Okay I now I said I was going to write this chapter from Morgana's point of view but I only have had two reviewers and one of them said he was reading it because it was from Merlin's point of view. So I apologise to any readers who wanted to see it written from Morgana's point of view and I hope you keep reading anyway.
Dedicated to LA73c0mer
Merlin's Pov
I couldn't hold in my tears as I held the dying girl in my arms. I could only watch as her face grew pale and lifeless. I was only just able to bargain with her life before Morgause took her away.
A year passed slowly, as search parties were sent out continuously, only to come back in failure…or not come back at all. We still had no word on Morgana and I felt both upset, angry and relieved at the same time. Upset at the path destiny had put us on. Angry with myself for following it and relieved that I didn't have to see that betrayal in her eyes after what I had done. When Morgause saved her, she would have become someone different. She wouldn't be the kind and caring girl that was put on the wrong path with her fear and confusion. She wouldn't be that girl anymore. Despite this, I didn't let myself to think of the alternative. That it might have been too late. That Morgause might not have been able to save her. That Morgana had died. Murdered by my hand.
I sat morosely on a horse as the rain came down on me and soaked me through, sending a deep-rooted chill in my bones. My eyelids drooped and I couldn't shake the thoughts of bed from my mind. We crested a hill and I was instantly awake as I looked across the seemingly endless plain, filled with the bodies of the dead. I saw Arthur's sharp intake of breath, so much like my own and his eyes filled with sorrow.
"Check for survivors!" He called out to the knights and followed his own advice, kneeling down to check the pulse of a man at his feet. He didn't show any physical reaction when he found none, but moved onto the next person, his face growing graver with every person he touched. He finally gave up and stood.
"It seems our attackers headed north. Come on!"
I looked around uneasily and stepped up beside Arthur.
"Do you think we should be going after them?" I asked.
"You are such a girl's petticoat." He said, but the insult was half-hearted as he mounted his horse and started riding. I sighed before following him.
We had been riding for hours when I couldn't stand the silence any longer. Even the arguments were better than being left with my thoughts and I started fidgeting and complaining.
"Ow."
"Is there something wrong with you?" Arthur asked, annoyed.
"Yeah, I've been sitting on a horse all day." I said dryly.
"Is you're little bottom sore?" Arthur asked sarcastically.
"Yes. It's not as fat as yours." Well, that was mostly true.
"You know, you've got a lot of nerve…for a wimp."
"I may be a wimp, but at least I'm not a dollop head." I said triumphantly, managing to push a decent amount of sadness into the back of my mind.
"There's no such word." Arthur said superiorly.
"It's idiomatic."
"It's what?" He asked disbelievingly.
"You need to be more in touch with the people."
"Describe dollop head." He demanded, dragging out the last two words.
"In two words?"
"Yeah."
"Prince Arthur."
Before he could come up with a suitable comeback, a rustle came from the trees and Arthur gestured for the knights to stop before dismounting. We looked around warily as we came upon a campsite and walked through it slowly. Arthur motioned silently to some of the knights and they moved of in other directions. Suddenly an arrow came out of nowhere and skewered someone in front of us and we looked around in shock.
"On me!" He shouted and raised his sword just in time to deflect an oncoming blow and dispatched the man quickly. I saw Arthur being surrounded and grabbed a sword from the side of one of the tents only to have it knocked out of my hand within ten seconds. Now defenseless, I resorted to magic as a bandit raised his sword up for the killing blow.
"Ecg geteoh ping to." I whispered and all the metal in the campsite came flying over and attaching itself to the bandit's newly magnetized sword. He fell backwards and I grunted in satisfaction. However, it wasn't long until another bandit came at me with an axe and I could only dodge franticly as he swung at me repeatedly. He seemed to get frustrated at my evasive action and sent a full blooded swing towards me. I dodged again and thanked my good luck when it slammed into a tree. My eyes glowed with magic and the axe went further into the tree, which proceeded to fall over and crush the man underneath it. I winced and jumped up. I needed to get to Arthur. I tripped once again and looked up in time to see another bandit sneaking up behind Arthur. I did not poison the girl I loved for a destiny that would not come to be. I looked around desperately and my eyes settled on a spear lying discarded in the dirt. My eyes glowed again and I sent the spear into the mans stomach. Arthur looked around and seemed surprised that he wasn't being attacked anymore. His eyes landed on me lying behind a tree and looked away in disgust.
"We're not playing hide and seek Merlin." He said annoyed and I tilted my head to the side in frustration as he walked away.
"Dollop. Head." I repeated, enunciated each word.
We ambled along tiredly as we tried to get used to the loss of energy from the fight. We heard twigs cracking an a bird flying and instantly swung toward the sound. A shadow came towards us through the fog and Arthur lifted his sword and walked forwards. The figure became clearer and my eyebrows came together as dozens of emotions passed through me. Pain, joy, sorrow, relief, anger and worry. Unclear though they were, I would recognize that person anywhere. Long wavy hair, black as sin, and a body as perfect as the day I had first seen it. But as the figure came into the clearing, I noticed finer details. The hair was clumped and knotted, evidence of struggle. An originally beautiful dress was now ripped and dirty. But as the woman turned towards us, finally entering the clearing, I saw that it wasn't the worst of it either – the graceful stride and calm expression had been replaced with a stumbling limp and a panicked face, covered in grime. The figure looked at us for a moment before her legs gave way and she collapsed. Before I realized what I was doing, I was across the clearing and catching the unconscious girl in my arms. I looked down at her face as she hung limp in my arms.
Morgana.
A bit longer than the last one yeah? And I now that the dialogue was exactly the same as in the real episode "Tears of Uther, part 1" But I have now reached the stage where I am veering of into my own storyline. I am not going to threaten people and say I am not updating until I get reviews, but I mean it when I say that they do motivate me and convince me to write faster. So, if you feel like it, press the little blue button below. =P