Hello everyone! This is my first Merlin fic & I suppose I wrote it to simply get over the pain of that finale (no, I'm still not okay with it). Please let me know what you think as your reviews mean the world to me! Oh, and I don't own anything. If I did, the amount of beautiful babies Merlin & Morgana would have would be ridiculous.
Chapter I Nothing Like Before
Morgana forced herself to gaze out the window. The freshly-cleaned glass did little to hide the nightmare that had been cast over the once great city of Camelot. Tears threatened to fall once again as the raven haired woman heard the screams of hundreds of innocents being slaughtered. Putting a hand over her mouth to stifle a cry, Morgana looked away. She glanced around the throne room and took in the guards that had been ordered to keep her there. Five against one; the odds were hardly fair but then again, they weren't supposed to be. Where was Uther? Where was Arthur or Merlin or Gwen? Were they dead too? The thought threatened to consume the woman as she paced around the room awaiting her fate. Suddenly, the doors were thrown open and a blonde haired woman wearing a blood red dress strolled in, a smile adorning her face. Morgana's stomach churned at the sight of her and she made no effort to hide her disgust.
"I assume you've taken a little look outside? Hm?" the woman asked Morgana. The dark haired woman refused to answer as she had many times before and almost regretted it when a ringed hand collided with her cheek, splitting the skin and causing a few droplets of blood to stream down her face. "Haven't I told you that I don't like it when you ignore me?"
"Yes." Morgana reluctantly replied, a hand pressed against her bloodied cheek.
"Yes, what?" the woman sneered causing bile to rise in Morgana's throat once more.
"Yes, Your Majesty." She spat the words at the fair haired woman and awaited another blow. When nothing came, Morgana simply stared at the woman. She was staring out the window Morgana had previously looked out of, except she was smiling with sickening pleasure. The screams that filled her ears brought her joy and the thought of so many dead citizens of Camelot brought her ecstasy.
"Look at it, Morgana. Look at what we've accomplished." The woman wrapped her arm around Morgana's waist and forcefully pulled her towards the view. Morgana refused to lay her eyes on the carnage in front of her. "I said, look!" the other woman's hand wrapped itself in Morgana's hair and thrust her head forward causing a cry to escape from the woman's lips.
"I've seen it Morgause!" Morgana screamed at her 'sister'. "I've seen the devastation your bloodlust has caused! How much more death and destruction do you want?!" The blonde pulled Morgana's face close to hers and whispered,
"Until Arthur is found the people of Camelot will suffer. As will you, dear sister." With that she tossed Morgana backwards and the brunette landed on her back at the feet of a guard. "Take her to the dungeons. Maybe a few nights in a dark, damp cell will help her see things my way."
"Go to hell." Morgana spat at the blonde only to receive another blow to the face, this time from the guard that had already begun dragging her across the marble floor and towards the dungeons. He had to sustain most of Morgana's weight as the woman had been knocked practically unconscious by his backhand. She soon heard the opening of a cell and felt herself being thrown forward, unable to stop herself. Morgana landed hard, her arms not having enough time to break her fall, and slowly retreated into the corner of her cell. She heard the door shut and the bolt slide into place, assuring her fate. Morgana immediately began to think that her previous troubles were nothing compared to what she, and now Camelot, would face under the rule of Morgause. Life was about to get a hell of a lot more difficult.
Please review and let me know if interest in the story actually exists! I won't bother posting the next chapters even though they're already finished if there isn't.
