{On the 7th day of December, a nutter gave to meeeeee,

Slightly angsty Morgwen-eeeee(?)

For my Morgana... I'll be your Gwen ;) Heh heh heh...}

She could feel her heart racing as she ran. Helter skelter, tumbling forwards, a jumble of limbs speeding through the midnight thicket. Her hair whipped her eyes, causing her to cry out as she stumbled blindly, blinking away the darkness. She heard Morgana laughing behind her. "Are we scared now, little Gwen?" She taunted, voice goading and temptingly close, yet so far away. Gwen's breath hitched as she pitched forwards into nothingness, feeling the ground disappearing from beneath her feet. She cried out in terror, reaching out for something - anything - that would break her fall. Morgana was too far away to help her now, not that she would. Morgana was dark now, she reminded herself. Morgana no longer cared.

She closed her eyes tightly, willing away her tears and the whistle in her ears as she plummeted down towards the end. She prepared herself for impact. Her shaking hands clasped her body, as if curling up like a hedgehog would save her. Time slowed as she neared the end of her fall. Her eyes flew open instinctively, trees and rocks blurring into one aching streak of fear. And then she was flying. Soaring faster and faster as she screamed, shooting back up over the edge of the ravine, deposited on the grass with the utmost delicacy.

She rolled over, shielding her eyes. Her senses were running on overdrive. She could hear the *click, click* of Morgana's boots on the dirt behind her. Her breathing grew ragged, her fingers trembling and tangling in her dark curls. Morgana had reached her now. "Get up." Gwen found her shaking limbs obeying immediately. Scrambling to her feet, the ex-maidservant blushed, brushing the dirt from her dress. Morgana smirked; leering approvingly at the plum coloured bodice that clad her slight frame. The enchantress stalked slowly closer, with all the malevolent grace of a lithe leopard about to strike. Gwen glared up at her ex-mistress. "Why are you doing this? This isn't you, Morgana!" She attempted to move forward; the sorceress's magic held her back. "Oh, hush, Gwen. You sound like Merlin..." Gwen felt like screaming. What had happened to Merlin? Was he still alive? Morgana laughed. Gwen gulped nervously as the taller woman drew nearer. "Merlin's fine. Don't you remember? I don't care about them. Uther's dead; that's all that matters. All I wanted was you." Gwen felt herself snap. "How DARE you waltz around like that, acting like you haven't been trying to kill everyone I care about, acting like you haven't been trying to kill me!" Morgana just stared back at her. Her emerald eyes were empty; no teasing light within, not even the dark hatred that usually burned within. The enchantress slowly sank to her knees, balling her fists up over her lips. Gwen ran to her; the spell was broken. Winding her arms around her Lady, she sighed. If they could keep pretending, it would be just like old times... She pressed a cautious kiss to Morgana's cheek, the first in years. The older girl's eyes flooded with tears. If they could just keep pretending...

{Aw, that was sadder than I intended... I'm sorry, guys. Review xx}