.

Gwen did nothing to reply but to glare at the other servant with a look that could almost kill him. "You sounded like the king when he passed by us this morning."

"I see our prince here is all wet... with sweat." She said, joking and emphasising at the rhymed words. With a small laugh she passed them by, only to whisper to them. "See you at dinner tonight." She moved just her delicate fingers in sign to wave at them. "Let's leave them for the time being, Gwen." She said with a last glance that wore a smile, she was gone from the men's sight.

"She is sure in good mood today," Merlin shrugged, only to find his prince let out a sigh. 'What had gotten into Arthur?'

Right! At last, I'm done with the first chapter. I thought this would go on forever. So, what had gotten into Arthur? And Merlin, is he ever going to find out about the handkerchief he kept? What about Morgana? Will she ever get over her dream and act natural? Please, my sincerest hope, tell me how do you feel and tell me what'd you think? I gladly welcome ideas, if you had any ideas for me you'd like me to write, you know what to do, Review! Review!