"I can't live like this," Morgana cried out, crumbling to the ground. "I can't do it anymore Gwen." It wasn't like Morgana to break down, but she was over tired and things were beyond desperate. She needed to learn to control her powers before they destroyed her.
Setting the broom to the side, Guinevere left the broken mirror and sat in front of her friend. "What about talking to someone?" Gwen asked, nervously. "Surely there must be someone you could talk to about this. Someone who knows what it's like."
"I've tried that already Gwen, you saw how my trip to the Druids turned out." She shook her head, sighing dejectedly. "I don't know what to do," she whimpered.
"Hey Gwen," Merlin shouted, popping his head in the room, "Arthur's looking for you. Oh… I …. I uh, sorry." Merlin made to leave, but was stopped when Morgana called to him.
"It's fine Merlin. It's not like it isn't anything you don't know about," she tried to smile weakly and nodded at the broken glass.
Walking closer Merlin knelt down next to her. "I'll stay with her if you want to go," Merlin told Gwen reassuringly. Slipping an arm around her waist and taking her hand in one of his, he helped Morgana to her feet. With a nervous glance behind, Gwen left quietly.
"Thank you Merlin," Morgana said, quietly. She looked away from him nervously and started towards the glass, wanting desperately to be busy with something.
"No, I've got it," Merlin said leading her to a nearby chair. "You should rest," he urged.
"Rest? Rest? That's all I bloody do. In case anyone hasn't noticed it's not helping." She sat down pouting slightly. "Gwen thinks I should find someone to talk to. Someone who knows what its like," Morgana said, quietly.
"Oh?" Merlin asked, not sure how he felt about the idea. The dragon had been warning him about Morgana since he had first met them, but he cared about her. Morgana was his friend and maybe, just maybe, if he pushed her in the right direction he could help her in more ways than one. "What do you think about the idea?" he asked her cautiously.
"I think," she sighed, "I think, nothing else has worked." She looked at him with pain weeping from her eyes, "I need help Merlin. If I cannot get this under control, I'm going to lose my mind. What good will my safety do me then?"
Merlin understood, more than he could tell her. Morgana's magic wasn't like his, though. He called his and bended it to his well. Hers was uncontrollable, breaking her in the process. "Okay," he nodded, licking his lips. "I'll see what I can do. Just, be safe?" he asked, arching his eyebrows at her.
Morgana's face instantly lit up with hope. "Thank you Merlin, you don't know what this means to me," Morgana exclaimed. After a moment, she looked up at him curiously, "Who?"
"Well Uther does have a way of making anyone with magic disappear," running his fingers along chin, he thought. Closing his eyes, the answer came to him. Morgause. She was their safest bet. She surely had enough magic to help Morgana and their experience with her hadn't been as dangerous as any others. He wasn't sure if she was to be entirely trusted, but she was the only option he could think of.
"There's someone I have in mind but, I'd rather not say until I know for certain I can reach them. I swear I'll do everything I can to help," he promised. "Try to be patient, I'll hurry" Merlin promised. Finished with the broken glass he looked to the door hesitantly. He had promised Gwen he would wait with Morgana.
"Merlin, go," Morgana said, with the first real smile that had graced her features in some time, "With news like this I hardly need to be watched after. I'll explain what I can to Gwen." She excitedly shooed him from her room and let her mind wander to a day when she would be able to control her powers.