Hi everyone! This is my first Merlin fanfic, and I hope you like it! I know that this chapter is really short and, in my opinion, boring, but it's actually really important if you look closely enough! :D

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Merlin, but I would most certainly like to

Enjoy!

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The emerald-green cloak billowed slightly as the mysterious figure led their horse through the thick fog in the forests of the countryside. It was to be a long journey, and if they maintained their current pace, the traveler would not make it to their destination by nightfall as expected. The traveler tugged at the horse's reigns once more and continued on at a faster pace than before. They could not afford to waste any time.

After a while, the fog cleared, revealing an unexpected clearing instead of the expected brush that was most annoyingly common in these woods. The traveler sensed the horse's sudden relaxation of having cleared the fog, and deemed it appropriate to mount for the remainder of the journey. They set off at a canter to cross the clearing as fast as possible.

The sun was the only reminder of the passing time; the reddish tint of twilight had begun to appear by the time the traveler reached the more familiar trees and twisted branches. They pressed on, maneuvering the horse down a twisted path as to avoid the warped roots and branches that reached out to block the way. A branch caught hold of the emerald-green cloak of the traveler and forced the party to halt. After several attempts to free the cloak nicely, the traveler resorted to fiercely ripping the cloak from the branch in order to carry on.

Finally, the traveler ventured out of the forests, and was able to look upon their destination: Camelot. The magnificent ivory castle, tinted red by the light of the falling sun, stood in all its glory; it was as striking as the traveler had remembered it to be. Six months away and it hadn't changed a bit here at Camelot.

The traveler slid gracefully off the horse and took a few steps forward towards the castle. They had arrived; they were finally there. The traveler pushed back the hood that had covered their head, and revealed tresses of shimmering ebony hair, which contrasted greatly with the deathly pale white skin of the traveler.

Morgana stood as still as a statue, reigns in hand, and blankly stared at the kingdom that she called home.

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