If I could turn back time
"I don't know why you are doing this!" I mutter, walking besides Arthur.
"What do you mean why? I like to hunt. Why is it so difficult to comprehend?" Arthur replies, starting to walk faster.
"Yeah. Right." I whisper. I know that he is so temper because of Gwen. Why can't he just admit it? It's not irrational or a sign of weakness so why can't he just talk about it? He might even feel better. But no. Because it's Arthur. He has to keep all those feelings inside because if he ever let anyone know that he has emotion he will die. At least that's what he thinks.
"I didn't bring you with me to question me or to murmur all the time." Arthur points out.
"Why do you bring me then?" I ask. Me talking is gonna make him angrier but I don't quite care.
Arthur stops walking and I am preparing myself for a lecture. But then I look where he is looking at.
Morgana.
Great. That's fucking great.
"What are you two doing all alone in the woods?" she asks playfully.
"We decided to run away together." Arthur says mimicking Morgana's voice, which apparently finds funny.
"Oh don't be like that Arthur. We haven't talked since I tried to take over Camelot. And I did for a while but thanks to your stupidly loyal servant I failed." She says glaring at me. Of course she has to mention this in front of Arthur. For one more time, I am grateful that I never told her about my powers despite my eager to tell someone, to tell her. I have to admit that I liked her. A lot. So I wanted to tell her, so she wouldn't feel alone. But I didn't, which made me wonder for two years if that was a mistake and what would have happened if she knew. Would she be so eager to run away and to idolize Morgause? Would she still turn to Uther? Would she still be so desperate to take over Camelot and kill her brother? I would never know. One thing I know for sure. That she can't ever find out. Not now. The moment of truth has passed and I hope that it won't ever come. She could use that knowledge against me –and Arthur- in so many ways.
"How in the hell Merlin helped on ruining your evil plans?" Arthur asks glancing suspiciously at me.
"He didn't tell you? What a shame." She comments, making her voice too girly.
Since Arthur realises that he won't get any answer either from me or from Morgana, he raises slightly his hands and he sighs. "Whatever. So, now what? Are you going to kill us?"
"Oh, I have a much better plan, don't you worry." She replies, coming towards us.
I am ready to use my magic whenever I have to. If she even dares to attacks to Arthur…
"I am not worried." Arthur says mocking her voice again. "But I would really like you to give me the heads up. What kind of diabolical plan is that?"
"If I tell you it won't be so diabolical would it?" Morgana replies. Now she is just a few steps away from Arthur. She raises her hand and I am on the edge of using my magic, but all she does is stroking Arthur's face.
"Things would be so different if you weren't so naive, Arthur." She whispers. Her voice sounds so different than before. There is not sign of mocking, of anger or anything that makes the new 'evil' Morgana. She sounds nostalgic, rather than anything else. "We could have had something…Don't you remember? It was going to be me and you against the world."
I narrow my eyes. What is that supposed to mean? It can't be what I am thinking.
I can't see Arthur's expression but he stays silent. He doesn't even move.
Morgana's nostalgic smile fades away and her faces darkens. "But you had to fall in love with her. You had to be your father's son."
In love with her? Is she talking about Gwen? She doesn't mean that she was…in love with Arthur does she?
I remember everyone saying how adorable couple she and Arthur were, when I first came to Camelot, which was annoying at the time since I liked her. I did notice that she liked Arthur, but I wasn't sure if it was anything more than I liked Gwen. Arthur never talked about Morgana –not that he talked about any girl at all but still- so I assumed that, this so called union wasn't going to happen. But if Morgana felt anything more than what she was showing for Arthur why didn't she ever say anything?
"Now, it's too late for anything." Morgana says through her teeth, with her eyes locked at Arthur's. Then she closes her eyes and she leans her head down slightly and she starts whispering something.
A spell.
Before I could react, I feel something like a wind coming to me. I am forced to close my eyes.
When I open them again, I am prepared for the worse, but what I see surprises me.
Both I and Arthur are in the exact same position that we were before. Like nothing changed. Except from Morgana. She is no longer here.
"Are you all right?" Arthur asks, who seems as surprised as I am.
I nod. "You?"
"Yeah. What the hell happened?" he asks, but I don't answer. He looks around for something. "Let's just go back, shall we?"
I finally agree with him. I have a feeling that something really strange happened though, but I don't know what that could be. Everything seems the same.
"Come on." He says and from his voice I can understand that he is as upset as I am.
I want to ask him what he thinks of Morgana's words, but I don't. I am not sure how that would help, so I don't ask. For now at least.
A few metres away, we hear someone coming.
First I presume that they are soldiers from another kingdom or thieves, because I am that lucky. But I am mistaken.
A woman laughing, runs towards us and she falls on Arthur accidentally. I can't see her face clearly but she seems straggly familiar. She has blond long her hair, that fall on her solders. Her dress, tells me that she isn't a peasant. No. She surely belongs to a loyal family. Her laugh makes me think for a moment that she came out from a fairytale.
"Oh my God!" she puffs "I am so sorry Sir!"
"It's ok." Arthur says. "Are you all right? Are you h-" he helps her stand on her feet but when he looks at her, he freezes.
A man running towards us. "Everything all right?" he asks.
He seems familiar to.
It doesn't take me long to realize who he is. Who she is. My jaw drops.
Oh my God.
This can't be good.
"Igraine? Are you all right?" he asks still smiling.
It's them. They are like twenty years old but it's them. They are…They are Arthur's parents. Uther and Igraine. I can't imagine how Arthur must feel right now.