Morgana had opted for a permanent crouching position in which her hands were placed firmly over her ears. She decided to close her eyes, for added protection, though none of this helped, as the screams still found a way into her brain. She sobbed, and her face was constantly wet. It didn't help that she was in almost pitch blackness and did not know if it was day or night.
There was some relief from the nightmare though.
Every day at some point Morgause would enter the room and sit down next to Morgana whispering softly and gently, as if Morgana were a child. But the tone was not patronising but instead sisterly. Morgana felt herself more devoted to Morgause each day, every time she entered Morgana's heart beat a little quicker and she could feel her cheeks redden. Morgana wanted Morgause to like her and therefore wanted to be obedient. She was like a puppy wanting and pining for her owner, though a part of her knew that these thoughts were not natural, that these emotions she was feeling towards Morgause were not determined by her free will. When Morgause left the room Morgana felt a sense of pain and panic. She wanted Morgause. She needed Morgause
The dark tower was a place of fear and dread. The very name of it brought fear into the minds of men. People were bought there, and placed into the dark room. There, they would experience torturous screams and visions that mocked their inner conscious. When it was finally over, their will was no longer their own, they were slaves of the high priestesses for eternity. This ritual was called the Tiene Diaga - the scared fire- and it was what Morgana was enduring at that moment in time.
Each day in the tower brought a new set of fears to Morgana, sometimes it was just screams of other poor tortured souls or it was the vision of her friends turning against her, mocking and laughing at her. One time Gwen appeared directly in front of Morgana, a small pale figure. Morgana knew that it was just a vision but Gwen's voice called to Morgana in such a concerning manner that Morgana jerked her head upwards even though she knew that she shouldn't. Gwen looked at Morgana and her whole body began to shake and tremor. Gwen bared her teeth at Morgana and screamed, Morgana started to sob, she never knew Gwen could be that mean...
That's when it happened.
Morgause heard the scream she was eating dinner when the scream cut into her ears like a knife through butter. A desperate wail that continued for at least 10 seconds, it just got louder and more intense and showed no signs of stopping. That was when Morgause knew,
Morgana was broken.
"My child, my child, it is alright, it is all okay" Morgause entered the room and wrapped her arms tightly around her sisters waist. The pain was unbearable, both for Morgause and Morgana they were connected together so tightly. Morgause stroked Morgana's quivering hands until they were shaking no more "You need rest, proper rest"
Morgana smiled weakly. With Morgause's help she stood up. They walked out of the room and into a room in which Morgana had not seen before. There was a beautiful white bed that sat in the middle of the stone room. There was a lovely fireplace with logs, just waiting for the heat of a spark so that they could burst into flames.
Suddenly all the tiredness kicked in and morgana headed for the bed. She pulled herself under the sheets and propped herself up. Morgana was embraced by Morgause.
"Do you understand now who you can trust?" Morgause spoke softly,
"Its you Morgause. Its only ever been you." Morgana replied, sounding almost like a small child.
"You are not one of them. And you never will be" Morgause said, almost to herself.
"You don't know how much I hate them. All of them."
"You have done well to see past the lies to the real truth sister; you have an important part to play in the future. Together we will ensure the destruction of everything that Camelot holds dear."
And with those last words Morgana fell asleep.
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