Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, BBC does.
AN: So I'm crazy and just got a random idea for a new story and (like always) I just had to write it. These plot bunnies just won't leave me alone, especially the Mergana ones. This story takes place immediately following Series 3. Enjoy and I'm grateful for any feedback!
Enchantment
Prologue
Morgana felt completely numb. Ever since that night when her sister perished, she had felt the searing pain of her loss and then not long after she felt absolutely nothing. She had treasured Morgause's leadership and friendship and now that she was gone, Morgana honestly didn't know what her next step would be. She was determined to avenge her sister's death, but she wasn't sure how she should go about it. Merlin deserved to die for what he did to Morgause.
Of course that bumbling physician Gaius had been in the room too, but Morgana was certain that Merlin had dealt the killing blow. She hated him when he poisoned her, but now that he killed her sister, Morgana couldn't think of a word strong enough for the way she loathed Merlin. Something had to be done, but she didn't know where to start.
Morgana aimlessly picked through Morgause's possessions, almost feeling badly for going through her sister's things. But then she would want Morgana to use them, not anyone else. All that Morgana knew about magic was tribute to her sister's careful teaching, and now Morgana was sad upon the realization that she would never have an opportunity to learn like she did before.
How did Merlin even manage to kill her? Morgana wondered. He wasn't strong or brave, just particularly clumsy and ridiculous at times. Yet Merlin had a knack for knowing when someone was up to no good. She glanced down at an large emerald pendant and gasped in awe. Morgause had such lovely things; Morgana put the necklace on and went back to her musings. Yes, Merlin would pay.
Morgana woke with a start, fear coursed through her every fiber and she shook. Merlin, she hoped he was alright, she needed to look after Merlin. She smiled when she thought of his bright blue eyes, and his smile. But where was Merlin? Morgana felt a strange desire to go and see him, after all he was the love of her life.