I DO NOT OWN BBC'S MERLIN, NEVER WILL, HOPE YOU ENJOY MORGANA'S POV
In a land myths of and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdoms downfall rests on the shoulders of a young girl, her name, is Morgana.
Slip and slide in the countryside, in the thickets where hoppers would hide, corn fields, farmers patches, life would not be more beautiful than it already had been now. Young Arthur Pendragon layed in the tall grass fields chewing on a piece of wheat. The only thing on his mind were the blue skies he could already see, and his future, of what he ever could be. the wind blew nicely, a warm good breeze. The sun was high in the sky and raining down it's rays to kiss the earth and all that was on it. Arthur closed his eyes and could hear the sound of birds singing, he could feel the damp dirt below him, since it was just spring and not long ago had winter been around. Dead leaves from last year pricked at his clothes, but minded them he did not. He layed with his head on his left palm and was stretching, enjoying his comfort zone. Suddenly he heard far away laughter, it sounded like... A girl. And he knew exactly who it was. He then heard the voice again, it sounded closer, then suddenly no noise, then...
"Hey Arthur!" Some girl eclipsed the sun with her overhead Arthur's head.
Arthur squinted, for now it was hard to see her since her form was dark since the sun was right behind her. Arthur pretended to be startled and sat upright, then turned his head to look at his new visitor. It was his young friend, Morgana. Only just recently had Uther adopted her, she was now his Ward. Arthur didn't realy like Morgana at first, but soon he got to know her and they grew like brother and sister. "What do you want Morgana?" Arthur squinted at her.
Morgana giggled, "Heh, Arthur, you got dirt and wheat all over your back."
"It is because I was laying down silly girl. I was relaxing." Arthur said to her with a sarcasticly disappointed face.
Morgana giggled once again. "Come on Arthur, let us go riding." Morgana pushed him.
"What? Why?" Arthur sounded so uninterested.
"Come on, I have nothing to do and Alane, my servant, she says she is busy, which we both know she is always tired since she is so old." Morgana whined to him.
Arthur groaned, "Oh, alright then, come on." Arthur took Morgana's hand and led her through the tall grass to the stable.
They arrived at the stable and then picked out they're two horses, Morgana chose the greyish white spotted one, and Arthur got a brown one. They properly got everything on the horses, then Arthur came over to Morgana's horse, put his hands together and bent his knees, right beside her horse. "What are you doing?" Morgana asked.
"What does it look like? I'm going to help you get on."
"No such need," Morgana then jumped up on the horse, got one foot where it's supposed to go, then brought her other foot on so she could get completely on the saddle, then brought her left foot to rest in it's right place. Arthur was quite surprised that a little girl like her could get on a horse so easily. He then also noticed that she took off, she kicked her horse and then raced out of the barn into the corral. Arthur then hurried on his horse and raced after her.
The corral was fairly big, so there was lots of room to roam. But Arthur caught up with her and said, "Morgana! Morgana! Let your horse walk around a bit, it has been standing and sitting a day, it's not ready for a full run." Arthur told her. Morgana listened and pulled back her horse for a small trot. Arthur pulled up beside her and they then slowly went into a walk together around the corral.
"I see you know much about horses," Morgana smiled and giggled at Arthur.
Arthur smiled and said, "Well, you see, a Prince of Camelot has got to know these things," he said upright and proud like his father always does. That made Morgana laugh. She was realy enjoying herself.
"Do you think we will do things like this when we are older? Do you think we will still spend time like this?"
"I do not see why we shant. I mean, I will be honnest, you are probably my best friend Morgana, you are my sister now, I do not see why we shant." Arthur smiled.
Morgana smiled, "Then let us spend time together, all the time?" Her smile grew happier.
"Of course," Arthur laughed accepting and glad.
