Thanks for the review. I am going to introduce Gwen in this fanfic sometime but it will be at least a couple of chapters yet.
I feel my sword vibrate vigorously with Arthur's sword. It feels like we are in a proper battle as we are both seeking to make our enemy inflict as much pain as possible. I lunge my sword at Arthur's head and he ducks in the nick of time. I still feel weak from the chest infection I had and my legs tremble but this is not enough to cease the rage that surges through me. Arthur swings his sword violently and lacerates my wrist. Blood is gushing out of this wound but I carry on fighting as I am really stubborn. Arthur charges at me but I hastily slide my foot in front of his to trip him up. As Arthur begins to fall, his head collides with mine but I manage to stay standing, even though blood spurts out of my nose and my vision is blurry. I throw the sword he has dropped away and point my sword at his heart. Looking deeply into Arthur's eyes I smirk and raise one eyebrow giving him a superior look. His eyes are full of every negative emotion there is.
I was so immersed in the fight that I did not notice the vast crowd that had gathered to spectate our fight. Many of the children that had witnessed the fight were laughing at how the King's son had been beaten by a girl.
"Guards!" Arthur called. Three guards flee towards me and seize me though I do not resist.
"I have already won the fight and I could have killed you. Fortunately for you though there would be numerous negative repercussions to killing you, such as being murdered for claiming your life, the whole kingdom falling and more so I decided against it," I mock menacingly.
"MORGANA!" shouts a voice from behind my back. I roll my eyes. I know this voice anywhere as it belongs to Uther Pendragon. Uther is really beginning to get on my nerves now as I encounter him at least twenty times a day not including when we dine together. I know he just wishes for my wellbeing but he is going too far. Maybe I am just wary but he does seem to be staking me.
"I'm sorry, sire, but he needed to be taught a lesson," I say confidently.
"Very well. Guards, escort this little madam." Uther motioned to Morgana. "to the court physician's chambers." I just manage to restrain a laugh as I pass Arthur and witness the horrified look on his face.
"What have you done now Morgana? Have you been in the wars," Gaius joked.
"Yes. With Arthur in a sword fight and I won," I reply truthfully.
"I don't believe it. What did I tell you? Peace and quiet for a couple of weeks and little amounts of exercise. What did you do? Pick a fight on the Kings son."
"I know that it was not a wise thing to do but he did ask for it. He was being very violent towards an innocent boy that had not done anything except from not being able to fight very well." I show him the long wound on my hand and wrist.
"However nasty Arthur was to that boy, he would never hurt him. You are lucky that the wound is not deep. I'll bandage it up but I will have to change the dressing daily for a few days to prevent it from getting infected," Gaius states.
I turn to leave but he calls to me sternly, "Morgana if you ignore my advice then I shall have to confine to your chambers for a while." I acknowledge this and nod my head.
Gaius is so nice that I feel like I have known him for ages but he is a bit too cautious for my liking. He will be more like a father to me than Uther will ever be.
I head back to my chambers where I meet Erlina who stares at my bandage and asks, "Oh… My lady what has happened to you?" I tell her what happened pausing every so often to let my rage surge through me. She sympathises me and reassures me be saying that everything shall be alright. I have a guilty feeling in my stomach wondering what kind of trouble I am going to get into.
Abruptly a guard entered my chambers and my heart skips a beat.
"I am sorry to interrupt, milady, but the King wishes for me to escort you to him," the guard orders
Erlina whispers in my ear, "It'll be okay. He loves you too much to hurt you." I give her a reassuring smile before I depart my chambers with the guard.
As I walk to the throne room I feel like I am walking to my doom because my legs are trembling slightly and I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. I put a tough and fierce look on my face. On the positive side Arthur is not in the room and Uther tells the guards to leave the room.
"Morgana," Uther chuckles. I frown. Was I not going to get told off? "You gave Arthur the shock of his life."
"I am sorry, my lord. I only wished to teach your arrogant son a lesson."
"Well you certainly managed to achieve that." Uther was still chuckling. "How are you? Arthur managed to escape unscathed but his pride is defiantly not intact," Uther worriedly sympathises eyeing up my bandage.
"I am fine but I still have a weak chest from the chest infection that I had. My wound will heal quickly if it does not get infected," I say rather quickly.
Suddenly, Arthur strides in the room ignoring my presence. I glare at him, rage seething through me.
"What is she doing here," Arthur growls at Uther.
I cannot stop myself from retaliating and before I even realise words are coming out my mouth. "I have a name you know but of course you are such an idiot, and have the memory span of a nano second, that you would not remember." I glare at Arthur, half smiling at the thought of how I easily defeated him in the sword fight. He is humiliated at how I managed to make a fool out of him in front of half of Camelot. Arthur retaliates by pulling a stupid looking face.
"Enough, Morgana. Now I want you to make amends with Arthur and shake each other's hands."
We approach each other, smiling sweetly but we can both tell that we are actually raging at each other. Clasping one another's hands, we try and crush each other's fingers. Luckily, it was enough to convince Uther that we had made 'amends'.
