Morgana lay in her bed, too happy to sleep. She felt that she was the luckiest girl in all of Camelot. Leon loved her, nothing else mattered, she felt that she could conquer anything as long as she had him by her side. She rolled over for what seemed like the millionth time, trying to make herself more comfortable. Then suddenly, she felt a hand clasp over her mouth. She kicked and screamed, trying to escape her attacker. She felt a rag being pressed against her face, the strong smelling substance omitting from the cloth overwhelmed her. Her eyelids grew heavy, all strength seemed to drain from her body. She fought to stay awake, clawing at the towel that was suffocating her. Her attempts were useless, after only a few more seconds, she was out cold.
Gale smiled as he stared down at the body of the beautiful young ward. She was stronger then he thought she'd be, which wasn't a bad thing. He needed her to be strong if she was to help him destroy Camelot. Taking a knife from his pocket, he slit her left wrist open. He let the blood drain into a small cup, then with an enchantment, he sealed the wound. The sorcerer crept over to the wall, using a small brush, he painted a message across the smooth stone. A message written to his old friend, Uther Pendragon; a message written in the blood of his precious ward.
Leon lay restlessly in his bed, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach; something wasn't right. He knew he had every reason to be uneasy as there was a sorcerer on the loose, but there was something more, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Another hour went by, sleep continued to avoid him like the plague. This is ridiculous, he thought to himself. He climbed out of his bed, threw on a tunic and pair of trousers, then headed out of his room and down the hallway. He reached the physician's quarters with great speed, gently, he tapped on the wooden door.
"Come in." a familiar voice called. Leon opened the door and stepped into the small room. Merlin greeted the knight with a friendly wave and cheeky grin.
"Hey, Leon! what can I do for you?" he asked.
"I came to see if Gaius could prepare me a sleeping draft." the knight explained.
"Gaius isn't here right now, but I believe he keeps a few spare bottles of the stuff right here." Merlin said, bending down to look inside the cupboard he was pointing at. He pulled out a small bottle of dark liquid and looked carefully over the label before handing it to the knight. "He always keeps a couple of extras on hand since Morgana takes it so often."
"Morgana?" Leon asked. Merlin sensed concern in the man's voice, but decided not to ask since he wasn't on the best terms with the ward at the moment. He cringed at the thought of what she might do if she heard that he was prying into her personal matters.
"She has trouble sleeping. Nightmares and stuff." he replied causally. Leon nodded, thanked the manservant for his assistance and headed back to his chambers, ready for a good nights rest.
