This is the memory
Once upon a time in a land far, far away I was called Morgana Le Fay.
A long time ago I knew an aging man with a bitter heart closed off by loss and a temper that could freeze even the hottest desert. Once upon a time I was happy to call him father.
I killed him.
A long time ago I knew a young boy forced to grow into a man by his father's expectations. A boy who tried to do what was right and ultimately failed as the truth was obscured by his father's blindness. Once upon a time I delighted in calling him brother.
I destroyed his hopes.
A long time ago I knew a sweet tempered girl who lost her father to soon, a girl that respected me for myself and not for a lady of Camelot. Once upon a time I called her friend.
I killed her dreams.
A long time ago I knew a bumbling farm boy with a bright smile and large ears. A farm boy who took it upon himself to teach a prince to become a King. A farm boy so innocent, and yet so old with eyes the colour of the sky.
I delighted in killing that innocence.
And now he is here, he has found me, his eyes the molten colour of gold. No longer is he an innocent bumbling farm boy, he has become the one from my nightmares. And I failed to see it, failed to notice.
And now he has killed me.
So ends the memory.
AN: Don't get it? Well neither do I. This is just the ramblings of a bored teenage girl.