Over the next week if Arthur and I met, when Uther was not around, we would give each other the death stare. When we met, if Uther was around, we would smile and courteously talk to each other. However if Uther turned his back on us we would start glaring at each other and mouthing names to each other.
Apart from Arthur and I loathing each other, I had settled in quite nicely. Erlina was always ready for a gossip, Uther wasn't as interested in me and let me wonder around Camelot without him following me and Gaius was always looking after and reassuring me. I am beginning to get really bored because I can't horse ride and I am not allowed out of Camelot, though I have ventured of the city twice. I fooled the guards into thinking that I was an old woman and had started to explore the woodland beside Camelot. I had already found a tree with a spectacular view of the castle of Camelot and its surrounding area.
I lie in my bed not bothering to get up. Last night I had woke up from a dream but by this morning could not remember what it was about. For the rest of night the world felt hazy as I went in and out of sleep.
"You're awake," Erlina says entering the room.
"I barely slept."
"Were you having nightmares about helping the King prepare for the jousting tournament?" I groan at this.
"Thanks for reminding this. I had purposely forgotten this."
Erlina laughs and says, "You have such a hard life Morgana."
"You have no idea. I have to pretend to be friends with someone I loathe and I have spent my whole life with annoying boys."
"Cheer up it is your birthday next week and you have one of the prime seats for viewing the jousting tournament after that," Erlina says brightly.
"Prime seat? Sitting next to Arthur is more like a torture seat." Erlina chuckles so I glare at her and we both end up in stitches.
"It is soooo not funny," I say. "We shall both be dead by the end of the tournament. I mean we both shall have killed each other."
"Good morning Morgana," Uther says as I walk into the meeting chambers.
"Good morning, sire." My eyes are watering from lack of sleep but luckily Uther doesn't notice. If he did then I would be visiting Gaius again. I really like Gaius but I do not wish to bother him with non-important problems. I seem to have troubled him a lot already but at least it was actually with quite major problems.
"Now I was thinking the tourna-" Arthur rolls his eyes at me as Uther says this and I just manage to stifle a laugh.
"Just agree with everything he says and it will soon be over," Arthur whispers to me. Maybe, just maybe Arthur is not as bad as he seems but by the end of the tournament planning, we are back to shooting daggers at each other.
I am sitting beside Arthur and we a kicking each other's shins while watching Uther jousting. Uther's lance pole crashes into his opponent's chest.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a man with a cross bow and I do not have time to warn Arthur before the man fires an arrow. The arrow is heading straight for Arthur's heart.
Arthur's face then shows that he is in agonising pain and raucous shrieks reverberate round the arena. I am in pain too and I hear Uther shouting something before everything vanishes
I bolt up raucously shrieking in hysterics. I still see the vivid image of Arthur's look of pain taunting me.
Guards race into the room so I mumble, "I don't feel well. I need to see Gaius." This is partly true as I feel sweaty and weak.
"Let me escort you, milady," a guard says.
"No thank you," I hear my slightly cold voice say.
"Well as you wish, my lady." I walk out of the room trying to hide the fact that my legs are slightly quivering. I wobble down the stair case to Gaius's chambers and then almost break into a run. My bare feet hit the freezing floor pounding against it gently and my long white nightgown flows as I run - or should I say glide. At this time of night, it wouldn't surprise me if someone thought I was a ghost. Every part of my body and clothing was either grey, white or black except from my bright emerald eyes.
I open the door hysterically bursting into Gaius's chambers and I continuously shout his name until he wakes up.
"What's happening," he says slowly sitting up. "Morgana? What's wrong?"
"Arthur is in mortal peril. I had a nightmare and he was, no is going to die. The jousting tournament and there is a man with an arrow that kills Arthur and I try to save him but I am too late and there was loads of pain and sho-" I say quickly and hysterically.
"What?" he interrupts guiding me to a chair. "Calm down and tell me the story from the beginning."
"Well I was sleeping and I had a vision of Arthur at the jousting tournament. There was a man in the crowd and he shot an arrow at Arthur. I saw the look of pain on Arthur's face and I felt pain and heard shouts."
"It was just a nightmare Morgana," Gaius soothingly says.
"No, you don't understand. I may seem insane when I say this but my dreams come true."
"What do you mean?"
"I had a dream before my father's death where I was being told about his death. I thought it was only a simple nightmare at the time but a couple of weeks later the exact same scene happened but in real life," I say. "You know I would not lie to you Gaius. Please believe me.
Gaius stares right into my emerald eyes and I can barely make out his words of, "No, she can't be."
Thanks for reading. Please review. Next chapter will be all about Morgana's birthday. If you have any good names for a white horse, please tell me. I'll try and update this fanfic weekly but my other fanfic I am writing: Confronting Destiny and Doom is more of a priority. For me writing in first person (present tense) is hard as I usually write in third person (past tense). So beware if it isn't working well. Thanks again.
