Title: Fate
Disclaimer: All of the characters in this fiction are not of my creation.
Chapter Note: I thought that this small drabble needed a small time-stamp. :) Please review.
Lacrymosa
Morgana stood on a hill, overlooking Camelot.
Smoke.
Blood.
Ruins.
In her mind, she played back when she was younger. She remembered seeing people selling their wares in the market-square. She remembered knights and servants bustling around the castle. She remembered going on long horse-rides with her friends.
Where were they now?
She remembered Gwen, comforting her when she was scared of her new powers.
Where was she?
Morgana sat down upon the empty throne.
It was her Kingdom.
My Kingdom.
But where were her people, the ones she imagined would be standing over her; the ones she thought would be loyal to her.
Where had they gone?
A peaceful silence hung over Camelot. A silence that had not been there for years.
Blissful,
peaceful,
sleeping.
No one was there.