Authors Note: O.K this would not leave me alone forever! This is the Fanfic I was born to write! I am very proud of this story idea and I would be honored if you reviewed!

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, if I did this story would totally be on the show.

Morgana

Far from Camelot, in a castle owned by Morgause, her half sister, Morgana tossed and turned in a large bed. Sweat covered her entirely, soaking though the sheets. Her breathing was rough and ragged. She screamed, and the sound filled the large room.

Poison seared though her veins. Morgause had saved her when she was at death's door, but not even her powerful magic could heal her sister now. It was the small remainder of the poison that Morgana had to fight on her own, finding strength to purge her blood of the deadly toxin, but the chances of that happening were slim, Morgana was very, very weak. She probably wouldn't survive the next night.

When Morgana screamed again, no sound escaped her lips, if she was conscious her lungs would have felt like they were on fire. Her arm, seemingly with a mind of its own, jerked to the side and the magic bracelet Morgause had given her was thrown off, clattering across the stone floor.

And for the first time in weeks Morgana was subject to her future seeing visions that came in the form of nightmares.

Suddenly she was home, back in Camelot. It had changed so much though. The whole city was turned to little more then rubble, the great stone walls, the shops, the houses were burnt and smeared with ash. What was once her home had been destroyed.

Morgana could recognize magic anywhere.

See saw a figure among the mass of stone and wood. She recognized Arthur, a crown was on his head. He was king now, although he didn't seem that much older from when she had last seen him, maybe five or six years had passed. His blue eyes were much older, as if they belonged to a man at least thirty years older then he, a sign that said he had seen so much more then most have in his youth.

Morgana saw another figure walk over to Arthur and her blood ran cold with searing hate.

Merlin.

"You're King now." Merlin said, not a question, just stating a fact. Morgana wondered what he meant by saying that.

"I know that." Arthur said, sounding defeated.

"You can fix this. Make things right again so that the balance of the world can be restored." Arthur looked up. Slowly he nodded.

"You're right," he said, "we can't waste anymore time. It's time to fix what my father laid to waste."

The scene shifted.

What happened next Morgana would never forget. She watched dumbfounded as Arthur announced that magic was no longer a crime, and it was welcome in the land once again.

The scene shifted once again.

Morgana stood among the wreckage that was Camelot once more, but she saw as one by one the walls were being repaired. Sorcerers and sorceresses stood scattered everywhere, fixing the city. She saw Arthur standing with them overseeing the construction. He was talking to a sorceress. Morgana's breath caught. He was talking to her.

The future Morgana was smiling, and the bags under her eyes inflicted by her nightmares were gone. Morgana walked up to her, staring at what she would become. She wanted that future. She wanted that so much. it Future Morgana turned to her. Her own green eyes stared into her, boring into her soul. She spoke, Arthur forgoten.

"We could have had this life. But you chose your future, one of evil. I'm sorry, but we can never be a part of this."

Morgana could feel herself slipping away, she was getting farther and farther away, her future self was disappearing along with Camelot.

"Wait!" She cried out. But it was too late.

The scene shifted once again.

She stood on a battle field. The corpses of soldiers and knights lay about, broken and so very, very dead. She was not alone either. Morgana saw a woman sprinting across the field, picking up her skirts as she ran, Morgana's heart leapt as she recognized her. Gwen. She watched as her former hand maid franticly looked among the dead, Morgana had a desire to help, but had no idea who she was looking for.

She heard a wail and ran over to Gwen. She was crouched by a body, overcome with grief. Morgana looked at the man and her blood went cold. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked upon the dead body Arthur Pendragon.

Suddenly her future self appeared in front of Morgana.

"This is our doing." She said with no emotion in her voice or upon her face.

"What do you mean?" Morgana asked "How is this my fault!"

"We told the other sorcerers all they needed to know how defeat Arthur. We supplied all the information, but it was Mordred who gave the final blow"

"But he's just a boy!" Morgana protested..

"A boy that has killed the king."

"NO!" Morgana was desperate now, this couldn't be the future that was destined to be. It couldn't end like this.

"This all happened because we joined Morgause, if we had never had any contact with the Druids and never agreed to help them, the future would have been always happy, always bright, and everyone would of lived with no fear, and no hunger." Future Morgana said, "But what I have shown you has happened, and I don't like it, the bloodshed and grief, and it's our fault, and its up to you to fix it now before its too late. You must do this if you ever hope to live in a beautiful future. Return to the forests that surround Camelot, whatever the cost. There you must find Emrys, he will help you. And whatever the you do, do not trust Morgause."

Then with a flash of gold light she was gone.

And for the first time in what seemed like eternity, Morgana opened her eyes. The poison was gone from her blood. She had finally fought it off and she had one thought on her mind: she must return to Camelot.

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