This one's a little shorter than usual, and I'm late. It's also not edited, so I'm sorry if there are more errors. I had a surprise visit from family, and then I was sick and had to catch up on homework.

Truth || Morgana

Despite intentions to return back to Camelot, Morgana ended up following Hans. At first she wasn't sure why. Considering herself, she realized that with Uther's death, much of her motivation to storm Camelot left her, at least for the moment. Maybe it would return, if only she could find her sister. Morgause didn't have to be dead, not when Hero was clearly a good healer. If Hero was what, or rather whom, Elsa, Merlin, and Hans were looking for, then she could benefit from tagging along.

After a quick trip back to her cabin in which she gathered supplies and stole a horse, she transported herself to a nearby clearing and started to follow her enemies. If she could still call them that.

When the group started being more on the lookout for Hero or her dog, Morgana had to fall back for a while and rely on her tracking. After a near miss with Gwaine, she didn't want to risk being seen. Luckily, Gwaine had assumed he'd made a mistake instead of trying to track her down. Morgana didn't know what she'd do if he'd found her. Killing him wasn't a good option, or even one she found pleasure in as Morgause might have. And if someone else caught her? Well, Morgana tried not to think about it. Meeting Elsa alone in the woods could probably become a nightmare almost as bad as her visions if she let it.

Sometimes she lost them for a while, taking her time retracing their steps and tracking them down again. The good thing about following behind was that most obstacles had already been pushed out of the way, leaving Morgana to find the leftover scorch marks, chunks of fur, and the occasional scrap of fabric or fallen weapon. It lulled her into a false sense of security which she regretted the moment she found herself caught in the vines.

"Release me," she ordered, calling on her magic to produce flames and aiming them at the attacking plants. She couldn't see her assailants, but she could feel their presence. Unfortunately, they might have more magic than she was capable of defeating on her own. Arthur's perfect mission squad would have no problems: with Merlin, Elsa, and Hans, they'd have made it out in no time.

"Morgana," a voice called out.

Morgana spun, tripping over more vines as she did so. "Who are you? What do you want?"

Laughter like bells circled around her, sounding close and then far away without ever showing a face.

"We wish for nothing but peace for ourselves, and to observe."

"Observe what?"

A small face attached to a body with wings appeared in front of her. Instantly Morgana snatched at it, but the vines held her too far back to even get close.

"You are kin to us, Morgana le fay. This is why we watch you. Like Emrys, you have a destiny. But yours is not so set in stone as his."

"Explain." Her voice came out more quietly than she intended. In her mind, it had been an order. Saying it, it became a request.

"If you follow the set path, Emrys will be your doom," they said. "But he doesn't have to be. You've already started to reveal another option."

"What —"

"Patience, my lady. We will explain."

Another winged figure appeared behind the first and continued the story. "Emrys, the most powerful Warlock to walk this earth, the one who calls himself Merlin,"

Morgana almost interrupted to explain how Merlin couldn't possibly be the most powerful anything to walk anywhere, but the presence of even more winged beings silenced her.

"He was destined to be your doom. You were to die at his hand. Because of the interruption of time, you have another chance. The one who led you astray has been taken, and you have the chance to redeem yourself and survive.

"And if I don't want to just survive?"

"You will make a path for yourself. Arendelle awaits. Camelot will wait for your return. You may come back with friends, or with enemies. That is for you to decide. But if Emrys is an enemy, you will die. That is inevitable."

Lights Morgana hadn't even noticed flickered out of existence, taking life and magic with them. The vines released her and she stumbled forward, catching herself on a tree. Her mind pulsed with information, or maybe it was just the remnant of unfamiliar magic.

Merlin's destiny to kill her repeated itself in her mind, over and over, the taste of bitter poison coating her mouth even though it was only a memory. She gulped down a few mouthfuls of water just to be rid of it. She could be rid of that destiny too, apparently. She only needed to make him her friend by the time they returned to Camelot. Would it be worth giving up on her quest? What about Morgause? Would it be better to live a short life as queen or a long one in which she could accomplish so much more?

Even more concerning, could she look all her old friends in the eye and admit that she'd been wrong?

Morgana glanced around the forest, looking for some lingering sign of magic. She saw nothing but a lone rabbit, so close that if she'd had a weapon she might've had a chance of catching it without a bow. One step, and it darted away. Morgana resumed traveling after Emrys and his crew alone, and was uncertain if she was following them to help or to stop them.

Eventually, she found herself following a magical calling instead of a group of people. When she stepped through the invisible wall, she shuddered. It felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and at the same time like someone had tried to boil her alive. She turned to test the barrier she'd walked through.

It stayed solid, and invisible.

Somehow, she guessed she'd gotten ahead. She'd arrived to Hero's little magic dome early, and she had no idea what to do about it.