For many years I thought that I knew who I was. Ward of the king, leading lady in his court, mistress to Guinevere. I knew that I liked dresses, jewelry, and the color purple; I liked horses, sword-fighting, and tournaments. I didn't like inequality, or birds. My biggest fear was the nightmares that broke into my sleep every so often.

But then things changed. I no longer saw the world as a place that was sunshine and roses, the biggest problems involving my arguments with Arthur. It was, quite suddenly, a place or turmoil and unrest, cruelty. It began with me realizing that Uther was really, truly wrong. We have some belief as children that, no matter what, even if we disagree with them, our parents are right.

Then, suddenly, they're not.

I wished that I could change things, make people believe, but no one took my seriously. They laughed at my anger, scorned my attempts at change. Who was I? I was Lady Morgana, the king's ward, young, female. Prone to frivolities. Beautiful court figure-head. Bargaining piece though marriage. In a word?

Inconsequential.

Then the dreams started coming more frequently, with a pattern. They came true; they actually happened. The things I saw came to be through some odd trick of nature. Or science. Or magic. I wanted to know, I wanted to understand- the things that were happening to me couldn't be natural. No one would tell me; Gaius, who I had relied on to always tell me the truth, put me off over and over again, making me doubt not only myself, but my sanity.

Then I met my sister- she saved me, actually, from Merlin, who tried to kill me. She nurtured me, comforted me, and became the mother I never had. She showed me that not all magic is evil, and taught me how to harness mine. And then, when she asked for something back, well, how could I refuse? I didn't even want to. I wanted to bring Uther down, to let magic run free once more.

So here we are. I know who I am now, for good or for ill. I am no longer Lady Morgana, who is just a pretty face. No longer inconsequential. I still like dresses and jewelry, but there are more important things now. I may not be good, or kind, or sweet. I am manipulative and can be harsh, and a liar. But I know who I am.

Do you?