Morgana had no problem fitting in but when her life gets turned upside down how will she cope with the pressures of a new life under the care of her Uncle. Mergana with some Arwen too.

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or any of the characters all rights go to the BBC and Shine productions I have simply created the story line.

Chapter 1

'There are moments in your life that make you and sets the course of who you're going to be. Sometimes they're little, subtle moments. Sometimes, they're big moments you never saw coming. No one asks for their life to change, but it does. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are.'

Morgana didn't ask for this. She didn't ask for a new life. A new home. A new family. A new school with new people she didn't know. She didn't ask for her family, her true family, to be taken from her. For her father to die and her mother in a mental home suffering from the loss of her only love. Her life had completely changed. She should have never let them get in that car. She should have come up with an excuse, a way of distracting them. But no, she didn't do that, they got in the car and the rest is what people call history.

Standing in front of the cold gates leading to Uther's detached town house she couldn't help but shiver. She had never liked her uncle, thought he was a tyrant hungry for power, to an extent her opinions of him are true. After all everyone is pretty ruthless in business, but there was something about him she didn't like. True he loved her ever since she was a baby, but was that enough. No he couldn't replace Gorlois even if he tried and he knew it. As for his son, well he is just a prat plain and simple. Arrogant at the best of times, which Morgana didn't like. The way he would boss people around made her sick and she would be dammed if he ever tried that on her, she knew exactly where to tell him to go. She knew others felt differently. In fact ever since they were little she became aware of the ways he would swoon and tease girls. This was only the beginning for as they got older it got worse.

Morgana felt sick as she pushed these thoughts out her head and opened the rusty gates and sauntered towards the large oak doors. Her large, black suitcase wheeled behind her and she took an inward breathe and knocked firmly on the door.

"Morgana child, come on in, don't be shy," Uther had opened the door, looking rather pompous in one of his 'business suits' beaming at her she couldn't help but return the gesture. "Arthur get over here and take Morganas' suitcase."

Arthur reluctantly walked over took her suitcase from her right hand and gave a half-hearted smile. Arthur and Morgana had what people described as a complicated relationship. One day they would be nice to each other and the next you would see them attempting to rip each other's throats out. However they hadn't seen each other for a long time. Morgana's family had moved to Ireland for her father's work. Only Morgana was the one to return back to London five years later.

"I'm very grateful Uther." Morgana genuinely said to the middle aged man who had now taken a seat on the luxurious brown leather sofa and had a glass of whisky in his hand.

"Nonsense child, your family." Well that wasn't strictly true. Uther wasn't actually her uncle but for as long as she could remember she had always called him so. "Besides your father would have done the same for Arthur if the situations were reversed."

At the mention of her father Morgana flinched. The pain was all too raw and the images related to that terrible day all too vivid. The doctors told her it would get better with time but she didn't believe them. If her nightmares were anything to go by she will have a long way to go until she is fully whole again.

"Come on Morgana I'll show you your room." Arthur tried to be as polite as anyone of his arrogance could be as he hauled her suitcase up the grand stair case.

She followed him down the lengthy corridor taking in all the fine art that hung on the freshly decorated walls beside her. The art was truly breath-taking, all ornate and a thing of beauty.

"Are you gonna stare at the walls all day or are you gonna come in here and see your room?" Arthur asked impatiently as he held the door open for her to enter.

"Sorry I was just," her sentence was cut half way through as her mouth formed a O shape at her room.

It was definitely bigger than the one back in Ireland. Her eyes scanned over the desk she assumed she would use for completing homework and revising. It had freshly sharpened pencils and different coloured pens, a reading lamp fixed on the edge and a brand new 'Dell' laptop. Her bed was in the middle of the room and covered in fine silk and expensive linens fit for a lady. Big enough to fit three people in. She thought to herself as she examined the sheer scale of her new bed.

"So dinners at eight. Get used to your new room, erm, unpack and I guess I'll see you in a bit." Arthur said before leaving her in her new room.

"I guess this is my new life." Morgana thought out loud and let a heavy sigh leave her mouth.