Characters/Pairings: Morgana, Morgause
Rating/Warning: K
Universe: Canon
Word count: 360
Prompt: A Different Perspective. The object of this challenge is to choose a character you dislike and write about them from a sympathetic point of view.
Notes: Just something I've always wondered during this scene. Spoilers for 4x09. Also, I reference the scene between Morgana and Morgause from The Secret Sharer that was never released.
Morgana stood on the shore of the Lake of Nemhain, staring into its black waters as she traced the spirals on her sister's coin and wondered what had brought her here.
Why was she choosing Lancelot?
Her recent encounter with Emrys had left her shaken to the core and so near death that she knew only her sister's visit from the spirit world had saved her. Morgause had looked on her so lovingly when she had handed this coin over, and with it Morgana was able to make the journey back to the world of the living. Perhaps it was time for her to return the favor.
And it would be easy, so easy to throw the coin into the lake and speak Morgause's name in the place of Lancelot's. Then she would have her sister back, the one person in the world who had known who she really was and loved her all the more for it; the one who had lent her strength, given her hope, and who had never led her astray. She would know what to do to help Morgana achieve her dreams - she always knew. Even with her death she had tried to give Morgana a way to the throne; when that had failed, it had been so much more bitter because her sacrifice had been useless, and the world was so much colder for her absence.
Morgana missed her every day, with every breath and beat of her heart. What she had said to Merlin echoed in her ears — just because I have no one left to be loyal to... If she spoke Morgause's name, she could have that back, and be happy once more.
And then she remembered that they were called Shades for a reason, and knew that that happiness would never be. She could never force that fate upon her sister. She couldn't bear to see her sister as a hollow shell, a manipulable little puppet who would always bow to her word. Morgause had been a force of nature; she could never be an echo.
Morgana waded into the water, tossed the coin in, and forced her thoughts to Lancelot.
