The Healing Bracelet

Characters: Morgana, Morgause

Summary: I really enjoyed the first time Morgana and Morgause met. You really sensed that this was the moment that Morgana was content to choose her path.

Morgana had always believed that she was somehow different. Not in an arrogant or overbearing way. But she merely felt something burned deep inside her, that as yet she could not explain. Even before her dreams began to haunt her, certain events would trigger her mind, in a way that you struggled to comprehend. Feelings about places she'd been to, or people she'd met, which then became true.

She often had deja vous moments, when she'd swear she'd been somewhere, or that she'd met someone, even though she knew she hadn't. But usually she would end up dismissing it and putting it to the back of her mind. That was until the day she met Morgause.

She would never forget the day, the young woman strode into her life. For one thing it was a dramatic occurrence. Morgana along with others was watching some young men being knighted in the Great Hall. Suddenly the door had burst open and came a figure dressed all in armour who purpose walked down the red carpet. Coming to a stop just before Arthur they arrogantly tossed a piece of armour by his feet. A challenge.

As Arthur picked it up and asked the person to reveal themselves, Morgana along with everyone else watched in a stunned silence as the helmet slowly came off. To Morgana's shock it was not a face of a burly arrogant man, but a woman. She had long blonde hair, and she threw it back, and looked straight at Arthur, as if daring him to question her.

As Morgana stared at her she felt a deep connection, but when she thought about it later she wondered how that could be, as she had not met her before. She had briefly mentioned it to Gwen, but when her maid asked her when, she could not supply an answer, and Morgana dropped the subject.

It was after the fight in which the blonde stranger had beaten Prince Arthur that their paths crossed again. Morgana seeing the woman had injured herself decided to check up on her. She entered the guest chamber, at first she didn't see her, just as she was about to change her mind flee the woman came out and saw Morgana.

Morgana suddenly felt awkward. "I didn't mean to intrude. I want to introduce myself, I'm the Lady Morgana."

"I know who you are." the woman had replied.

"How is your arm? You were wounded?" Morgana asked wanting to keep the conversation going.

"It'll heal soon enough." she said and then walked over to Morgana looking at her closely. "You look tired."

"I've not been sleeping well." Morgana explained.

"I no how troubling that can be." the woman replied sympathetically.

Suddenly Morgana felt she had to ask the question that was haunting her. "I feel we've met before."

The woman smiled and shook her head. "No but I'm glad we've met now."

Morgana smiled in return, suddenly she spotted a bracelet on the woman's arm. There was something about the bracelet that really attracted Morgana, growing in confidence she remarked.

"That is a lovely bracelet."

"It was a gift from my mother. Please I'd like you to have it. It is a healing bracelet, it will help you sleep."

"No I couldn't." Morgana assured her. "You must be tired, I'll leave you to rest."

Watching Morgana leave the room the stranger said softly. "I hope you will remember me."

Morgana nodded her head as she left the room. Despite the woman's denial Morgana still felt there was something about her. But for the life of her she didn't know what. Yet another mystery that plagued her mind, and made her question everything. She began to wonder if she would ever get any peace.

That night she settled down in trepidation, knowing another restless night lay ahead for her. She barely thought of the woman as she closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep. The next thing she remembered was being pushed by a worried Gwen, who laughed about it being midday.

"I can't remember the last time I had such a good night." Morgana smiled.

As Gwen left the room Morgana noticed something on the table by her bed. Reaching out she realised it was the bracelet that she had so admired on the woman's wrist the day before. She picked it up and immediately felt it's soothing power. There was something familiar about the crest on the bracelet, but she didn't know what it was. As she put it on around her wrist, she felt totally at ease.

Morgana often silently thanked the woman and wondered if they would ever meet again. As she touched the bracelet she really hoped they would. Then she could thank her properly.