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"What?" I question, confused. Gaius snaps out of the trance that he was in and turns around evidently searching for something.

"I'll make you a sleeping draft to help you sleep," Gaius soothes.

"But you don't understand," I wail hysterically. "Arthur is going to die. We cannot worry about me being merely tired."

"Morgana it was only a nightmare- a bad dream. It won't come true. When you dreamt about your father's death it was only coincidental that something similar happened." Gaius is lying and though I have a knack at reading people's minds like books, I think that even the most foolish people would be able to tell that he was lying. I have had prophetic dreams like this since before I could walk though they have been a very rare occurance.

"So I will just go and tell Uther about this dream, will I?" I deviously trick Gaius with this remark and cause him to look horrified. Hastily, I stand up and turn around ready to depart Gaius's chambers but Gaius grabs my arm. Whatever I said I am never going to tell Uther about my dreams coming true because it would most likely be a suicidal act. I only said this to see Gaius's reaction. He virtually lifts me up some stairs and through a wooden door with a lot of power for an old man.

"There is no need to bother him with such a trivial matter, my dear child. It was a nightmare. However vivid it was, it is not ever going to be reality," Gaius states firmly. "I shall go and prepare you a sleeping draft. You shall sleep in this room tonight." Gaius exits the room and all my emotions come flooding out of me. Anger seethes through me because I know Gaius knows what my nightmare are but he does not tell me. Fear is consuming me because if Uther ever found out that I could see the future in my dreams then he would kill me.

The room that I am in is small, rectangular and can only be accessed through Gaius's chambers. In contrast to Gaius's clustered chamber's this room is quite bare and empty. Consisting of only a bed and a tiny cupboard, these chambers are not very homely. It has a very adequate amount of simple furniture for a mere guest, but it would be a nightmare if you were permanently living here, or at least for me it would.

"Here drink this," Gaius soothes. He hands me a small bottle so I consume the liquid content of the bottle almost immediately as I am desperate to be left alone. Before Gaius departs the room, he prises the bottle out my clamped hand. Having no intention to go to sleep, I creep towards the window. As I open it a cool breeze, which should chill me to the bone, feels welcome against my feverish face. Though it is pitch black, I can just make out the silhouettes of houses and I guess that, especially when the sun sets or rises, the view is quite something to behold. I fell like I want to jump out the window and fling myself on a snow white horse and gallop into the countryside riding the horse without any tack. Reluctantly, I feel myself drifting into a deep sleep full of pleasant, vague dreams about me riding snow white horses through lime green orchards.


When I wake up, Gaius tells me he has told Uther that I have a fever and that I have to spend the day resting in my chambers. Before I head back to my chambers, Gaius lightly scolds me about falling asleep beside wide open windows. Instead of taking my usual path back to my chambers, I saunter along the route which I know leads to the library.

"Good morning, milady. What do you need?" inquires an old man looking very suspicious

"I came to browse if that is alright?" I say. He nods but still looks at me very suspiciously.

I quickly set off in search of information about people who have prophetic dreams. Spending the whole morning in the library, I come across nothing about prophetic dreams except coming across the term "prophecy" several times.

Returning to my chambers, I find a worried Erlina awaiting my arrival.

"There you are Morgana. Where have you been? Gaius said you were meant to be back here this morning," Erlina gasps.

"I'm sorry. I went for a walk," I say truthfully. Well I did go for a walk to the library, I think to myself.

"You're meant to be unwell though."

"I am feeling perfectly fine. Just a little tired," I say stiffening a yawn.

The rest of the day I spend sitting in my chambers plotting sneaking up to the library tonight to continue my search on people who can see into the future.


In the middle of the night I take a lit candle to the library and continue my search. Luckily the library is deserted and I use the candle to look through the titles of the books. Stepping up on the bookshelf to get a book, the bookshelf suddenly turns around taking me into a dark room. The room has a dilapidated feel about it and a musty smell. Cobwebs and dust cover all the artefacts in the room and it does not look like it has been entered for numerous years. Excitement surges through and I lunge for a book. Grabbing the book I knock over a stack of parchment and it litters the floor.

