Do not get used to frequent updating. My holiday is about to end and I won't be able to be so frequent. But I'm going to have the firdt part published before I run out of time.

The sun shines through the rain

She couldn't believe what had happened. It hurt. Not her body. Morgana hadn't got a single scratch, but something deep inside was bleeding.

The guards had chained her to the wall and then they left, so she was completely alone. There was no light and no hope. Just darkness and coldness, a coldness that had entered in her every bone.

Now Morgana knew how much she miss what she had had; she missed the light, Merlin's jocks, missed being protected, his company, his everything. Even that bloody gauner was better than this complete darkness and it hurt. If only Merlin had returned… Would he ever forgive her?

Helen dashed furiously in the throneroom.

"Father!" the princess cried. "You can't be serious!" She had enough of pretending. "He'd killed hundreds of our best fighters. He must be punished."

"He'll be, my dear. Do not bother yourself with this type of problems. Let me deal with it."

"I will if you really deal with it. And the witch? How is she punished? You must kill her."

"Helen! Are you insane? Morgana is his weak point. Have you forgotten what happened?

"Exactly. She's his vulnerability. Losing her will damage him ten time stronger than anything you could do to him. That will turn him in a pety shell of his former self. Come on, Father, you can't be so thick!"

"Or it will make him vengeful, which means we are all dead. Who's ticker now, Helen? He won't leave without her and he won't do anything which may harm her. We could use it to our advantage."

Helen knew he was right. No one would be able to survive Merlin's revenge, but the warlock didn't have to know she'd been involved. She would made it look like it'd been her father's doing and she'd been able to do anything about it. She would offer her support to him and would make him see a friend in her. His hatred towards Bolin could be used in her advantage, but obviously he had not to meet Morgana.

"But you can't let them share the same cell. You're supposed to punish them." Helen said. If Bolin wasn't going to kill her, she would do it before he found out. Bolin's guards may misunderstood an order after all, didn't they?

"Helen! Stop it! I'm not going to change my mind."

"But…"

"Go to your room, Helen! He's a sorcerer and I'm not going to allow my daughter to set her eyes on a nobody like him."

"What?"

"I'm not an idiot. Don't try anything to get her out of your way! I won't risk my kingdom for your fancy."

"Yes, Father."

"Hello, witch!" Helen greeted her as she entered inside the dungeon. "The boys want a little fun and it seems you play the main part." she laughed. Morgana felt her blood run cold, but she wouldn't allow her to notice.

"Where's Merlin?"

"It doesn't matter as he won't save you this time. Boys, she's yours."

Morgana knew only a miracle would save her, but somehow she didn't want to give up believing into one.

"If Merlin finds out, you'll be dead, Helen." She cried. " He has escaped today, he'll do it again" Morgana tried to threatened her.

"He wouldn't have without my help. Bye, witch!" Helen said smirking and she addressed to the soldiers. "When you finish, kill her and get rid of the body. Father has to know nothing of it." And she left the cell.

Yet miracles did happen. As she closed the door behind her, Helen's glance met Merlin's. Some guards were escorting him inside and he must have heard Morgana's screams considering the fury written on his face. And he must have seen Helen's smirk, too as he asked her visibly annoyed.

"What is happening, Helen?"

"My father…" she babbled.

Merlin didn't ask more. He just rush toward the dungeons dragging the soldiers with him.

"Leave her alone" he commanded

"Or?" The soldiers mocked him. Merlin didn't say a word, but soon they started to choke and eventually they fell down dead. Those who survived ran out of the dungeon, slamming the door after them. For over a week none dared to enter despite Helen's threatens. Not even her.

Though it cost the warlock a lot of energy and he was hurt and disappointed. But Morgana needed him. She was still sobbing despite her greater attempts to stop the tears. The torches were still there. The soldiers had run away leaving them behind and for a while the two sorcerers were going to have some light.

Morgana was a mess. She'd been unchained and she was sitting on the cold floor with her knees to her chest, visibly scared.

"Are you alright?" Merlin enquired and he hesitated whether to hug and comfort her or to keep distance.

"Thanks to you." Morgana said. It has been a long time since he hadn't heard her speaking like that. "Are you hurt?" Well it was quite visible he was and she feared it may have been other wounds she was unable to see.

"Are you worried for me?" he teased her. "This is not a dream, Gana."

"No, it's not. And I am worried about you, Merlin. I owe you a lot already." His smile turned into disappointment and then she acknowledged her mistake. "I mean… It's not because what you did...well, it partially is...but...well, Merlin...I"

"May I hug you?" it was safer to ask after all, but his question shocked her or better said amused her. He guessed her surprise. "I've thought you need some comfort. Do not pretend, Gana. I know you're hurt, but I promise I'll do anything to protect you. So, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm still here."

"You must be exhausted. I know your magic doesn't come without a price. Come, lay here."

"But that's your bed!"

"We're not so fat." the witch joked. "I think I'll accept your hug if you let me take care of you. Come, the blanket is waiting for you."