I hope you're still there. I know it's been a while since I've published something, but you'll forgive me, won't you? Thank you to all who have encouraged me to keep going.
'We should see the world as it is, not as we'd like it to be and we should understand that the majority of people don't see us the way we do. Only after we've understood that, we are able to decide which direction we want to go and how we are going to reach the destination.'
Something is wrong
"Merlin!" The king cried relieved as the heard the warlock calling his name. Merlin's voice was cold and firmer than it had used to be, but Arthur was too confused to notice that. "You won't believe what a strange dream I had." The king added while he got down of the bed and started to prepare for the day.
"Can't you just hurry up, Arthur?" Merlin threw at him. "It's already late."
"I've dreamt you were a sorcerer and Morgana was so scared of you and there was that story you…." And the king kept jabbering on and on while Merlin helped him get ready. "Wasn't it real, was it?" The king ended, still unsure what to believe.
"No, I was just joking and poor Morgana really believed everything. It seems I'm actually good at playing pranks." Merlin answered, a bit disappointed to find his friend was such a light head sometimes. Arthur watched him surprised. He couldn't say if Merlin was sarcastic or he was speaking the truth. After a while, Arthur burst into laughters.
"You're right. It's stupid. You a sorcerer!? Wait a moment. You pretend to be a sorcerer?! It didn't look like you were pretending."
"Merlin, are you sure the prophecy doesn't speak about another Arthur?"Morgana added as she entered his chambers, confusing her brother even more. Soon she was followed by the others. "Yes, Arthur, he was just curious how it feels to be melodramatic. I have to admit he had just so much imagination. Have you never noticed how talented he is?"
"Are you ready?" Merlin asked as they'd entered the room. "Sorry for ruining your fun, kids, but you can admire my talent later. Now, shall we be serious?"Arthur watched them flabbergasted.
"It wasn't a dream, was it?"
The Dragon Lord was pretty aware that such a spell would be too much for himself as there were too many people he had to take with him. And so he risked. Merlin knew for sure that whatever the result, it would be milder than what he would have achieved had he been to try it alone. The warlock didn't trust Morgana despite the yesterday conversation, despite the last night's events. In fact, he didn't know what to think about last night. Was it for the best or were they to destroy each other?
"Take you neckless off!" The Last Dragon Lord commanded. "We're going to do it together." Trust was a doubled edged sword, he knew that, but how was he supposed to gain Morgana back if he was unable to trust her? Not that he wanted it for himself, but for his friends and for the safety of Camelot. It was his only chance to save the people he loved. And this time the warlock was decide to act , should she tried anything stupid
"Remember to stay focused. It's important not to allow your mind wander freely." He reminded her for the umpteenth time. "Close you eyes and try to see the moment with you mind. Remember, focus on the day you helped me protect Eldore."
"I got it, Merlin!" Morgana cried. "There's no need to repeat." Yet, it was clear Morgana had her mind away and he had a feeling that his talk with her in the morning had a lot to do with it. And he needed her help. Even if she wasn't a match for his magic, the High Priestess was still strong and Merlin was aware that her powers might alter the spell. So, he tried to prevent it on the soft way, by getting some sense in her mind.
"I'm sorry, Morgana, but I can't take you back there. And..in fact, I guess you don't want it either, despite the fact you miss them. Please, just focus for a moment."
"You can't understand" She threw at him. "You can't possibly understood how is like to lose those you love. But do not worry. I'm not going to get back to my childhood. Shall we start?"
Why was he surprised? It was typical for her. Obviously none was able to understand! Maybe, he wasn't able to understand how she felt, but he knew very well how painful losing someone could be. So, he'd only thrown her a reproachful glance before he started.
He spoke the words and allowed his magic fly free around them. He only hoped that everything would be fine.
The warlock was right, the witch could hardly focused on the right memory as she couldn't get her previous discussion with Merlin out of her head. Every memory leaded her to another and another and so one. She felt the magic. She felt her body disappear in thin air and then Merlin let go of her hand. Everything disappeared and the witch fell into oblivion.
When she woke up, Morgana realized to her surprise that she wasn't in her room in Camelot. Yet she had a sense of deja-vu she couldn't explain. The witch was sure she'd been there before, but it was so hard to remember.
