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I think I have one big flaw when it comes to my writing - I really LOVE to get into the characters mind - especially the part were they think of another person. So yeah, that part of this chapter was not planned AT ALL, but oh well, that's what happens when Winny has noting to do at work^^
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A jealous queen - Part 4
Merlin jerked opened his eyes and found himself glaring into a wall of thick straw. For a moment the young man was bewildered, but then slowly the memories of the most recent events hit him. They'd been taken by Morgana. Arthur! Where was Arthur? Merlin looked left and right, but the prince was nowhere to be seen. Panicked, he pushed himself to his feet and started to walk in direction of the only door in the room. A sharp pain stung in his leg and the sorcerer let out a cry of pain. Around both his ankles and his wrists were strong handcuffs made of a thorny plant. As he watched it, the plant moved, growing and adding a new layer to his captivity.
"I see you're finally awake. That's good." In the open doorway stood the previous ward of Uther Pendragon. Much had changed since the days they'd spent living together in the castle. Back then the Lady Morgana was a gentle and just woman that didn't see it improper for her to step up and do what was right. Merlin could still remember what a shocking blow it had been when he'd realised her change of attitude and at last her change of heart.
"What have you done to Arthur?" Merlin asked, his eyes fixed on the witch.
"Such a faithful servant. I've always admired that about you. Whenever something happens to my dear brother, you always seem to show up too. Not that you can actually accomplish anything to support him." she said laughing. "Still, a loyal pet is hard to come by these days..." Her eyes were narrowed into a glare that didn't seem focused on anywhere particular, thoughtful.
"What have you done to him?" the boy repeated, emphasis on each syllable.
"Now now, there is no need for you to be so dramatic." The witch turned her attention back to her visitor. "I've not hurt him. Well, not in any critical means. Despite your thoughts my intention is not to hurt him. Some wounds perhaps, but that's not avoidable I'm afraid. If only that cursed father of ours would acknowledge me, then-"
"Then you'd be the heir?" The words came spitting out of his mouth. "You're saying that if you got the crown next, then it would be fine."
A thin smile showed on her rosy lips. "Ah well, it would be better. It would be fair. Even if born outside the marriage, I'm still as 'rightful born' as Arthur." Disgust filled her usual immaculate face. "To despise magic that much, yet loving what it created more than his own life. My father is a hypocrite, and he will pay for his misjudgment and cruelty to my people." She looked out a little window in the back of the room and her eyes once again drifted away.
"Magic is not evil." Merlin spoke. "So why use it in that way then? Why not try to convince the king that he was wrong? That magic can be used to bring happiness and-"
"You know nothing, Merlin." She cut him off. "Nothing of how it feels to know that all the love someone has for you would cease to exist if he truly knew who and what you were." Her expression got said for a brief moment, and Merlin could make out the young woman he'd once knew and trusted.
She was still in there. Hurt. But the sorcerer also knew that there was little he could do to help her. The hurt had gotten a hold of her soul and turned into hate. A powerful hate directed to those she'd once loved the most. Until she could could learn to forget and forgive, Merlin feared that there was no hope for the Lady Morgana.
"I've might not been in a situation like yours before." The boy chose his words carefully as he continued. "But I know that you're hurt, and that even if you get the crown, it still won't make it feel better."
The witch let out a snort.
"Why am I even listening to you? You don't know anything, not like I do. A servant is what you are. A servant of Camelot and of my brother!" She paused and took a deep breath calming herself. "However, I've seen the way you look at my father. I know you do not agree with his opinion of magic." Stepping close to him, she cupped his chin up, looking straight into his eyes. The motion was almost friendly, but the eyes studying him were cold and pensive. "There might be a place for you in my world, Merlin. If you only know to choose the right side. I need people I can trust and rely on to be there when I need them… You might find a better purpose in life serving me instead of Arthur." She let go of his face and hurled around and headed toward the door. "I'll leave you with the choice. Give me your answer when I return." Then she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Inside, the boy let out a heavy breath. For a moment he genuinely considered her offer, but he soon pushed it away. Morgana's proposition might be good, but it wouldn't be the future he dreamed of. It would include magic, yes, but the wrong kind. Her world would be one where magic was feared and where it dominated. No, Merlin knew that his destiny was with Arthur. They were two sides of the same coin. He knew that the world he was promised, Albion — were magic and peace was one and the same; wasn't coming soon, but still. It was his destiny.
The boy straightened up and suddenly his eyes lit up in golden fire of light. The vines that held him drew back and let the young sorcerer free. Merlin didn't know how much time he had before the witch returned, but he wouldn't take any chances. Not with Arthur's life at risk. As fast as he could, Merlin moved over to the little window and looked outside. There was nobody to be seen. A wry smile appeared on his lips. He knew what he'd have to do. The Lady Morgana might know everything about Arthur, but she definitely didn't know all about him.
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