(1100) The first time he sees her it's a surprise. It was been almost five hundred years since King Arthur had died and he had began wondering around the earth. He hasn't seen any of them since that day. Gwen, Gaius, Arthur, the knights, no one. He is walking through a small village on the out skirts of London when he spots her signature long black hair. He does a double take. It couldn't be her. Not after all this time. But it is her. She doesn't notice him as she strolls along the street. There is a man by her side and children walking in front of her. The couple is smiling as they watch the kids. The children call the couple mother and father as they run in front of them. This is unexpected. She is no longer the angry, murderess witch that she once was. This Morgana is happy, in love, and a mother. As she passes him, she gives him a smile. She does not remember the past. This Morgana does not know who he is and he thinks it's better that way.
(May 19 1536) The second time he sees her is by accident. He had been passing by the Tower of London when a crowd started to gather. He really didn't pay attention to what was going on in England anymore. This wasn't the home he remembered and this Henry wasn't his king. His king was still waiting to return. He had heard that the wife of the king was suppose to killed today along with a few of her ladies-in-waiting. This must be what the crowd waits for. He is reminded of the executions Camelot had. The smell of the burning flesh. Now, though, they used swords and axes. They cut off the person's head. A quick, easy death. It is impossible to get out of the crowd so he stands and waits for it to be over. As the ladies are lead through the crowd, he spots her hair. It has been four hundred years since he last saw her in that village. This Morgana is not the happy one from that time. This Morgana puts on a brave face as she waits in line for her turn at the ax. She will not let these people see her cry. He can tell she is scared though. The way her body shakes, the wetness under her eyes. He ignores the puddle he sees under her dress. She deserves a last bit of dignity. She spots him in the crowd as she kneels down. A hint of recognition is in her eyes but it's gone a second later. Her death is quick. This Morgana does not feel any pain as she moves on to the after life.
(1800s) A few hundred years pass before he sees her again. He's walking down the streets of London. Moving. Always moving. Never staying in one place long. There's no telling where Arthur might show up or even when. Soon though. Hopefully soon. It is as he's passing a pub that he sees her. This Morgana takes him by surprise. He stares at her for a long time, taking in her changed appearance. At first he is not sure it is her but her eyes tell him that it is. Her once slim figure is bloated and large. Her perfectly straight teeth are yellow with age. Her hair is still long but it's greasy and full of dirt. The dress she wears clings to her body. It is too tight and small on this larger figure of hers. This Morgana is a lady of the night. Selling her body for a few coins just to survive. It is shocking to see and it saddens his heart. Never in his life has he seen something like this before. He tosses a few coins at this Morgana before walking away. This Morgana is one he never wants to see again.
(1910s-1920s) The turn of the century brings new surprises for the world. Electricity, airplanes, moving pictures. The world is changing all around him everyday and it is hard to get use to these changes. He wonders down the street of a small town when he sees her again. Stopping, he stares at the movie poster. This Morgana is wearing a flowing, blue dress. It is similar to the ones that she use to wear at court all those years ago. The name of the movie is Knights of the Round Table. He knew that the stories from his time had been written down. They were legends now. Myths. Books had been published, plays had been done. Now with this new technology they were making movies about it. It was only right for her to play in the first one. He sits in the back of the theater and smiles as her face comes on to the screen. This Morgana is just as beautiful as she had been in Camelot. Her long hair falling down her back, her hips swinging as she walked, her smile gracing her perfect face. It is memorizing. The movie does not get anything right. The story has been changed so much that it is fiction now. That does not mater though. He hadn't watched it because of the story. He watched it because of her. She makes dozens of movies over the next decade. Once talkies become popular though, her, like hundreds of others, have trouble switching over from silent to sound. Her last picture is a flop. The once famous actress is no more. The last article about her in the newspaper is about her death. This Morgana gave up on life. They find the gun next to her body in her flat. Not even thirty and she's moved on in life.
(14 October 1940) The next decade brings war to Europe. A man from Germany is trying to take over. Those airplanes that once fascinated him so much when he first saw them now brings death and destruction to London. It is not safe anywhere anymore. The siren pierces the night sky as he is sitting in a pub one night. They are taken to the underground until it is safe to leave. The bombs over head shake the ground around them. People hold loved ones hands, hold crucifixes and mumble prayers. He looks around at the scared people and his eyes land on hers. This Morgana is wearing a nurses outfit. She is being trained at a nearby hospital and had been caught by the bombs on her way home forcing her here. Her legs are pulled up to her chest and she shakes a bit with each bomb. He watches her the whole time they are down there. It is tempting to move closer to her, offer her his hand, but he doesn't. What they once shared had happened thousands of years ago. They are strangers now. A bomb goes off over head and she screams in fear. The sound of rushing water makes people turn and look. The tunnel is soon filled with water and earth. He swims the best he can to the surface and manages to get out. She is not so lucky though. This Morgana who was just trying to do good for her country dies along over sixty other people.
(1970s) Three decades pass before he sees Morgana again. Things have changed a lot since the blitz back in the 1940s. Women are fighting for their rights. The right to have careers. To be able to be treated with respect. To be treated as equals. This decade was made for her. She has been a feminist for thousands of years. No man has ever been allowed to stand in her way. Her message on equal rights for women spreads across the country. This Morgana starts out by doing speeches on campuses across the United Kingdom. It spreads from speeches to magazine articles. Finally she writes a few books and starts an organization. Her feminist ideas that were not welcomed in Camelot are cherished here. It is at these speeches that he sees her again. She looks so happy. Happier than he had ever seen her. It is at one of these speeches that she is killed. An anti-feminist that does not like her ideas brings a gun. Two bullets and she is down. This Morgana thrived in this time period until her life is taken from her.
(Now) He sits by the shore and looks toward the island. It was in this lake that Freya rested in. The last time that he had seen her was when she took back the sword right after Arthur had died. The lady of the lake had been silent ever since. Arthur still rested on the island. The once and future king had not risen yet. He had seen others from that time period recently. Lancelot and Gwen. Married with kids. Her brother Elyan was a teacher at the local school. The playboy Gwaine still getting drunk in the pubs. Leon and Percival were with him sometimes. He had even saw Gaius at the hospital once. He was a doctor now. Even his enemies were now returning. Morgause and her sister Nimueh owned a bookstore. Mordred worked there on the weekends. Others he had seen in passing. Elena, Kara, Mithian, Edwin, Cenred, different druids. Even his parents he had caught a glimpse of. They were happy, married, had kids. None of these people remembered Camelot. They were just strangers. Nothing else. The legend of King Arthur and his knights were just myths to them. Things to read about or watch on t.v. Nothing more. They did not know their connection to the story. Did not know the role they had played. He was the only one that remembered. When he saw Morgana again after almost thirty years he didn't think anything of it. She was just another person passing by the long forgotten lake. When she sat next to him though he knew things were different. This Morgana remembered.
"Hello Merlin..."