"Oh great," I grumble but I ignore the mess that I've made and start flicking through the crisp pages of the book. Most of the writing is in a language I don't understand but each picture has had a meticulous adherence of details. The pictures are simply captivating and it takes me a while to draw my eyes away from them to read the title of the book: Incantations of Magic. I sigh, it really was a pretty book but it only sought to teach the evil of magic to people. Almost reluctantly, I place the book back on the shelf. Out of the corner of my eye I see wooden box moving. Even though I know that I shouldn't open the box, my curiosity gets the better of me and I try and open it and it remains shut. Picking up the parchment, I stare at one labelled The Mystery of Seers. Decorated with a woman sleeping with a terrified look on her face I begin to read:

Seers are prophets whom have visions of the future in their dreams. The art of foresight can be further developed by the seers so they can visualise what in the future they wish to see whenever they wish to visualise it. Normal sorcerers or sorceresses cannot witness the future unless they see it through a crystal taken from the crystal caves. Even then only the most powerful sorcerers and sorceresses can see the future through these crystals.

Hundreds of years ago, it was scarce for anyone to have the gift of foresight though if they did have this gift then they rarely shared this information with other people. At first the seers worked in harmony, serving monarchs and harnessing their powers for good but then a conflict broke out. Some people wanted to use the seers to discover their destinies and took the seers captive, but the monarchs disagreed and said that seers should have freedom like any other person. But alas, the people still captured the seers and forced them to live in harsh conditions. If the seers were not able to glimpse that person's destiny then the seers were subdued to live a life full of torture. Many seers were left to perish if they dreamt that something would happen to the person that the person did not wish to happen to them.

Soon after this a conflict fell out between the monarchs and seers. Since then all seers have been persistently persecuted and all the seers that have unfortunately been caught have sentenced to death. Nowadays seers are almost extinct but the seers that are not deceased are living are undercover.

I cease reading here. My heart begins to throb and race. This can't be right. I am not evil. I am not a seer. Briefly extinguishing the candle before it smashes off the floor, I suddenly race back to my chambers.


"Happy Birthday Morgana!" Erlina says happily.

"Thanks" I reply.

"Oh... Did you sleep alright. You look very tired?" I hadn't been sleeping well since I had had the nightmare. Not that I had told anyone about me having that nightmare or being a seer. Between having the same nightmare of Arthur's death over and over again and the fear of me being a seer, I virtually hadn't had any sleep in the past week. Gaius had spread rumours of being exhausted being a side affect of my 'fever'.

"No I had nightmares about spending the whole morning with Arthur," I joke. Since it was my birthday, Uther had arranged for Arthur and I to go out for a ride much to our disgust.

"I can imagine," Erlina teases.

"It is my birthday and I get to spend the whole day with the most annoying person in the world. Do you think I am going to able to cope?"

"Look on the bright side, Morgana. Stop being pessimistic. You have got a feast being held in your honour."

"I am very optimistic about listening to all the illuminating but soppy speeches at the feast and spending the whole day with the man of all men, Arthur," I say completely sarcastically.

"At least you think he has the maturity of a man."

"Alright, the immature boy of all immature boys."


"Do you need any help to ride a horse, Morgana?" Arthur teased. I am riding a patient white mare with Arthur and some Camelot soldiers are riding along beside me.

"I think your eyes are deceiving you because I am managing to ride this horse fine," I haughtily reply.

"But we are riding our horses at the slowest possible speed and the horse you are riding is a gentle soul and an easy horse to ride. Riding on a flat field is also one of the easiest terrains to ride on," Arthur horse that I am riding is actually known well for it's good temper and obedient nature but it is a slow horse. Arthur's horse is called Flame not only for his flaming chestnut colour but for his fiery nature. Flame is a horse reared for battle and the one I am riding is reared for pleasant outings. Not the kind of horse you would give to your typical ten year old son.

"Do you want to swap horses and have a race?" I ask.

