Morgana slowly yet silently swept through Gaius's chambers. Breaking into the castle had been easy, and hopefully the next stage in her plan to take the throne of Camelot would go just as well.
The boy, Merlin had messed with her schemes too often, but she had put this into consideration for her present plan of action and decided she needed to get Merlin first, before Arthur could be hers, and promptly after that, the throne.
Morgana swept silent as an eagle into the sleeping Merlin's bedroom. As she neared the sleeping boy, she withdrew a small vial from the pocket of her dress. The liquid inside was as black as the nights sky. She reached Merlin's bedside and slowly, lent over him and trickled the substance into the cup of water by his bed, as the liquid touched his water, it fizzed slightly inside the cup, before settling down. Morgana stood up straight and watched the black liquid in Merlin's cup slowly change back to the colour of water again. She turned around and picked up Merlin's scarf, which was lying on a pile of his clothes on the floor, and tucked it into her dress and put a black feather in its place. Morgana smiled and took one last glance at the innocent look on the sleeping boys face before retreating back through his room and back to wait for her plan to take its course of action.
Merlin woke to the sound of Gaius clattering around in the room next door. He stretched his arms and yawned, loudly. 'Ah! Finally awake, are we?' Gaius called from his chambers
'Yes-good morning Gaius!' Merlin sighed, rolling his eyes. He reached for his cup of water and chugged it down before slowly getting up, so he could get to his duties, and wake up that spoiled Prince Pratt.
Merlin walked across Arthur's darkened room, where the prince was still sleeping in bed. Merlin had a bit of a headache, and the darkness of the room was relaxing and took some of the pain away. But, he needed to wake Arthur in the usual way, and he drew the curtains, letting the bright day light burst through the grand windows.
The light hit Merlin's eyes suddenly, as a stab of sharp pain, inflamed his head, he stumbled backwards, bringing his hands up to shield his eyes, but the pain in his head was like lightning, and Merlin promptly passed out.