Authors note: O.K second chapter up! I love everyone who reviews- they own a special piece of my heart. FLAMES are NEVER welcome! O.k then.
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, if I did, this would totally be on the show! I only own this plot, and the spells, which are utter and complete gibberish that sounded cool together.
I also don't own the song below.
I hold my breath as this life starts to take its toll
I hide behind a smile as this perfect plan unfolds
But oh, God, I feel I've been lied to
Lost all faith in the things I have achieved
And I
I've woken now to find myself
In the shadows of all I have created
-Away From Me
By Evanescence (Best band in the universe! Long live Amy Lee!)
Chapter 2: Defiance
Morgana
It was night. The sky was as dark as a cave deep underground when Morgana snuck along the halls of the old castle that belonged to Morgause. My half sister. Morgana remembered.
Flashback:
Morgana had joined the other sorceress for lunch that afternoon, spending most of her time trying not to think to deeply on what the Future Morgana had said about not trusting the same women sitting across from her now, as she did not want to seem suspicious. They had been making small talk for about an hour, the blonde sorceress poured her some water, almost tipping the goblet as she passed it to Morgana, Morgana took the goblet and drank to cool water, then, Morgause's eyes got serious.
"Morgana," she said staring to Morgana's emerald green eyes, "do you know the reason why I saved you?"
"I helped you, isn't that it?" She asked, wondering what Morgause was talking about.
"Morgana," Morgause said again, "do you know why, when we first met, you thought you knew me from somewhere?"
"No, why?" Morgana couldn't keep the curiosity out of her voice, no matter how much she disliked the women sitting across from her.
"Morgana, you, are my half sister. We are kin."
Morgana's eyes went wide. Kin? Do not trust Morgause. Her future self had warned, and now Morgana saw the reason why she had warned herself of that. She put on one of her dazzling smiles, pretending this was the most amazing piece of new she had ever heard.
And pretend is what she did, she pretended the rest of the entire day that Morgause was her savior and she was so lucky she was her sister, and that they would join together to end the lives of Uthur and Arthur, she had managed also to be as friendly to Mordred as she was before, even now knowing what the boy would accomplish years from now.
End of Flashback
That had brought her to the present time. Morgana walked swiftly and quietly down the halls, her soft leather boots making barely any noise. A large bag was slung across her back and a long black cloak hung at her shoulders. She wore a white shirt and black pants for she just couldn't wear one of her dresses for the journey. Her long raven black hair cascaded in ringlets down her back. Silently she crept out a pair of back doors in the castle and made her way towards the stables.
She was not alone. Morgana had already walked half the distance of the stables to her horse when a voice behind her stated,
"Going somewhere?"
Morgana whirled around, there, next to the door was Morgause, leaning against the wall casually, as if having a midnight chat with her half sister was the reason as to why she was here.
"Oh" said Morgana covering up her surprise in a matter of seconds, "I was just going to go for a short ride."
"You just woke up today," the other women said, stepping closer to Morgana, "You're still too weak to go off riding alone, and it's a little late in the night for that, isn't it?"
"I'm fine." Morgana insisted, "And really, I won't go far."
"Do you really think I can't tell when someone is lying to me?" Morgause shouted, "Do you think I didn't know you were hiding something? I gave you the Drought of Allegiances, a sort of test to see if you were really on my side, and you failed that test." "Now," she continued, "You will tell me the truth; where are you going?"
"That is no concern of yours." Morgana stated, remembering how Morgause had tipped the goblet. She must have snuck something in it. She thought
Morgause didn't reply. The sorceress merely closed her eyes. When she opened them, they blazed gold. Now she spoke. "Ect viar se ne da. Cra me sholla wayar!"
A strange sensation came over Morgana. She felt as though she was being burned with burning hot orange coals, yet frozen in a block of ice, the feeling washed over her, starting in her chest and flowing down to the tips of her fingers and the bottoms of her feet. Her head felt odd, everything was fuzzy, she suddenly could not feel anything and each sound was like it came to her from far away.
Morgause smiled, but it was not a kind smile, it was the kind of evil mirth. "So," she said, steel in her voice, "You will tell me; where are you going?"
The answer escaped Morgana before she could stop it, "To Camelot!" Instantly her emerald green eyes grew wide. Truth spell. She thought though the strange cloud her mind had become, she used a truth spell on me.
Morgause smiled grimly, but there was rage in her eyes. She continued, "Why are you going to go back?"
Once more the truth escaped her lips, she cried, "Arthur will be a good King, I don't want to be a part of his undoing, and I most certainly don't want to help you!" The part of her brain not taken over by Morgause's spell damned herself, damned herself and Morgause, What have I done. She thought, desperation sinking into her soul like a rock falling to the bottom of a pool.
"You have betrayed us all," Morgause said angrily, clenching her fists at her sides, "For this you must pay. Verain si allaa!" A bolt of sharp crackling energy raced towards Morgana from Morgause's outward stretched hand.
Morgana acted quickly enough, ducking out of the way as the lightning hit the wall next to her, making it burst in to flames. The horses whinnied, rearing up in their stalls, terror in their wide, dark eyes. On their own accord Morgana's eyes flashed gold, and the stall doors opened and the horses ran free trampling past her and towards the open doors which Morgause was standing in front of. For a few seconds the blond sorceress was lost amongst the brown, black, tan, white, and roan bodies of the horses.
When the horses cleared out of the way, lost to the night, Morgause was crouched on the ground, long golden locks strewn about her face and fury in her hard, cold, fiendish eyes. A wave of smoke washed in to Morganas face, she coughed, sputtering and blinking tears from her eyes, her throat burning. Morgause seized her chance, straightening up, her cruel eyes flashed gold, and an array of sharp tools, pitchforks among them, flew at Morgana.
Blinking the last of the smoke from her eyes Morgana saw the tools speeding towards her, she ducked, in a vain attempt to protect her stomach and heart.
For a split second, she felt nothing, vaguely she wondered if they had all missed her, then she felt hot, searing pain, down her arms and back. Morgana gasped, drawing the smoky air in to her lungs, not caring the fire raged all around her and that Morgause stood only a few paces away. She looked up just in time to see Morgause standing over her, a sphere of fire in her hands, Morgana rolled to the side as the flames hit the ground where she had been only a second before, singeing her shirt in the process. For a second time that night, her eyes flashed gold, and her dear half sister was flown across the room by an invisible force where she lay, utterly still.
Morgana stood up, wincing as the cuts on her arms a down her back screamed in protest. Cautiously, she walked over to Morgause, as the other seer might not really be… what was she? Unconscious or dead? That question made her move slowly towards the other women, heart beating wildly she looked down upon Morgause, the blond was breathing, but was defiantly unconscious.
I did this with magic, she thought, and now I must go back to a place where it could get me killed. But I won't be alone this time. She remembered, think of what else her Future Self had said, 'There you must find Emrys, he will help you.' But who is this Emrys? Does he have magic like me? If he does, is he going to teach me? Morgana would like that, her powers scared her, she had no control, to learn how to control them would be a blessing, but another thought nagged at her mind, How am I supposed to find him?
Morgana sighed, things were not going to be easy, but she'd figure them out. She pulled her bag on to her shoulders, but recoiled as it leaned against a gash down her back, so she carried it in her hands as she walked into the night.
Next Chapter: Journey of Pain
O.K. 2nd chappie finished and remember, Reviews are love.
