A/N: Hey there! I'm sure you're probably wondering where this idea came from, and actually, it came to me from the song 'Mordred's Lullaby'. I wanted to combine both the original legends, and the TV show together, and this seemed to be the best way to do it. It's not immensely detailed, and I did that on purpose. More for your own minds to wonder about. Please, enjoy my dark, demented mind. WARNING: Rated M for suggestions of rape.

Hush child, the Darkness will Rise from the Deep,
And, carry you Down into Sleep,
Child, the Darkness will Rise from the Deep,
And, Carry you Down into Sleep.

At age twelve, Morgana Le Fay's father died. He had been killed in battle, fighting Uther Pendragon's war. When news reached her and her maid, young Gwen, in Camelot's majestic castle, she didn't believe it. Her father, dead? No, it would never happen.

But, slowly, the reality dawned on her. Her father never came home, and soon her belongings that had been left at her home where she lived with her father were being brought to the room she had been living in during her father's absence, in Uther's castle. Soon after, grief consumed her. She refused to eat, to move, to change her clothes, or even brush her hair. Getting out of her bed, to stare vacantly out of her window, had become an immense torture.

Soon, she had become grievously ill. Her body had become frail, weak, her mind, clouded. She still barely allowed herself to do anything more than drink a few sips of water, and often had to be pinned down and have food forced down her throat. Her nightmares got worse, and she felt as if she were losing her mind.

In a way, she was.

It took weeks, months, even, for her to step outside of her room. She had suffered greatly through malnourishment, and numerous sicknesses, and her body and mind were both weak.

She allowed Gwen to wash and brush her hair, slowly and painfully removing the knots and tears and everything sad and broken. Her hair, dulled over the months of neglect, shone in bright vibrancy, and fell down her back, almost like a pair of black wings. She wore a lovely, flowing green dress, making her eyes shine. She held to Gwen for support as she made her way down to the castle corridors and stairs to the grand hall. She knew before she stepped through the doors that it would be elaborately decorated, with flowers hanging from the pillars, men dressed in gallant outfits, and ladies in pretty dresses made of satin and silk.

Today was her thirteenth birthday.

She clutched tightly onto Gwen's hand, and she nodded at the two knights guarding the door. The doors swung open, and it was everything she knew it would be. Red and white flowers hanging from the pillars, red silken banners hung between them. A long table stood in the middle of the room, laden with fruits, meats, and silver goblets full of wine. Another table stood at the end of the room, three seats of grandeur showing that it was a place for Royalty only.

Uther stood up, and called out to the now quiet guests, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Lady Morgana."

Morgana pondered for a moment as to why he would suddenly be calling her 'Lady Morgana', and she thought that, perhaps this was the formal way of telling the Kingdom that she was now his ward, under his care, and completely under his control.

Some birthday present.

Still, she walked down the room, smiling graciously at the guests who were here in her honour. When she reached the table where Uther and a young Arthur stood, she lifted the front of her dress slightly, as a type of curtsy. Uther smiled down at her, and beckoned her to the seat on his left. She looked at Gwen as she took her seat at the table, fear in her eyes. She wasn't used to being around people after so long of solitude, and the constant flow of hatter and laughter had become an alien noise to her. Gwen gave her a small, reassuring smile, as she stood to the side of the room with the other servants.

Gwen was younger than she was, only having turned eleven a few months beforehand, but she was the most loyal, warm, kind person Morgana could have hoped to meet.

Uther, still standing, lifted a small, intricately decorated silver box, "My birthday present to you." He handed the box to her, and she looked at it, in a slight wonder. It was very beautiful, almost too beautiful. Slowly, she lifted the lid, and inside, lying in the folds of black velvet, there lay a silver chain, long enough to be a necklace. She lifted it, and an emerald, hanging from the chain as a pendant, came into view.

She beamed at Uther, "Thank you, my Lord. It is truly beautiful."

The night passed slowly, as Morgana forced herself to dance, accept presents, and eat. How she wished it could pass faster. The wine made her giddy, and the food made her feel sick, but she continued, trying her hardest to please her new carer.

She was probably one of the last to retire to her chambers, after many of the Ladies and Lords had left to their own homes earlier in the night. When she fell against the bed, she was asleep almost instantly, and had, for once, a dreamless rest.

