I am so BORED! I mean sitting in a prison cell for a whole day and night is boring. There is nothing to do except from try to escape. And when I try to escape the shackles just dig into my wrists irritating the skin until they rip my flesh open. It is horrible. True, if I didn't struggle my wrists would only be raw red, but what would be the fun in that. At least this way Uther may feel guilty for locking me up with chains and all. In fact I haven't eaten anything for two days. Only one day of it was because of Uther, but that doesn't make more or less starved.
I clamber up from sitting on the stone hard ground. My body is stiff and achy. My hands are heavy like lead. My leg muscles have been pulled. Worst of all the shackles slightly dig into my wrists which are coated in blood; clotted blood. Yelping, I collapse back onto the ground. Damn it! I had forgotten about how I had ripped the flesh off my once unscathed wrists. I will probably get an infection; not that I care. In fact I stand up bravely not even grimacing at the pain and begin to struggle against the chains. This just reopens the wounds on my wrists and makes blood leak out of them. Ignoring the burning pain, I continue to struggle and struggle and struggle. Perhaps I can even manage to make Uther feel sympathetic towards me even though it is technically my fault that this has happened to me.
When I can no longer stand the pain, I fall to the ground enervated. I do nothing to help my wrists and I just let the blood seep onto my dress. Whatever plan I have in my mind, I hope this pain is worth it. It probably isn't. I don't have a plan really. Well I do... It largely consists of throwing Uther in some dungeons until he sees reason (probably never) and putting Arthur in the stocks for months. That would be too funny.
Suddenly, I hear a door opening and clattering as if someone has either knocked something down or fallen over. I wonder who it could be. As always it could be a guard but I hear them approaching and their footsteps are too soft for any guard. The footsteps are so light that it would have to be those of a undersized or underweight adult or a child. It doesn't take me a second to work out who it could be.
"What do you need," the guard grunts.
"You must let me see Morgana," drawls a disdainful voice I hate. Honestly! Has he just come down here to taunt me and gloat. If he has then, when I am out of here, I will humiliate him. I do not know how, but I will. Although I know it isn't sensible to let my anger control my mind, I can't help it. Being chained to a wall, tends to make me uncontrollably angry. It makes me so angry that I end up unleashing my fury on myself; not purposely.
"The king has orde-"
"I am the king's son and I demand for you to let me see the prisoner." I loathe how he calls me 'prisoner'. It feels like he is taunting me and making me feel powerless.
Hearing the rattling of key in lock, I ready myself. I try to look as indignant and sophisticated as possible. The blood drips out of my wrists but I ignore the burning pain. I am not weak. I am not vulnerable. Chains cannot stop me. Remaining strong, I see a sneering Arthur enter the rooms, but I am ready for his jeers and taunts.
"What to you want, little pampered prince?" I snarl. Arthur just laughs at this. I am not in the position to attack him and he knows this.
"You're not so mighty now, are you?" Arthur's taunts echo inside my brain and I struggle to keep myself motionless and calm. "Reduced to a prison cell. I feel very sorry for you." Sarcasm is etched in his voice. I can feel a fire starting in me.
"Whereas your reduced to being mindless idiot. I do feel sorry for you," I retort. He looks at me furiously but I manage to hold my dignity, acting his superior. I shrug. "The truth hurts doesn't it." That is now becoming my signature phrase for some reason.
"Yes it does. I could kill you just now if I wanted to," Arthur stated. I give him a look of disbelief. He will not kill me.
"You could," I admit. "But you are not going to."
"No?"
"Think of the repercussions." If it was a battle of comebacks and retorts which Arthur and I having, I would win. I am the queen of witty comebacks.
"Like I would kill you anyway. You are too much fun to annoy," Arthur chuckles. Sighing, I try and take a couple of steps towards him forgetting about my scathed wrists. I yelp which startles Arthur.
"Morgana? What's wrong?" he inquires. I frown at this remark. Arthur does not seem be mocking or taunting me but seems rather concerned for once.
"Why?" I laugh. "Are you worried about me?" Holding my wrists up, I show him the blood that drips out of them. Arthur winces at this.
"I am not worried!" Arthur crossly exclaims. "You are nothing more than a rogue criminal."
"Which is a lot more then you are."
"I am a prince."
"Then act like it." Arthur takes a step back towards the door infuriated by me. He is not used to being spoken to like this by anyone. In the future, Arthur will be glad that I was here trying to make him less of the arrogant bully that he is.
"You need to be taught a lesson Morgana," Arthur snarls. "My father will not let you get away with crime this easily." It's quite odd really. A few moments ago Arthur was concerned about me but now he is wishing for me to go through, most likely, mental hell.
"And you need to learn to be nice and not take fun out hurting others," I retaliate. Banging the door closed, Arthur stomps off in a huff. At least I feel a lot better after having a face off with the arrogant prince and winning again. It doesn't get boring to win over and over again for me but does get annoying to have such idiotic opponents.
My anger has faded so I might just as well daydream of adventures in forests fighting alongside dragons...
...
I was kept captive by my guardian for hundreds of years (five days). My hands nearly fell off from the pain they were in (not that they only had surface wounds). I was only freed when the great king of medicine (Gaius) convinced my cruel guardian to free me from the dragon's lair. The dragon (Arthur) had taunted and threatened me but yet, I, the courageous Morgana had survived the wrath of Uther Pendragon- no sarcasm or anything. Comparing Arthur to a dragon is very accurate except that Arthur has the brains of a... Wait... I forgot. Arthur has no brains. Anyway this story is very accurate because now I am standing right in front of Uther. Prison makes me slightly deluded and over dramatic.
