Author's Note: Hey there. :) So this is my first Merlin-Fanfiction and I'm hoping I won't screw the characters up or something like that. And tell me whether you like it or not. I'm craving for feedback. O.O Then I'm always open for any corrections on my grammar too, as I'm not a native speaker and my language is far from perfect, although I'm learning English since nearly eight years.

Also I don't own Merlin or the other characters from the show, no matter how much I wish I did.

Chapter One

Impatiently Morgana positioned a strand of hair out of her face. Her light, greenish eyes were starring at her sisters face so hard, as if Morgause was to wake up, if she just looked at her long enough and wished for it hard enough.

Behind the young witch the door of Morgauses chambers opened and Beris, the Queen's hand maiden stepped in. That was, what her sister had called herself, after she had murdered Cenred: Queen. Morgana thought of it with a faint, somewhat bitter smile. Taking control of the dead kings realm had only been a way to secure her own kingship, but somehow she was thrown down now and Morgause still sat on her throne.

Well, she would have done, surely, if she had not been unconscious.

Since Morgana had found her sister lying there on the floor, with Merlin and his father-figure - or whatever Gaius was to him – staring at her lifeless body, there had been no sign of life from Morgause. Except, that the dark-haired witch could feel her sister's life burning in her breast, like a spark of hope. It was still smoldering, deep under the cold, death-like appearance.

Morgana felt Beris touching her shoulder. She sighed heavily and finally spoke out aloud, what had clouded her mind for three months now, since she had won the throne and lost it again. Since then she had spent half of her time at her sisters bed and the other half taking charge of Cenreds realm. "I wish there was any way of making her wake up.", she murmured. Somehow it felt better to say it in the presence of another person, someone who shared her feelings about Morgause. It didn't feel as crazy to hope then.

The lady guessed, that Beris was nodding behind her, as she spoke. "I know, mylady. And I wish the same with all my heart, but you won't ever find a way to heal her majesty, if you don't sleep. You need some rest." Of course, the lady-in-waiting was right and Morgana knew, but somehow she felt scared of going to bed and give herself away to sleep.

The foreboding of a vision had followed her all day. She just knew, that she would give way to the pictures, which waited in the back of her mind, if she took some rest. The witch didn't know exactly what awaited her, she never did, but her visions had never been friendly to her.

Nevertheless her eyes were on the verge of closing themselves without her doing. Beris was right: she was in desperate need of sleep. The whole day long she had dealt with troubles regarding the country her sister had taken control over and then left to her.

But the people would not yield to the new power so easily. Morgana sometimes felt as if she was back in Camelot, trying to make those stupid, ignorant folk see, that she was the good one. Of course, there had been mistakes, mistakes, which should not have happened. There were scarcely men in the country now – they had all died in the attempt to help her rule Camelot.

She sighed again and finally stood up. "You will watch for her?", she asked Beris, but it was more an order really. "And call me, if her condition changes.", she added. The hand maiden nodded and Morgana left the room, as tranquilized as it was possible for her to be in her current situation. She felt tired, weary of all the problems around her and she knew, that fate wouldn't even grant her a good sleep.

Indeed it didn't. But actually the vision wasn't as disturbing, as those like it used to be, or at least it didn't disturb her sleep as much. For someone who would have been standing at her bedside, she would have looked quite peaceful. But her mind was to be troubled very much by this night.

Suddenly she was back in Camelot. She saw herself standing at the window of her room there, as she had always done, watching the dark courtyard below her. It wasn't exactly night but late eve with a hint of the moon between the stars.

Then there was a knock at the door and Morgana saw herself turning around with a broad smile, as if she knew, who was going to be there. The visitor didn't wait for an invitation, he just opened the door, entered the room. It was Merlin.

A wave of intense hate swept though Morganas self, as she was looking at the man, who approached her with one of his goofy smiles on his damn face. Her dream-self clearly felt different. In horror the young sorceress saw herself running to the bloody idiot and falling into his open arms, as he murmured: "We don't have much time." And her dream-self nodded knowingly, adding: "I fear, Uther suspects something."

Morgana wanted to stop this vision more than ever, but she couldn't. It was like running against a wall, when she tried to reach the couple in the middle of the room, not knowing what she would have done, if she would have reached them. But it was impossible for her to keep Merlin from pressing a kiss on her dream-selves ebony hair.

"Come on.", smiled the dream-Morgana, "Give me a real kiss." And in the next moment their lips met with the sorceress staring in horror. But that lasted only for a moment, as she was then drawn into her dream-self and suddenly she felt his lips on hers, gentle and sweet. She heard the little gasp she made, when Merlin opened his lips and made his tongue slip into her mouth, smoothly playing a game with hers, a game like a dance.

When they parted, Morgana felt amazed, shocked, fascinated. He had tasted so good, like rain on a springs day, like a waterfall maybe, like the clear air after the rain. And under all this she felt the feelings of her dream-self. She felt the lips of her dream-self move, when it murmured: "I love you."

And then she felt as if she was falling, falling back into her own body in her own time in her own bed in the Castle of Escetia. She was gasping, sitting there upright an still smelling him, tasting him, sensing his kiss.

In the same moment a servant awoke in his chamber, breathing hard and still feeling the touch of her lips on his mouth, as if kissing her would have been a real thing, and not only a dream. The young man left his bed and opened the window, longing for some fresh air. His name... Merlin.