Merlin

Finally, she had begun to open up again. She came out of her room regularly, letting herself into society again at a slow pace.

It was only a few weeks after her birthday that she saw Arthur boasting in the training field about his sword ship skills to the other young knights in training. She smirked to herself. I'll show him.

"Now, when you lunge at your opponent, you must make sure to keep steady, and hold onto your sword with a tight hand, and not drop it."

"What, like you do?" Morgana called from the fence that she leant against, her arms crossed, her expression smug.

"What are you talking about Morgana?"

"Oh, nothing. Just how you can never hold your sword upright on your own, let alone against an opponent."

"Oh, and you could do better?"

She smiled, and walked over to the post with weapons. She unsheathed a sword, "As a matter of fact," she pointed it at him, "I can."

She swung her sword at him, and he deflected it, just in time by his own, the swords clanging together. Next, she spun on the spot, her raven hair flying, brought down the sword from the air and aimed for his ankles. With a sharp crack, the sword hit its target, and Arthur fell, splayed on the grassy floor.

"I told you I could do better Arthur." She winked, dug the sword into the ground, and left the training ground, grinning to herself proudly.

Merlin

Arthur's birthday soon passed, and his was less Lords and Ladies, and more ale and knights. She attended the feast, of course, but retired after a few hours.

Barely two months later and it was Uther's birthday. Morgana wore a long, clingy, red dress, the emerald jewelled necklace hanging at her throat, and, for her first time, makeup. She felt like the belle of the ball, but, it soon occurred, she most certainly was not. This day was all about Uther, alcohol, and laughter. She danced with a few courtiers, once or twice with Arthur, and even with Uther. The night was so happy, but, as she knew well, happiness never seemed to last very long.

She left for her chamber's when she felt as if walking would cause her an injury, which, in her state of alcohol consumption, was not hard to imagine. Bidding farewell to the guests, and goodnight to the two Pendragons, she walked through the white halls and corridor's, giggling to herself. She welcomed the sight of her bed with grateful eyes.

"Gwen?" she called out, and the young girl appeared from the small alcove where the spare bed for Gwen was.

"Here, my Lady."

"Oh, Gwen…you should really be home with your father."

Gwen shook her head, "I wanted to make sure you were well."

Morgana smiled, "You really are too kind to me."

"Well, you're my friend. It's the least I can do." She returned the smile, "Would you like me to help you into your nightdress?"

Morgana laughed a little, "Please. I feel quite…giddy…" she held onto one of the posts as an indication.

"I'm not surprised, my Lady."

"Oh, stop calling me that would you? We're friends, as you said. Surely that means we can call each other by our names?"

"Of course, My-Morgana." Gwen gave a small giggle, and then helped Morgana change into her nightdress, and into bed, "Goodnight, Morgana."

"Goodnight Gwen. Go home, it's late."

Gwen nodded, "Thank you."

Gwen left the room, and soon, Morgana succumbed to sleep.

Merlin

She woke suddenly, shocked awake by a bang. Her door. She looked over, to see a figure standing there. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Arthur.

She shook her head, bewildered, "Arthur? What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer her, instead, staggered over to her, he smell of alcohol coming off of him in waves. He smiled at her. She thought she should be comforted by that, but she wasn't. The smile was all wrong. So wrong.

"Arthur? What are you doing?" he still didn't answer her, and as he got closer to her, his smile got worse and worse.

"M'gana…" he slurred and climbed onto her bed. He pulled the blanket from her, and as she tried to fight him off pulled at her nightdress, and forced his mouth onto hers.

Oh, how she hoped and prayed that what would happen next wouldn't, but soon, her screams echoed around her mind as Arthur covered her mouth with his hand as he pleasured himself, thrusting in and out of her.

When, at last, he spilled his seed inside of her body and left her, there was blood on the bed, blood on her legs, and over her hands as she held her head as she screamed. Screamed and screamed and screamed, until at long last, a guard came to her. He saw her, and instantly shouted down the hall to where another Guard stood, waiting for commands, "Get the Court Physician!"

Merlin

A/N2: I really hope you liked the first chapter! This story will probably only be around three or four chapters long, and should hopefully be updated weekly, as I have to go back and watch a few episodes for this… please review and tell me what you think!