This is not this weeks chapter.
This is an interlude- like the chapter starts in the normal chaps, but from Morgana's POV. It's a glimpse of what's to come: we're leading up to the climax and ending of the story soon...
Chapter TEN will be posted later tonight or tomorrow!!
Read, review enjoy. There will be more.
Interlude
There were many things Morgana understood. She understood the way Merlin looked at little Ygraine, the child now just two years old. She understood the way the people applauded as Arthur showed mercy. She understood why it was not she who was Sorcerer of the Court.
She didn't understand the sickening jealous spite it all nurtured within her.
That terrified her.
No one came running when she woke up screaming in the night anymore: it was simply routine, habit. The castle inhabitants and walls had long learnt to sleep through the edged screams that echoed through the halls every night.
Everyone knew Morgana had bad dreams.
No one knew just how bad they were.
So in the night, when she clutched at her chest, at her hair, at her cheeks and the liquid fear rolling from her eyes and gasped in whispered terror because of the creature of blood and hate and rage that rose within her, no one knew.
There was something stirring within Morgana.
Something animalistic and savage.
Something twisted.
She muffled her scream against her pillows.
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