They did spend time together, they played games, rode and even had secret meetings together and were the best of friends. But as Arthur got older, his duties to his father became more pressing and stressing, so much so he actually would miss time with Morgana and spend more time with his father, in training of becoming Prince of Camelot. Morgana tried to confront her friend about them not spending much time together anymore, but Arthur failed to listen. Soon enough, Arthur got now friends, they were nobels from the kingdom his father wanted him to meet. Arthur's behaviour changed to, he became an arrogant prat and there was nothing Morgana could do. Eventually Morgana met Gwen, her new assigned servant, since Alane died of old age. Morgana and Gwen became friends so fast, and they prospered together. Eventually, the things Arthur and Morgana would just say to each other were either barely nothing or a 'hi' every now and then.
Morgana looked at herself in the mirror. She had grown up since the day her and Arthur rode in a farmers corral. That was back when her and Arthur were close, but now they were nothing, she very much missed him, not only that, but she also grew feelings for him. She wanted Arthur to speak to her again. Sure she had Gwen, but it wasn't the same, since Morgana actually liked the prince. Morgana then thought, tonight, at the banquet, she and Arthur would have a chat. Unfortunately, today, Uther just beheaded a villager for using magic, he always had, ever since she was little. When she was young she hardly thought anything of it, but now, she thought how desgusting, brutle and wrong it was. And to think that Uther would want a celebration after the death of someone, was completely barbaric, she could not understand him. But Uther's orders, he would have her go to the next day's feast, so even though she would not want to, she had no choice, besides it might be a great way to talk to Arthur again. And she would want to leave a good impression to, for Arthur to think of her again.
It was afternoon and her servant Gwen had been gone for a few seconds. Morgana was fixing her hair in the mirror when she heard footsteps enter the room. Gwen was back, surely. "You know, I've been thinking about Arthur..." Morgana then pictured him riding on his horse, because that's pretty much all she ever sees him doing all the time now with his knight friends. "Pass me that dress, will you Gwen?" Morgana went behind her Dressing Stall and began to undress, waiting for her dress to come. She returned back to the subject of Arthur, her and Gwen could talk of anything, "And I mean, the mans a total jouster... And just because I'm the king's Ward, that does not mean I have to accomany him to the feast, does it?" Morgana began to actuay wonder now as she tossled her hair back. She stopped when she got no reply, "Well does it?" Morgana suddenly heard a "M-mm" like a sort of no, quite unlike Gwen but whatever. "If he wants me to go, then he should invite me, and he hasn't..." Morgana carried on as she recieved her dress and began to put it on. She thought maybe Arthur did not think much of her anymore, since he woudn't even bother to ask her to the feast. "Do you know what that means?" Morgana recieved a mumbling 'no' from Gwen. "Uh! Where are you?"
Morgana looked above the Dressing Stall and saw Gwen holding up a dress high in the air, "Here." She said.
"It means I am going by myself... Um, I need some help with this fastening?" Morgana checked her dress, it would be quite a struggle to do it herself, and Gwen hadn't even come over yet. Not very servant-like of her. She waited a bit, but got no reply. "Gwen?" Morgana was getting a bit annoyed that her servant was not properly answering her. But suddenly she recieved, "I'm here." It was nice to hear her voice, better than her mumbling. Morgana fastened her own seams (authors break: I don't know much about sowing so bear with me XD, I may even spell something wrong XDD) "So," Morgana came out again to see he servant and continued saying, "it is wheather I wear this little tease, hm? Or, give them a night they will really remember." Morgana smirked at her maid who was smiling. Morgana then turned to her, "So, what do you think? Aha, I feel this whole time I have been talking to myself." She smiled.
Gwen smiled, giggling, then took Morgana's dress, "The night they will remember, I like it alot."
"I thought so to, Gwen you read my mind, help me prepare now." Morgana had bright decisive eyes now, and she pranced behind her Dressing Stall and Gwen followed after.
Gwen smiled and followed after.
Soon enough, later they were ready for the feast. Morgana looked stunning and she knew it, thanks to Gwen, she really pulled it off. And just in time, it was time for the feast. Night came and Morgana could not leave the mirror alone. Gwen came over and said, "My lady, you are a lovely flower, these clothes, think of them as the stem that helps bring the flower out to see." Morgana smiled and nodded, she liked Gwen's words and repeated them over again in her mind. Soon, a guard came in and told her it was time to go.
