25 Days of Christmas Merlin!

Day 4: I'll Be Home For Christmas

Characters: Morgana (with mentions of others)

Details: On a cold winter's eve, Morgana glimpses all she has left behind in Camelot. After S4.


Alone.

With Morgause, Agravaine, and Helios dead, Morgana was alone.

Looking into her scrying crystal, Morgana uttered a spell Morgause had taught her long ago.

"Diegol cnytte, gewitte me yst, aliese hine, to Camelot he cymþ."

The image of a familiar grand castle topped with snow appeared, a red flag from the highest tower blowing in the wind.

Rage.

She saw Arthur and Gwen walk into the castle from the courtyard. Laughing, Arthur brushed snowflakes off Gwen's dark hair and then took her hand in his. The royal pair made their way into the throne room, and sat down in their respective seats, thrones which Morgana knew she should rightfully possess.

Smiling, they looked at each other with such a love Morgana had found out long ago she could not break, no matter how much jewelry she enchanted or people she brought back from the dead.

Jealous.

She watched as the Knights of Camelot engaged in a vicious snow-ball fight.

Gwaine, Leon, Elyan, Galahad, Bors and Percival were like brothers. The fought and cared for each other as a family did, and once again, Morgana was reminded her ally, her sister, was gone.

Bitter.

Morgana looked upon the place Uther was buried. The sword he had carried with him for many years was marking where he lay, and covered in ice. She tried to find contempt in her heart for her father, but the feelings of hatred she had carried with her for so long in the past years were not present anymore.

Aching.

She watched as Gaius and Merlin ate stew and laughed as Merlin made faces at it, like they had so many a time.

But the pale, lanky boy she had known and adventured with was not just Merlin, but Emrys.

She even thought the name with venom.

She gently touched the wound on her rib he had caused. A real thorn to her side, but instead of a thorn, he had sent a sword flying at her, and she hadn't had time to react. Though it was healing, the injury still made her wake up during the night in pain.

The black haired boy- no, man, looked up from his stew as if he knew she was there. Like he had sensed her presence.

Instead of looking at her with anger (after all, she had tried to kill him and Arthur hundreds of times), he stared at her with his blue eyes filled with immeasurable amounts of sadness.

Unable to take his heart-breaking gaze any longer, she turned away, and with a motion of her hand, cleared the scrying crystal and sat on her tiny bed in the corner of her hut.

Sad.

Not for the first time, Morgana wondered what would've happened if she never had left Camelot. If she had treated Arthur as her brother, stayed best friends with Gwen, and most importantly, had never became the darkness to Merlin's light.

It was destiny she supposed.

Wintry air swirled in her hut, and she got up and stoked the roaring fire she had managed to get going.

Once again, Morgana was hit with a pang of what could only be expressed as loneliness and wishing to be in Camelot and spend time with the people she had loved for in her life.

I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.


Day 4 is up! I'm actually quite pleased with this, because its extremely hard to write Morgana. Also, I added some Knights to the round table, and the spell is one used from S1.

I'll be spending the rest of the week writing these and anxiously waiting for "the Hunters Heart" (Merlin S4.11)

Again, my goal is to get 5 reviews for this chapter! Also, thanks to everyone who reviewed the last couple of chapters and added me to their favourites/alerts.

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