She quickly got up of her bed, decided to inspect the place. It was a lovely day, sunny and warm, but those things didn't matter for her. She wanted to see the buildings. At first, the witch had intended to cry out hoping someone would come and explain her what had happened; how she got there. She changed her mind, though, after she'd decided it might be dangerous. So, her only plan was to inspect the surroundings and the quickest and best way to do it was to look through the window.
But as she tried to do it, the witch came to a shocking realization: the window was too up for her and Morgana could hardly see a thing. Then, scared as a thought popped up in her mind she hurried to find a mirror only to have her feeling confirmed. The mirror revealed a sweet little darked-haired girl no more than six years old. If it hadn't happened to herself, the witch would have laughed by seeing the girl's shocked face. But that girl was she and Morgana found no reasons to laugh.
Merlin knew something was wrong. They weren't definitely to the right moment. When he'd sensed Morgana's thoughts he'd tried to fight her back and somehow it reminded him of her cruel smirks she had used to share with him while still pretending to be Utter's loving ward.
Soon, Merlin had his feeling confirmed as he decide to pay Morgana a visit. (None of his friends hadn't been able to figure out for themselves the moment Merlin had brought them to. Clearly they weren't in Eldore. It was before Morgana's betrayal as Utter was sound and safe and Gwaine, Percival and Elyan were nowhere to find. The only solution was to visit her. First of all he needed to know if she was there too or he would have to deal with the Morgana of that time. Secondly, he wanted to know how difficult would be to deal with Morgana of that time.)
Merlin knew the answer as soon as he opened the door. Very difficult. Two of his worst fears had turned into reality and his bouquet of wild flowers was not enough to bring a smile on a hateful and distrustful Morgana. At least, they had arrived before her betrayal.
"What do you want?" Morgana hissed at him.
"To see you. Is it not quite obvious?" She was mesmerising, but so cold. Yet, he'd been dealing with her for longer he could remember. The truth was it had always been hard. No, impossible. But, in that instant he had years of experience the woman in front of him didn't have. Plus, he'd become pretty good at keeping his feelings in check, while showing the world the mask he wanted it to see and yet no one had ever noticed it was a petty mask.
"Talk!" She command.
"We have a problem. Have you come back from the future or something?" She watched him flabbergasted. "I guess you haven't. This is the problem."
"What kind of joke is it?" The witch couldn't understand his strange behaviour. In fact, nothing made sense to her.
The moment she'd seen him at the door with those flowers in his hand, Morgana simply couldn't figure out what that might mean and so she didn't know how to act. For a moment she'd thought he'd come to ask for forgiveness, but now the witch had no idea what he really wanted.
"There is no joke. I am from the future and it was supposed you are the Morgana of my time. If you were not her, then where is she?"
"I don't understand a thing! Have you drank something?" Merlin pushed her a bit so he could enter inside. He shut the door after him and found a comfortable chair where he sat down.
"Waw, I'm surprised you didn't ask me what I bumped into. If you really want to know, Morgana, I drank a glass of wine, I spent the night with my mortal enemy and somehow we end up speaking about childhood and now I have the slightest idea where she is. By the way, where I am?"
"I don't care what you did last night, Merlin."
"Don't you care for your future version? Help me find her! Do you know where she… Is it somewhere you would like to be? Somewhere in the past? Tell me, please!"
"Why will I do that?"
"Because everything she does right now will change the world we live in."
"I hope she kills you then. This way I will finally get rid of you."
Well, he was more scared of her killing Arthur than that, but Morgana might be right. Killing him would be the best solution to have everything she wanted. Maybe, it was what she wanted from the start. Yet, there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He would have to find another way to make her speak before Morgana (the one from the future) would do something stupid. Until then the warlock needed to find a way so his friends wouldn't be affected by the changed that her actions would cause to the future. This was the only answer he had.
"By the way, Morgana, you future version seemed to enjoy my company last night. " The warlock threw at her while he stood up and hurried towards the door. "Why would she kill me?", he added and then he got out leaving her so troubled and furious that the witch was unable to say a word.