Gwen left opposite her lady, since she was going to help bring food in from the kitchen, she was not needed and her lady would escort herself to the feast. Morgana walked slowly to the feast, she wanted not only to make an entrance and be fashionably late, but hopefully Arthur would get there first and hopefully she would be able to speak with him for once in a long time.
Morgana arrived at the doors of the banquet hall and the guards opened the doors for her. She entered, hearing music and seeing dancing, people and of course food. She walked around for a bit, glancing at people, she took a quick glance at Arthur who was looking at her, she felt his eyes on her, and she felt like a goddess thinking 'haha, I got his attension.' But then she drifted her eyes away, not to give herself away, and she went over to her spot where she sits by Uther. But then she stopped on her way and saw a noble woman, they began talking, introducing themselves, unfortunately Arthur was all on her mind. Then suddenly Arthur came over. "May I cut in?" Morgana heard him say and smiled. She looked up at him and he smiled at her.
"My lord." The noble woman said and bowed and walked away.
"Nice seeing you for a change." Morgana sort of said kind of nice but kind of irritatedly.
Arthur was taken aback a bit, "Well, nice to see you to Morgana, for a change."
"Aha, well... Thank you. I hope you have not forgotten me."
"How could I forget one of my best friends." Morgana rolled her eyes thinking maybe this was not the best way to speak with Arthur. "I mean it, you are dear to me." Arthur said kind of forcing it out with a bit of gritted teeth, Morgana noticed this and then looked the same.
"How about we just stop talking and enjoy the feast." Morgana fake smiled at him.
"Agreed." Arthur was embarrased and walked away. Morgana gave a 'I can't believe you' look, after him, then she went over to talk to some of her noble friends, to try and forget Arthur.
Soon enough, Uther's guest singer came in, it turns out it was an old witch that wanted to kill Arthur. Morgana could not believe it, but then some boy she had not seen before saved his life and he was awarded to be Arthur's man-servant, and as a good lady, Morgana clapped in congradulations. However she did notice they did not even look at each other, perhaps a little tension was going on between them? Morgana knew not the circumstances and she actually felt quite tired now.
When Morgana went to bed, Gwen made sure her lady was alright. "How are you my lady?"
"Well, tonight was eventful was it not?"
"Indeed." Gwen said.
"Arthur and I, we talked, but nothing good enough you see?"
Gwen gave her a sympathetic look. Morgana accepted it, eventually they stayed up a bit talking about what happened. But soon enough, Morgana was tired, Gwen said goodnight and left her to rest.
The next day, Arthur had a tournament, Morgana was sure not to miss it, since she wanted to get to know Arthur more now, she started to spend more time at his tourmnaments, so here she was, out in the open air. Suddenly, "Morgana!" Morgana looked around and saw Gwen coming by the seats to sit next to her lady.
"Gwen! Come sit with me."
"Will do. So are you watching Arthur compete?" Morgana made room and Gwen sat down next to her.
"Yes, I wish to see Arthur fight, I've never been interested before, but now I am just so curious, and the anticipation is growing."
"Indeed."
"So I hear Arthur's new servant is quite the handful."
"Oh? Did Arthur tell you."
"Unfortunately no, I heard it from one of his friendly nobles, sadly Arthur was to busy to see again today. But oh, here he comes!" Morgana squealed with exitement and apllauded, Gwen apllauded and smiled at her lady. They then turned to see what would happen. Uther came out to greet the crowd and Morgana turned to see Arthur, he had a sour look on his face, Morgana just rolled her eyes, 'typical brat,' she figured. The tournament began with Arthur fighting, he looked nervous but that look was completely exchanged with a look of determination and concentration. Throughout the fight, Morgana actually enjoyed herself, watching the battles, but she mostly fancied Arthur, he's the only one she really saw the whole time. Gwen seemed to be enjoying herself as well.
