The woman roared, an angry sound, full of rage and hurt. 'How could you do this to me?' she screamed at him, and struck him across his face. He fell to his knees and she pushed him over backwards. Moving forward she knelt on his stomach. If her fingers had had nails, they would have been digging into his chest. Instead they pushed down into his skin. She stared at him.

'How?'

'Please, I-'

'NO!' The woman yelled at him. Her eyes flashed golden, and there was a loud cracking noise, then he was still.

Morgana was standing in the corner of the room, immobilised, watching the woman attack him, through a heavy white mist. She stretched her eyes, the only part of her that would move, to look at the body on the floor. The woman was still sitting on his chest, though he was obviously dead. Her mind raced furiously. She knew she knew the two people. She knew them very well. Could they be-

Morgana woke with a gasp. She quickly thought back on her dream, assessing everything she had witnessed. She cursed. Their faces had already faded from her memory.

It was dark outside. She rose from the bed, quietly, so as not to disturb Merlin, and sat outside.

The moon shone brightly down onto her, illuminating her pale skin. She sat with her legs dangling off the edge of the cliff face. The cave was quite high up. She wondered for the first time how Merlin had gotten her up there. There was no obvious path, none that she could see anyway. She was glad of the moonlight. She had realised her fear of the dark quite soon after she had arrived at the cave, but had refrained from mentioning it to Merlin. The fear was a lot less extreme when there was someone with her. She felt her face twitch angrily. She hated the thought of being a victim. She had spent her youth that way, trapped inside Camelot, waiting for something to happen. The years she spent with the Sarrum had undeniably made her a victim. Now she was still suffering that trauma. Still a victim. Still though, there was hope. She had overcome everything else. She would overcome the latest hardships life had thrown at her. It was just much more difficult than she remembered. She tilted her head back to look at the stars. Instead, she saw two unmistakeable dark shapes gliding above her head. Aithusa and Kilgharrah flew through the sky above and she smiled.

She sat thinking for hours. When the sky began to pale, she realised it would soon be dawn. She slowly got to her feet and wandered back to her bed. Merlin lay peacefully on his stomach, hugging his pillow to himself. She smiled. He looked like a small child. She couldn't help herself. She affectionately tousled his hair before climbing in next to him.

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When she woke again, Morgana was not where she had been. No longer was she in her bed with Merlin. Instead, she back sitting in the darkness, her hands chained to the wall, Aithusa crying behind her. The Sarrum's voice boomed down at her, though she could not see him. There was a ringing in her ears, and her face stang as though she had just been struck. This pain paled in comparison, as Aithusa let out a scream of agony, which ripped through Morgana's chest, as though he had reached into her and clawed at her heart himself.

'Morgana.'

Aithusa screamed again, and Morgana screamed with her. There was nothing she could do to help her. Her hands were bound, and she dared not used her magic. This time something hit her, hard across her back. It was almost a relief. Aithusa was spared one more blow. 'You're nothing. You'll die here.'

'Morgana?'

'Alone in the darkness. Not even the rats want to come near you. You're a thing. A monster.' He hit her again. There was a pause, then Aithusa let out a howl of anguish. Morgana sobbed.

'MORGANA!'

She opened her eyes, and Merlin's face swam into view. He was leaning over her a worried expression on his face.

"Morgana?"

She grabbed him, pulled him down into a tight hug and wept into his shoulder. They stayed like that for a long time. His weight was squashing her chest, but it meant she didn't have to face the room around her. She had reduced her visual world so she didn't have to cope with it. He didn't say much. He stroked her hair, and returned her hug, but that was all.

When she finally finished crying, she made no attempt to break away. Finally he spoke.

'Do you want to talk about it?'

She hesitated, and then shook her head.

He nodded, and they were quiet again.

Already there was a little voice in the back of her head, criticising her. Victim. She ignored it. The little voice chanted louder and louder, rising to a shout and she continued to ignore it, until it finally became too loud to ignore anymore. She sighed and pushed Merlin away. They sat up. Her hand passed over her face, and then she rose shakily to her feet. The voice scoffed. Merlin got up too.

'I'll cook something.' He announced, and began to search through their makeshift cupboards.

'What happened Merlin?' she asked him hesitantly.

The voice in her head cursed.

'Well. Um. You were…screaming. And sort of, crying. And I thought it best to, maybe, um, help.' He stammered.

She felt herself blush.

'No! It's fine, really. You've been through a lot, and if anyone's going to have-err-that! That, happen it's - you're- I'll just- yeah.'

He broke off awkwardly, hastily continuing his inspection of the cupboard.

Morgana decided to go back to bed. She was trembling, and had the beginnings of a nasty headache.

She told Merlin what she was doing, half afraid he might try to forbid it. Instead he just smiled at her gently and told her if there were any trouble he'd wake her.

She returned his smile, gratefully, and hit with a wave of exhaustion, fell into bed and was asleep almost immediately.

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Tell me what you think of this chapter! Leaving you hanging a little bit after the ending of the last chapter, hopefully not too much and not too little! If you have any suggestions or anything feel free to tell me.

Will update soon x

P.S Who's watched 5x11? I'm very happy!