AN: Drabble about an idea that's been in my mind for a while now. :-) Perhaps if people like where this is going I'll make it a full novella. I'm planning on uploading a chap. 2 very soon. Hope you enjoy this drabble story - maybe R&R? xo
Disclaimer: Not mine. Merlin belongs to BBC, I own nothing. Just playing with its characters.
She gently twisted the door knob, it was locked. She mentally cursed herself for expecting anything less. Raising her right palm to the door she muttered, "Abre esa porta."
She stopped her spell abruptly as her magic fizzled and dispelled upon meeting the door.
"Blast him," she whispered angrily as she wracked her head for a way around the door.
"Revelar o encanto escudos esta porta," she uttered, her eyes blazing gold.
The door began to glow in a faint purple before fading unnoticeably. She smirked, her spell revealed that the door was warded with several strong enchantments; it would take a lot of her power to break them. She was confident she could do it, however.
Still smirking, she threw back her head and cried to the roof, "Romper esas alas! Esmaga-los, destruír-los, facelos desaparecer! Desbloquear as enfermerías para esta porta e me deixe pasar polo poder da antiga relixión!"
Panting heavily, she grinned as she felt her magic release. Few things could ever compare to the feeling of power. But less than a second later she realised the wards were too powerful and complex for her as her magic began to fail. She began to slowly lose consciousness.
"Help!" She screamed, no longer caring who or what found her.
The world began to turn black and the last thing she saw or heard was the definite bang of the door opening and a person running out. They had black hair and a lanky figure.
"Oh gods, Morgana!" The person yelled, and that was the last thing she heard as she fell into dark oblivion.
FIN~