Then later on in the evening, Morgana and the royal household got to meet they're champions, and the one knight Valiant seemed quite impressing, Morgana could not help but to blush. Then Arthur came up next to greet her. "They all seem rather impressed by knight Valiant," Morgana said glancing from the knights to Arthur, smiling.
"They're not the only one who is." Arthur gave her a smug look.
"Oooh? Jealous are you?"
"I do not see there is anything to be jealous of." Arthur said smartly.
Morgana could not help but just frown at that. How dare Arthur just say that after all the recent attension she has given him lately, and for years they barely spoke like that before. It felt insulting. Arthur walked away from her then. "Could Arthur be, anymore annoying?" Morgana said looking to Gwen. "I so hope that Valiant wins the tournament."
"You do not really mean that." Gwen said to her.
"Yes, I do." Morgana said, 'after what Arthur just did, he deserves to loose', Morgana thought.
The next day was the tournament again, and Morgana could not help but watch Arthur and cheer him on again. Of course, she had to admitt, Valiant was also very good. During the middle of the match, Morgana could not help but be worried for Arthur on some contestants, some of them were just so strong and able, she feared, even though he was a brat, she didn't want him to loose, not saying she wanted him to win either xD. Later on, it turns out Valiant had been accused of using magic in Camelot, to use snakes in the tournament to kill the competators. Morgana did not know what to think, or whom to believe, but she did feel bad for Arthur being up there alone, trying to defend himself, it was a terrible site to see. Not long after that, evening came and Morgana went to bed. Unfortunatly it did not last since she woke up so suddenly. Morgana had a dream that Arthur would fight Valiant in the final, she was nervous. She was afraid Arthur would loose. So to cheer him up, to bring him comfort, Morgana decided today she would help him with his armor. She arrived in his chambers and dismissed his servant from the room. She then came over, "Let me?" Morgana looked at his armor, Arthur only nodded. She paced around him, then looked up at the prince, into his eyes, "I used to help my father with his armor."
"Thank you." Arthur smiled, Morgana bowed in acceptance of the thanks.
Arthur then began to leave, but before he would Morgana said, "Arthur?" He turned around. "Be careful." She smiled a hopeful smile, she was nervous that it woud be a hard fight, she just had a feeling as well that something would happen to.
Arthur sort of tried to smile, "See you in the feast," he said before taking off. That took Morgana's breath away, Arthur was so kind, it was like when they were child friends again, the look he gave her. Amazing, only a few days and you can have someone back again. Morgana felt they're relationship forming back once again.
The final day of the tournament it was. Morgana was back on the stands with Gwen. It was the final match between Arthur and Valiant, unfortunately, the rumours of Valiant using magic were true. So Morgana did not like him anymore. Valient fought Arthur hard and suddenly the sword was hit out of his grasp and landed far away. Arthur was in danger then and needed a sword fast, so Morgana got out a knight's sword and threw it over to him, "Arthur!" Morgana called out and he recieved the blade. Valiant called out to his snakes to kill Arthur, but Arthur destroyed them and then stabbed Valiant, running him through. Valiant fell dead.
At the end of the night, Arthur won the tournament, and as prized, he was to escort Morgana to the feast. So then Arthur approached her, "My lady?"
"My champion?" Morgana could not help a smile. They began walking together. Morgana was so happy to be escorted by the one man she likes in the castle. "Has your father apologized for not believing you yet?"
"He will never apologize. I hope you are not disappointed that Valiant is not around."
"Too bad, he was not really champion material."
Arthur decided to change the subject. "That was some toss in the final."
Morgana smiled, "tell me about it. It's not everyday a girl gets to save her prince."
Arthur looked kind of awkwarded out and said, "Um, eh, uh, I wouldn't say I needed exactly any 'saving'. I'm sure I would have thought of something."
"See, you are too proud to admitt you were saved by a girl!"
"Because... I... was not."
"You know what? I wish Valiant was escorting me."
"Me to. Then I would not have to listen to you."
"Fine!"
"Fine."
On second thought, Morgana hated Arthur now, wanted nothing to do with him and wishes she in fact never helped him, or maybe she wishes she'd had, but just wished he was not an arrogant brat.