Hey guys! You might know me from my Star Wars fics (and those of you waiting for an update on The Ghost of the Empire it will most likely be here after Thanksgiving break. And yeah, I know you hate me for taking so long on it. Sorry) But this is my first attempt at writing for Merlin! I love Merlin, and I don't know if I can do it justice.

I wrote this after episode 3x10 SO IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE EPISODE YET THIS FANFICTIOIN CONTAINS SPOILERS!

So please read and review!

Thanks!

Morgana glanced at herself in the mirror. Her long black (or is it dark brown? Hate to interrupt, but could somebody please tell me?) flowed down the back of her long red dress. Morgana had to admit that she looked quite stunning, fit for a Queen. Morgana smirked. Oh yes, most definitely fit for a Queen.

Morgana abruptly turned away from the mirror and out into the castle halls. Morgana had left the castle unnoticed many times, and this time wasn't any differently. Her flats smacked the hard cold floor making soft noises. Her footsteps lightened as she neared a guard and quickly snuck by him.

Soon Morgana was in the woods, humming to herself softly. As she made her way into the thicker part of the forest Morgana began to dream of when she would be Queen. Everybody would bow to her and not Uther. She would rule Camelot, not Arthur. And she would sit upon the throne with a crown rested upon her head, not Gwen's.

Morgana frowned. Gwen. The whole fiasco with Gwen is the reason why she is here. Gwen should be dead by now but no. Morgana's frowned deepened. She had been willing to let Gwen burn at the stake. Morgana remembered a time in which she and Gwen had been the best of friends, and that friendship ended because of her and not Gwen. Perhaps this all is a bad idea, and-

"Sister."

Morgana swirled around and smiled at her sister, "It's good to see you." She said as they embraced.

"Tell me, what troubles you."

"The plan…everything was set. Gwen was to burn at the stake, and I had framed her with a poultice."

"And yet she still lives?"

"Yes, because an old wizard came in- Dragoon the Great as he claimed. He admitted to having put the poultice there."

"Dragoon the Great? I have never heard of him. Where is he now?"

Morgana shook her head and looked at her sister fearfully, "He escaped."

"But he must've known you had put it there. He must be an ally of Gwen's," The blonde witch grabbed her sisters arms, "Who all knows about your magic?"

"Just Gaius and Merlin, no one else!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'd bet my life on it."

Morgana felt her sisters tight grip loosen, "Well, go back to Camelot. Be careful and I will search of news of Dragoon the Great. I will find out how he knew."

Morgana smiled, "Thank you."

The sisters said their goodbyes, and Morgana returned to Camelot with a light heart. She knew that if anybody could help her, her sister would.

Unfortunately for Morgana, she received a note three days later from the one in which she had put all her trust in.

Sister,

I'm sorry, but I have failed you. Nobody knows of Dragoon the Great, which means I cannot tell you how he knew. Someone else must know about you. Be careful.

Morgana dropped the note and turned away with a heavy heart.