Yeah, so, I seriously love the episode 'The Nightmare Begins' from Season 2, (Episode 3), and so I just thought I'd write a little one-shot on what was going through Morgana's head as she realised she had magic. I have no idea when this is set, maybe just after the episode... Decide for yourself. It's any time in Season 2 after her magic blasts that window/vase/sets fire to the curtains. Read. The review. Yep, that pretty little review button down there. CLICK IT.
It's inside of me. I know it is. I can feel it, stirring in bones, awakening in my blood. I know it is. Because no matter what anyone says, no matter how much medicine Gaius can pour inside of me, none of it can quench this. It's who I am. I know it is.
I remember what happened that night. I can remember every painful detail; the rush, the build up of energy, the power, all eminating from me as I watched that curtain burst into flames. No. I didn't watch. I caused. I know I did.
And it is so much worse now than before. Since I was so young, I suspected. On some level I always knew it, knew there was something else. Something different. The dreams, I should have realised that they were a warning of this. I suppose I did, only admitting it would feel like this.
Every day, every waking hour, I look everyone I've ever loved or cared about in the eye, knowing that if they had any clue as to what made me, I'd be dead before dawn. I know I would. And every minute has caused to to wall myself in, push people away, and isolate myself, simply so the chances of me letting on are simpler. Each time I open my eyes, an overwhelming feeling envelopes me, a feeling of being an imposter, a stranger in my own life, a traitor for that I didn't choose.
How can you live your life a lie? How will I survive my life? To keep my head on my shoulders, my entire life is a damned lie. I know it is. It has to be.
They can say otherwise. They can try and convince me otherwise. They can try and keep me in the dark. But magic is scripted into my soul. I know it is.