A/N: Good afternoon everyone! I've decided to try and upload a new chapter every day. Although that might not be possible due to school, homework, and all that other stuff, hopefully, I'll still have time to write. Anyway, this is my interpretation of Morgana's thoughts when she realizes she has magic. Hope you guys all enjoy this, and please review, favorite, and follow!
The candle in Morgana's room suddenly jumped up towards the ceiling. All Morgana could do was stare in shock, petrified by what had happened because of her anger.
First, there were the haunting dreams. The dreams were so vivid… and all of them came to pass. Now, the candle was responding to her anger. A suspicion formed in her head.
"What if," her voice barely a whisper, "I have magic?" But magic was evil, or so Uther taught her. Unlike Uther, she didn't harbor grudges against magic, but she didn't know how she felt if she possessed the gift herself.