A/N: Set near the end of The Sword in the Stone pt. 2.


The wound throbbed, the pain and blood loss beginning to cloud her mind. Where is… must find...what? The witch stumbled through the trees, her steps growing more and more unsteady until her knees gave way beneath her. She fell heavily on her side and the added pain of landing on the wound caused the blurring world to darken into nothing, and her eyes slipped closed.

Only faintly aware of her surroundings, she could feel her life fading away into the ground, her blood staining the side of her already ruined dress. Vaguely, she felt the little warmth that the sun had provided disappear, and a strange trilling sound echoed to her from far away.

A warm wind seemed to bolster her slipping consciousness and she opened her eyes to the sight of a tiny, pure white dragon.

The creature was enthralling, standing on its two rear legs and cooing. Morgana's gaze was pulled magnetically to the little dragon as it chirped and flew away, disappearing into the sky beyond the treetops.

Her thoughts focused on the creature, her clouded mind took a few seconds to comprehend the lack of pain from her injury. She pulled her hand away to look, only finding a slit in the blood-stained fabric. The wound had closed, leaving only a thin white scar on her side. The dragon.

Her mind flitted to her recent defeat- the reason why she was lying in a forest instead of in soft sheets in the castle. It must be powerful to heal a wound so quickly. What else could the creature do?

Morgana carefully stood, her heart pounding and head spinning. Even with the failure of her last plan, Camelot's destruction might still be in her grasp.