AN: So the 300th review came from Robson3010 who initially asked for 'raise Your Voice' from Sister Act however I felt the lyrics were too hard to adapt and I'm really sorry about that. However I was offered an alternative. This song comes from Cabaret and is sung by Sally. Some of you may be familiar with the Glee version, I don't watch Glee so I wouldn't know.
Morgana stumbled through the woods and collapsed to the ground. Once again she had had it all and once again she had lost everything. Damn them all. Damn Arthur, damn Merlin, damn Gwen, damn Gaius, damn those stupid knights. Damn them all to hell! Morgana rubbed her painful side as she considered what had gone wrong. Why was it that every time she planned something, worked out every last detail and considered every last possibility the end result was that they always fell apart? What was wrong with her? How could her perfect plans fall through?
Oh yes, that pain in her side was reason why. Her 'dear' brother and his ragtag gang of hangers on who always had to step in and ruin her hard work. Why couldn't they understand? Morgana was simply taking what had been stolen from her, what should have been her birth right? Was that really such a crime?
"Maybe next time, I'll be lucky
Maybe next time, I'll win
Maybe next time
For the first time
My victory won't hurry away." Morgana sang to herself. What angered her more than anything else was the fact that both sides were fighting fire with fire. Morgana had to give her enemies their due credit; they always gave as good as they got but that was the problem. They fought fire with fire yet Morgana was the one who always got burnt or seen as the villain. Next time however, next time would be different. "I'll take power so fast
I'll be home at last
Not a loser anymore
Like the last time
And the time before." Morgana claimed as she attempted to use her magic again before remembering that it hadn't worked. Somehow Emrys had managed to bind her powers. There was another issue that was causing her trouble. Who was Emrys? Who was that's strange powerful old man and what did she ever do to him to make him her enemy in the first place? Morgana dismissed Emrys for the moment, the loss of her throne and title for the second time was more of a pressing matter for her.
The last time, there now had initially been brilliant. She had had three of Arthur's most trusted friends locked up, her Southron forces outnumbered the knights two to one and still she had been defeated. Arthur and Merlin managed to gather everyone together again, even recruit some she didn't know and of course Little Miss Perfect came back from exile, all things forgiven, to join the fun too.
The time before, the first time had almost been perfect. She and her sister, triumphant on Camelot's throne as the whole kingdom bowed to her. Except for the few who escaped and ultimately joined with Arthur to defeat her. That time Morgana had been too busy trying to save Morgause to care about her defeat. That came later but when it did it made her more determined to win. "Everybody loves a winner
So nobody loved me;
'Queen Morgana of Camelot'
That's what I long to be." Morgana claimed. What was really so wrong with wanting to be queen? As Uther's eldest child she was entitled to the throne. Instead her bratty half-brother had taken the throne and Morgana knew that the title of queen was undoubtedly going to go to Gwen.
That was another thought which seemed evident of the double standards in Camelot in Morgana's opinion. When Morgana 'commits treason' she's forced to leave Camelot and treated and hunted like a criminal but when dear sweet Gwen commits treason, everything's fine and forgiven about two months later. Where was the justice in that? Ok so maybe Morgana had put her under a spell and kissing someone wasn't as big an act of treason as imprisoning and killing the king. But that wasn't the point! The point was that if Morgana did something bad; it was awful and utterly unforgiveable whereas if anyone else did, it was fine.
Just as Morgana thought that, a little white dragon flew down and looked at her curiously. Morgana pulled herself up and looked into the little creature's orange eyes. She supposed it was quite cute and usually she hated anything cute. As the dragon breathed over her, Morgana let the warmth bathe her body and felt not only her wound heal itself but also that rush of power connected to her magic. As the dragon bowed it's head and flew off, Morgana said those two words she rarely used.
"Thank you."
She meant it, not just for the dragon's healing of her wounds but it restored her magic, her power. Morgana smirked as she realised what that meant. She was down but she was not out. Nice try Emrys but it took a little bit more than a mandrake to stop Morgana Pendragon from getting what she wanted.
"All the odds are in my favour
Something's bound to begin
It's got to happen, happen sometime
Maybe next time I'll win." Morgana vowed as she continued through the woods and began planning. Let those fools in Camelot have their victory celebrations and their weddings and coronations; let them think they had won, that she was finally defeated. Morgana wasn't beaten fully, not just yet. There was always another plan to make, another ally to find. There was always another next time.
And next time she would win.
AN: That's one think I do like about Morgana, she never does give up without a fight. Anyway next up, Leon thinks about a certain princess and what it means if he can't love her.