"Alright," Arthur agrees. We quickly dismount and exchange horses. Arthur is almost laughing as I think he expects, Flame is going to throw me off his back.

"Milady, I don't think you should ride Flame. He manages to throw off everyone but the most experienced riders," a guard authorises.

"Well its lucky that I am a natural born horsewoman," I aggressively reply mounting Flame.

"Milady I insi-"

"I could virtually ride a horse before I could walk." With a lot of effort I just manage to keep Flame stationery on the spot.

"So I'll let you count down, my lady," Arthur mocks teasing my title.

"Of course, my lord," I say teasing his title. "Three, two-"

"Milady I must insist," the guard insists going and running in our horses paths.

"One GO!" I scream. Kicking my heels into Flame's sides he takes off at an alarmingly fast speed. The guard hastily leaps out the way as we come charging towards him. Arthur is not to far behind me as it appears that the white horse that I was riding can travel fast when it wants to. Urging Flame on even faster I can see what everyone means about this horse. Flame is deviously testing me out as a rider and is almost trying to throw me off his back. As we approach a large wooden log, I make sure Flame is on his right stride to jump it and we soar over it. Reining Flame in, just before we enter a forest, I draw him to a halt and turn him around to face Arthur.

"I have won," I say happily.

"It's not over yet," Arthur calls urging the white horse on, from the safety of the open field, into the thicket of trees.

Pressing Flame on I yell, "Riding in woods is my strong point." Just managing to glimpse the white horse through the trees, I dig heels in and hasten Flame on. Before long I realise the difficultly of this terrain. Now forcing a full fledged Flame to go faster, Flame loses his footing a couple of times but it is my daring nerve and desire to win that keeps me urging Flame on, faster.

"First one to the waterfall is the winner," screams Arthur. Arthur is two times the length of Flame ahead of me but we are slowly gaining on all my energy to push Flame on to his maximum speed, Flame suddenly boosts up and we are drawing ahead of Arthur as we approach the small pool of water. Using all my might, I manage to cease Flame's movement before we thunder into the water. Arthur, whether unintentionally or intentionally, surges into the water.

"I won," Arthur shrieks.

"No you didn't," I pointedly say. "I was clearly here first."

"You haven't even finished. I said, first one into the waterfall," Arthur shouts. I gallop away from the creek and suddenly turn Flame around, racing right at Arthur. Just in the nick of time, I stop Flame before we crash into Arthur, making water cascade all over Arthur and the white horse.

"Sorry about that Arthur," I giggle, gazing at his drenched figure.

"I'll get you," Arthur growled. Fortunately, I am too quick for him, in a blink of an eye Flame and I have sprang out the water onto the lush banks of grass.

"Is that wise." I burst into stitches drawing Arthur's sword from the sheath attached to Flame's saddle. "Next time always keep your weapons near you."

"Give me back my sword and horse. We might be attacked."

"Haven't I already proved that I am more capable with a sword than."

"No, th-"

"We seemed to have lost those soldiers."

"I always do that," Arthur chortles. "They always go back to Camelot without me and my father gets angry at them. The guards have no sense of fun and I can have a hell of a time by myself. If we didn't get rid of them then we would be sitting on a horse the whole morning only going at walking speed."

"What way should we go?" I ask.

"How am I meant to know," Arthur replies shrugging his shoulders.

"Because you live near here. It's all your fault that we are lost," I angrily say.

"I beg your pardon. It is not," Arthur viciously disagrees.

"It is," I argue.

"Not."

"Is."

"Not.

"Is, is, is, is, is, is, is, is, is.

"Not, not, not, not, not, not, not."

"It's my Birthday," I say indignantly.

"Should that make any difference?" Arthur interrogates.

I glare at him in frustration. What kind of birthday present is this? I am lost in the middle of nowhere with the most annoying boy ever.

Thanks for reading. The room which Morgana entered from the library is the room in which the Merlin released the goblin. Next chapter will focus on the actual celebrations of Morgana's birthday. Please review.