Hey, thank you for reading. This is my first merlin fic. So I don't know how it is going to turn out. I hope it's will be good. It takes place after the end of season 3. its kind of the way I would like things to go in the show. I doubt it will though. I would love to hear any comments, good or bad that you have.

The dead leaves and twigs crackled under her feet, making the only sound that echoed around the area. The cold wind caused her to pull her arms around herself for warmth. When she reached her distinction, a clearing in the middle of the woods, she brought her hands up to her face. Her green eyes, turned to flacks of gold as a small fire sparked to life in her palm.

The wind picked up, and the fire was put out, as she lowered her hands to her sides. Helping her stay balanced as the wind continued to race around her. Her black hair blew around her, landing in her face. Once she returned it to its normally place, she could see the person that had joined her in the clearing, with such a show.

"Why do you want to see me this time." Her voice was almost as cold as the autumn air.

"The time has almost come."

The great dragon's voice was lowered as not to be overheard by the druid camp near by. Morgana had been staying with then for almost a year now. They had been the first people she had thought of turning too once she left Camelot. She needed them to help her save Morgause, and they had. They also helped her learn more about her magic. She wasn't like Morgause, her magic was different. Words of the old religion was not needed for her to cast a enchantment. Her magic came from her emotions, if she channelled them directly into what she wanted then her magic was stronger than she would ever have expected.

"I told you before, I'm not interested."

The great dragon lowered his head, so he could look her in the eyes. "I have told you. You may well be the deciding factor in the..."

"Future of Camelot, and Avalon. I know, and I don't care."

she saw the dragon's nostrils flaring, like he was going to breath fire on her. She knew he wouldn't. If that had been his intention, to kill her, he would have done so long ago. He called her to him, the way he had done to Merlin long ago, for a more important reason, than to kill her. The prophecy he often spoke off, was by no means simple. It was open to interpretation, and he was now starting to worry that he had interpreted it in the wrong way. Her being dangerous, and not trustworthy, may have been because she wasn't fully aware of all that was going on, about Merlin and his destiny. Leaving her alone, having to make her own way, without all the facts. Who knows how different things would be now, if she had know the truth from the start.

There was much that he still kept from her. Merlin's magic was the main one. Knowing what she would do if she found out just how much he had betrayed her made this an necessity. His own role in her life so far was also kept from her. He had called to her a few days after she had joined the druids, with the intention of simply seeing the witch who could be the ruin of Camelot for himself. When he saw her he almost didn't believe his eyes. There didn't seem to be anything that treating about her. She looked so helpless, vulnerable. He almost pitied her. For a reason he still couldn't fully understand, he gave her the power to help her sister, like he had given Merlin the power to save her.

When he did that he entered her mind. He saw her past, felt her pain. They were more alike than he would ever have thought. She knew what it was like to be helplessly trapped. To be more powerful, see things more clearly than most people. For these gifts to be treated with fear and hate. To be hidden away. It was then he for the first time in a long time, questioned the ancient prophecy.

Morgana for her part seemed relatively calm about being the presence of the last dragon. Over time when he called her, or on the once time she called him, when Morgause took a turn for the worst, she began to feel comfortable with him. So comfortable she could now talk back to him like she was doing now.

"You, Morgan Le fay..."

"I have done nothing to earn a name like that. I also no longer wish to go by any title I may have had. Call me Morgana, and don't presume you can order me."

He had to smile at his. She had a lot of sprite, or was it arrogance. "Witch. I have helped you in the past. When I could have not. Weather you choose to play your part willingly or not, you will play it. You have no choose."

"I'm tired of people telling me what to do." She stepped closer towards the dragon. So hers eyes where almost leave with his, as he lowered his head. Her face slowly crept into a evil grin, her eyes, glowed the tiniest bit gold in the evening light. "I will have my revenge on Camelot. On Uther, Merlin and Gaius. But in my own time. Camelot is built on lies and fear, it will fall. I will the night when I will dream of its fall...I'll wake up crying. Tears of joy."

A smirk, like the ones her face grew so used to falling into over a year ago, crept across her face. As she turned her back on the last great dragon, and walked away. There was no hesitation in her movements, no fear. He could have done any number of things to bring her back, or even kill her out of the angry he now felt. He did now of these things His face then fell into a smirk to match hers. It was always humorous to him, to see people acting like they had any control over anything, when they didn't. In a way he almost pitied her. He just let her walk away. Only for now though. After all there nowhere she could wake to, that would take her away from her fate, her destiny. There was just no walking away from that. What was coming would catch up to her soon enough, no matter what she did.

I know I'm not the best writer. So I feel I should explain a few things. Morgana has been living with the druids. I have decided to make Morgana more like the character in the legend, moral ambiguous. Not really having a side, just doing what is best fro her. She was also a healer. So I thought I would make her magic different from Merlin's by having her not have to speak in the language of the old religion. This chapter is also short, but the other will be longer.

I would also like to ask you a question. I am not sure how Morgana should find out about Merlin's magic. I thought I would have the dragon tell her. But I think merlin she play a part in it too. Either by him telling her, or she finds out on her own, maybe by accident. What do you think.