Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
A/N: I have realised that I am a terrible person. I need to get ahead a bit with my stories before I upload them because I'm so unreliable D: But once its written I get excited and upload it straight away (this is what I'm doing now) So please forgive me for the longggg gap, and I hope you enjoy :)
*one week later*
Merlin stood in the grounds, watching Arthur and the Knights training without really seeing it. Hiss thoughts as always were on Morgana.
As he took a break, Arthur glanced round at Merlin; he was worried. Dark circles surrounded the boy's eyes, his hair stood up on end and his whole demeanour seemed wrong. Arthur wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't slept at all since she left.
Arthur missed her too, of course. He was confused as to why his sister had run away, terrified that she was hurt, ashamed that he had been unable to find her and the fact that his father blamed him made it even worse. But somehow it seemed to have affected Merlin more, and somehow Arthur felt as though he knew more than he was letting on.
He had tried to talk to Merlin about her, but he had been unresponsive, staying quiet with tears welling in his eyes. There was also the fact that Merlin kept going missing which concerned Arthur. He would be gone for hours on end, and come back in a trance like state. Arthur felt he needed to somehow snap Merlin out of it, but he had no idea how to.
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Merlin awoke with a start. He glanced around the misty cliff top, searching desperately for that familiar form, a billowing dress, tumbling black hair, her sweet, warm voice, or that smell of wild flowers. There was nothing there. He had come here almost every day since she left, hoping that she would return to this spot which was once sp dear to them both, but was now desolate and cold. The wind, which had always been a comfort to Merlin, was now attacking his clothes, whipping around his face and stinging his eyes, as he scoured the horizon for movement.
He would have to return soon or Arthur would notice his absence, but Merlin felt numb, unable to function. This just didn't make any sense. Why would she leave without telling him? They were running away together! What had changed? He knew the answer to that. Morgause had died. This must be the reason, but Merlin could not work out why.
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Morgana gazed intently at her reflection in the river. She saw bitterness, fear and anger distorting her face. Or was it the rippling of the water? She looked pale, gaunt even, as though she were a ghost. Or was it just an illusion created by the dawn light? She felt, in her gut, that this was the right thing to do, that she was entitled to it. Or was it merely her insatiable desire for revenge?
Her only family was dead. Everyone should feel her pain now. Standing up and wandering away from the river, Morgana felt completely alone and lost. She had only ever had two people in whom to confide, and now she was certain that one of those people had been murdered by the other. The pain she was feeling, this anguish, would soon be felt by the whole of Camelot- she would make sure of that. Uther would die. Arthur would be destroyed. And- she couldn't even think his name. But Morgana felt nothing but fierce hatred and betrayal coursing through her veins as she pictured his thin face, jet black hair, high cheekbones and bright blue eyes.
A/N I have nooo idea where all that angst came from, I think I'll try and make the next chapter a bit more cheery, but it is sort of a sad story :( I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know what you thought of it :)