"Uther believes he has magic, and that makes him guilty." Merlin answers Morgana, with a sad expression of resignation on his face as he looks down upon the sleeping Druid boy.
"Uther's wrong." the conviction in Morgana's immediate reply surprises Merlin, and he waits a moment before speaking.
"You believe that?" he asks, his voice laced with surprise.
"What if magic isn't something you choose? What if it chooses you?" Morgana's words fan a small spark of hope, flickering within Merlin's chest. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
At that moment, Merlin realises he is staring at the young King's Ward, and hurriedly looks back down at the injured boy.
"Nothing."
A moment passes before Morgana speaks, with a small tilt of her head that raises Merlin's blood pressure a notch.
"Why are you helping him?"
Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, Merlin is almost overtaken by the urge to confide in his friend the hidden truth of his existence. After a moment's consideration, he simply says,
"It was a spur of the moment decision."
Author's Note:
Just a couple of replies to the lovely reviewers, as I cannot PM you my thanks directly.
Guest: Fantastic! I can't describe how good it feels when people say they like my writing. I must admit, I do quite like writing about Morgana. If I were in Camelot, I would definitely be crushing on her. Before she goes evil and tries to murder, well, everyone that is :L
I do find quite often that I keep things close to my chest when writing. I have absolutely no idea why, but I am glad you are enjoying it!
Amy: Thank you! And believe me, I intend to!
