Sister, Morgaine
A "The Mists of Avalon"-Fanfiction by Anne
Sister. How have we come to this? Do you really hate me that much?
I cannot hate you. I know that now. Even when I realized your betrayal, even when your lover faced me with my sword in his hand, I could not hate you.
I hated him. I hated him for taking my place in your heart, hated him for being the king you had chosen, hated him for making you betray me. And so I killed him.
I know you will come. Will you finish what he could not? Will you kill me, sister?
I dreamed of you tonight. I was a child again, and you held me in your arms, singing me a lullaby.
You wear the face of the goddess to me. You have been everything to me – mother, sister, lover. Will you now be the harbinger of my death?
Sister – Morgaine. I love you. I always will.
Morgaine. Why did it come to this?
Yes, you're here. I can feel your presence even in my sleep. But I do not want to wake up. In my dreams, I can love you. I do not need to fear you.
What are you waiting for? Do it, Morgaine! I do not wish to live like this.
You cradle me in your arms. Am I the child, or am I the young man that came to you bloody from the hunt?
I wake up, and you're gone. Nothing tells that you've even been here. But Excalibur's scabbard has vanished. The scabbard you made for me, Morgaine. The last link that I had to you. The last proof that you cared.
Morgaine, sister. Is this all that is left for us?