The Merlin Effect: youth is wasted on the young

If I owned Merlin or the mists of Avalon , merlin and Morgana would've taken Camelot by storm with Arthur as the leader of an underground resistance and be married to Lancelot.

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A young woman paced the cobblestone courtyard, muttering. Leaves skittered, as if mirroring her emotions. The isle was supposed to be reviving a very important visitor. Ugh no one told her anything, not even nimue! Morgan huffed and tossed her frizzy braids out of her face. "Morgan, come and greet our new visitor." Nimue called cheerily. The apprentice rolled her eyes. 'Bet it's another fae lord, come to court.'

The archway leading to the lake was bustling with frantic underpreistess'. A boy lay on the steps, wet and exuding an aura of one reincarnated. It wasn't all that uncommon for The Lost to be found on the steps. 'This must be the visitor.' Morgan thought. 'He's handsome.' Nimue looked at Morgana, then voiced orders at the guards. Morgana watched the burly men carry the scrawny young boy into Avalons inner depths. "Morgana, come with me." Nimue said from behind her, her braids swinging. The two priestess' disappeared into the mists.

"Mind your energy, Morgana." The apprentice strained, dropping the books. She let out a heavy sigh." Take a break. I'll be back in an hour. When you're done, break your fast." With her orders given, the high priestess left the library.

Morgana flopped on the table as soon as she heard the beaded curtain sway. "Finally, alone." Morgana whispered. She thought about the young man. He looked so young and brittle. Like if she reached out and touched him, he'd shatter like glass. Perhaps she'd go and see him tonight. Yes, defiantly. 'Maybe he's never been kissed. Maybe she'll be the one to rouse him. But how to sneak past Nimue?

Humming a lost tune Morgana danced the way to her room.

Lighting a taper the priestess sank into a large velvet pillow. The sound of deep breathing filled the room. Morgana licked her lips, thinking about the boy. 'He looks like a girl. Very attractive. Mmmmm.' With her mind made up, the witch made her way out into the hall. Passing an orange robed priestess the girl slowed.

The infirmary was dim, dots of light scattered behind a curtain. Morgan made a b-line for the room, pausing at the entrance. The boy was still asleep, his chest rising gently. 'Who is he?'

Morgana parted the beaded curtain. The boy stirred. She made her way over to the sleeping boy. The priestess dared to stroke his cheek, he smiled. She blushed. Morgana brushed damp black hair away from his face. The boy parted his lips and sighed.

His eyes opened. "I know you."

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