"Are you ready to apologise Morgana," Uther interrogates. I do not tremble but stand with my feet firmly rooted to the ground. It pleases me that there are other people in the council chambers to spectate our argument.
"I am, my lord," I innocently reply. Uther opens his mouth in surprise and I give him the most sweet and naïve look I can muster. I can tell that Uther is more than surprised at me giving in so easily and looks at me suspiciously. After a while he drops this look.
"Very well. Continue," Uther orders. I had practised my 'apology' beforehand fitting in as many long and sophisticated words as possible
"I owe you an apology for the numerous times, I have not been considerate towards you. Firstly, I must give you my most sincere apologies for liberating an innocent girl who you had wrongly condemned to an agonising death. Secondly, I am sorry for being inconsiderate and disdainfully spiteful towards you. It was necessary because now you know you are a malicious tyrant an-"
"MORGANA!" Uther yells. It took him long enough to figure out what I was saying.
"Yes, my lord," I sweetly say. Uther glares at me whilst all of the court waits, with bated breath, for the king's next action. I just stand there hoping I do not get imprisoned. It really drives me insane and ludicrously loopy.
"You must think your so clever?" His eyes bore into mine. He is trying to predict what my next witty comeback is going to be. There is just a slight flaw in this though, I am unpredictable.
"Unlike your arrogant son, I am modest so I will not comment." And Uther did not expect that to come. He did not expect me to tell the whole court that his son is arrogant. To be honest, I am loving this too much. I mean what is fun about making a fool out of the king in front of his whole royal court?
"Arthur is a much more polite and well behaved child than you could ever hope to be."
"At least I am... rebellious to make this kingdom a place where people do not live in fear of their king." The whole court gasps at this. I am not the sweet and innocent Morgana who seems rather vague and lost in thought. No. That was a mere disguise. The real me was just hiding inside; hiding and biding its time.
"Morgana, I'm warning you," Uther cautions. I just naïvely blink. There is some sort of psychological block. I should feel angry, murderess even. Yet I am refined and quietly rebellious. I am proud of my unique and distinct personality although I sometimes put on an act to make myself seem sweeter than I am.
"Warning me," I incredulously say. "Why? I was only trying to help you." Uther scrutinisingly glares at me. He knows that I am playing up but the rest of the court are oblivious to it and think I am just an ignorant child. It would be too dramatic from me being quiet, vague and innocent to argumentative, strong willed and spiteful. The court just thinks I am a naïve and innocent little girl who is either impulsive or ignorant. Impulsive and ignorant enough to break another little girl out of prison. I do want to inform the court of who I really am as it is safer to play the innocent little girl. If the court think I am just ignorant and innocent, then I will have a greater chance of not being punished so harshly.
"Bless her," Uther says to the court. It seems this conversation is turning to my advantage. "Morgana has misunderstood everything. Poor child was oblivious to the fact that the girl she released was a criminal."
"I am here," I indignantly announce. "I can understand what your saying." Uther turns his back to the court and glowers at me. It seems that I am not the only one putting on an act.
"I understand." Liar! Who could hope to understand me. "Everything will be alright." That is a lie too.
"You do not understand," I say. "As long as you slaughter and condemn those who possess magic, this kingdom is in mortal peril. You can shackle and restrain me but the truth still plays on your conscience. You either choose to deny the truth or view it like you would preposterous and incoherent nonsense." I did also rehearse this speech before trying to use as sophisticated and adult language as possible. Basically, the guard outside my cell was my thesaurus and I was forever asking him for a sophisticated words. Unlike most guards he spoke quite sophistically. It was probably something to do with his father being a scribe for some knight. When I was in prison, all I did was learnt this guard's life story. He talked and talked and talked. It was the closest to company I could get so I unwilling put up with it. The guard complained an awful lot about be-
"My child," Uther laughed, interrupting my thoughts. Patting me on shoulder, I nudged his hand away. "You do use such big words for a such little girl but you do not deceive me." I frown at the king. Is he trying to mock me? "You do not understand that what you think is right is actually wrong and vice versa."
"I understand," I confidently argue. "It is you who is the fool."
"Guards." At this word, the adrenaline begins to pump through me willing me to fight or flee. Of course I have no intention of doing either. "Kindly escort Morgana to her chambers." I see him whisper something in the guards' ears. Nodding, the guards come over and lead me out of the chambers.
"Tell me what Uther was saying to you?" I ferociously demand. I stop in the middle of the hallway and fold my arms.
"That is confidential for now, my lady," one of the guards grunt. I do not like the way he says 'for now'; not even one bit.
"You must tell me. I am not moving until you do." The guards frown at me- the little but feisty Morgana.
"Then I will have to make you." This immediately confirms my suspicions.
"Oh my," I dramatically exclaim pointing behind the guards. "IT'S A WILDDERON!" The guards gullibly turn around giving me the chance to run off. I do love a game of hide and seek. Especially since I am the queen of hide and seek. If I do not want to be found then I will not be found. Everyone in Camelot against me. This sounds like a challenge.
Running into the distance, I can almost feel Uther's fury at finding out I've run away. This is brilliant fun!