Morgana walked quietly through the woods, her long raven hair flowing behind her; she was going to meet Merlin, the only one in Camelot that hadn't turned his back on her, the only one who believed she wasn't an evil witch as the rest of them did. People that used to be her friends, Arthur, Gwen, even her father, even though he lied to her and scared her, she had had hurt them and she knew they had no right to forgive her for everything she had done.
She had been meeting him most nights for almost eight months now, slipping past Morgueuse in the process, that was the hard part, she never took her eyes off of her, and they were either always training or plotting to destroy Camelot. Morgana didn't want to be evil, all she wanted was to live in Camelot in peace, to have everyone who once loved her back again, but as she knew too well, that wasn't going to happen, not as long as Morgueuse alive, until her sister died, she was a prisoner.
It all started when Morgueuse had kidnapped her, then a year after when she had returned to Camelot while Morgueuse was manipulating her, forcing her to betray the ones she loved, nothing that happened had been her doing, Morgueuse had put her under a spell, she was controlling her, but her sister was weak now, but still strong enough to keep her captive, her only happiness now was meeting with Merlin, the one she loved more than anything, more than her own life.
As she came close to the clearing, she realised Merlin had not yet arrived, that was strange he always came, and early too. The cold autumn air was making her shiver, 'I hope he's not too long' she thought.
The minutes went past slowly, Morgana realised she had been waiting almost an hour now, praying he hadn't abandoned her. She was trying to reassure herself that he just got caught up with something at the castle, or maybe he forgot… No, that's stupid he would never forget. Maybe he didn't want to come. She tried to shake the thoughts from her mind but it was no use.
Sighing, she gave up and started to walk back home, or what she must now call home, Cendred's old castle, she was so glad her sister's lover was dead, he was cruel to her, made her believe she was nothing.
Then her thoughts drifted to what she would have to tell Merlin when she next saw him, she was terrified, although she knew he had a kind heart and that he would want to be with her no matter what and tell her everything was going to be okay. She was just scared of his reaction; she didn't want his loyalties to be divided, any more than they already were.