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I froze in my spot hidden by the grass. My ears strained to pick up the slightest of hint as to where and whom the footsteps were coming from, trying to decide whether they be friend or foe. It could be Saxons of course, or regular bandits, who I'm sure I could take care of easily enough. I grimaced, more deaths.
"Sister." If possible, I froze even more and my eyes widened.
Morgause. Morgana's mind speech washed over me and I closed my eyes in despair. I was so hoping that I was reaching out to her, and that I could bring her back to u, saving her now even when I didn't once before.
"Why did you summon me?" Morgause's voice was gentle but impatient, as if she had somewhere better to be then with her sister. I think Morgana realized this, and tried to reply but couldn't, as if she suddenly couldn't use her mind speech anymore.
"Come on Morgana. I didn't teach you to speak with your mind for you to fail at it now." Her voice was verging more on impatient now and I could sense Morgana's irritation and slight hurt.
I was just wondering if you had any more plans for Camelot? She responded defensively. Morgause didn't answer for a moment.
"I have a plan in the making, but I must talk to Cenred to gather his army first. But there is also a part you must play if we are to succeed." Morgause's voice was earnest and manipulative and if I hated Uther as much as Morgana did, then I probably would have fallen for them too.
Of course. What did you need me to do? Morgana asked telepathically, the uncertainty gone from her voice. My face hardened. A few words from Morgause and she was drawn into the darkness, ready to turn on Camelot once more.
"The plan is not yet ready, I will tell you when the time is right." There was another moment of silence before Morgana spoke.
Of course. I will wait for your message. Morgause stalked away and Morgana watched her go. Before I could hide myself better, Morgana was walking away…towards where I was hidden in the grass. I closed my eyes and relaxed my body. The grass was long enough that Morgana didn't see me until she was right on top of me, tripping over my motionless form. I didn't react however, and kept my eyes shut.
What the hell? I heard her curse and felt another kick in my side. Merlin? Spying on me are you? She must have been talking to herself inside her mind as she didn't know that I had magic, and therefore in her mind, I couldn't hear her internal speech. She cussed again when I didn't reply and pushed me with her boot so I rolled onto my stomach. I let my head loll to the side and my jaw slacken. I heard the crack of branches as she crouched down next to me and held onto my chin as she watched my face. She sighed when she realized I was 'unconscious' and brushed my hair back from her face.
What are we going to do with you? It was as if she had forgotten to 'turn off' her internal speech as I could still hear every word she thought. She wiped some of the dirt off my face. My breath caught but I tried to keep my chest moving naturally as her soft skin moved across my face.
What are you doing Morgana? She thought, and suddenly the hand was gone and a stinging slap hit my cheek. The sudden change form her soft caress to the hard slap had me shooting up, bumping into Morgana's head in the process. We both jerked back and I stood up, swaying from standing so suddenly. Morgana must have taken my swaying for disorientation after a concussion or something and sighed. When I looked at her, gone was the soft Morgana that had wiped my face in my 'sleep'. In her place stood the new, cold Morgana, who was currently looking at me like being injured was only an inconvenience to her. She didn't offer me a hand or even a sympathetic look; she just stood up and started walking. I sighed and followed.
"Morgana!" I huffed after a few minutes of walking. I didn't recognize where I was walking and realized that I must have gone farther than I thought. I decided to play up my story a little more, and try to convince her that I hadn't been listening on her and Morgause's conversation. I kept the accusation out of my voice, and made sure my tone contained only curiosity. She turned to me impatiently, and mimed bringing a bow up and releasing it. Hunting.
"Where's your bow?" I asked confused. Okay, maybe I was playing it up a little too much. Anyone would be suspicious by now. She once again mimed holding the bow, but this time pretended she was bending it over her knee until it snapped. Broken.
"Oh." Morgana went back to ignoring me, and damn did she walk fast when she wanted. "Look, I want to apologise for how I behaved this morning, I was only trying to be nice." She kept ignoring me and I huffed. I ran a few steps and grabbed her arm.
"Can you please listen to me? I didn't want to hurt you before, but it was the only way to save Camelot. To break the spell, was to destroy the vessel." I murmured sadly, blinking back the moisture in my eyes. Even after all this time, the memories still haunt me. Her eyes were confused for a second, but then she seemed to toss the feelings aside and looked at me in anger. She tore her arm from my grasp and pushed me away. I thought over her previous expression and my jaw dropped.
"You didn't know…" I said, half to myself. Morgana just glared at me and mouthed 'what?' I stepped closer and rested my hands on her shoulders, bending down so I could look her in the eye.
"Morgana. You were the vessel." Her eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously, once again escaping form my grasp. She pushed me down in the dirt and started to walk away.
"Morgana! I'm sorry! I thought you knew!" I shouted. I seemed to be apologizing a lot today. She seemed to not be able to take the accusation against her sister, and grabbed a stick before clearing a patch of dad.
LIAR! She wrote and I let out a breath.
"No." I breathed. Morgause was the liar, and even I didn't realize how good a liar she was until now. Her eyes flooded and she spun on her heels and ran, tripping over logs but not caring. I followed after her, and grabbed her waist just before she tripped over a log.
"Morgana, stop. You are going to hurt yourself."
Morgana's Pov
I turned to face him, intent on pushing him away again, but as soon as I put my hands on his chest, I stopped. His expression was so full of concern and fear, it broke my heart. Even when my own sister asked me how I was, it seemed fake. I don't how I never realized it before, always taking her concern as genuine. But when I looked into his eyes, I realized that her worry was nothing compared to the emotion in his. His eyes were red from crying sometime recently, and I couldn't help feeling that I was the cause of it. It felt like his hands were burning the skin of my back, but instead of hurting, it sent a warm feeling into my skin.
Then I did what neither of us were expecting.
I kissed him.
The chapter you have all been waiting for! I hope ;)
Do have any idea how hard it is to write when Morgana can't talk? Almost impossible, that's how! I always write about half a chapter normally, then I think 'Dammit! Morgana can't talk, now I have to rewrite the whole thing!'
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