A/N: k then! Third chappie! Yay! It's a little shorter than the last one, that one had to the longest chapter I ever wrote. Any who, enjoy and review! FLAMES ARE UNACEPTIBLE!
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, if I did, well, you know what I'd do:)
Morgana
The sun hung bright in the sky, yet Morgana had not stopped to rest since she had left Morgause unconscious in the stables. She feared that if she stopped, the blond would catch up with her and put an end to her life, as she was positive she wouldn't be able to fight her half sister off a second time. Slowly Morgana walked towards Camelot, every so often taking out the map she had brought with her in her bag, or to eat some of her provisions.
Every time she took another step, every time she moved, her body screamed in pain, she had not had time to clean or bind her wounds Morgause had given her. The cuts had stopped bleeding a while ago, but they were an awful and disgusting color, and every time they brushed against something, hot pain raced through her, as if the wounds were being reopened, but every time she checked, they were covered by an ugly yellow like colored scab.
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As the sun began to sink below the horizon, Morgana was stumbling though the underbrush, fatigue and pain had worn her though for hours. Slowly she sunk to the forest floor, curled up, and was fast asleep.
And she succumbed to her visions.
She was still surrounded by the forest, but she recognized where she was instantly. She was standing on the shore of the lake close to Camelot. A great feeling of happiness washed over her. She was home.
She got the feeling she was being watched, the sense that told you are not as alone as you thought.
Morgana spun around to see a figure in a black cloak behind her, the hood pulled across their face.
"Who are you?" she asked, taking a step closer, for some reason she was not afraid of this mysterious man in front of her, he had a certain air of trust about him.
"My name is Emrys, Lady Morgana." He said bowing to her.
Emrys.Morgana thought, didn't my Future Self mention something about a Emrys? She thought back to her dream- There you must find Emrys, he will help you.
Could this be the Emrys I'm supposed to find? Morgana wondered. Instantly she scoffed at the thought. Of course it is, how many people could be named that?
"How do you know who I am?" Morgana asked. For she looked nothing like the Lady she normally was, her hair was matted and fell wildly around her face, she wore a thick, black cloak with black pants and a white blood stained shirt. Very lady-like.
"We may have, ah, met before." He said, looking towards the ground. If anything he looked awkward. And Morgana thought she did know who this man was, from somewhere that she could not put her finger on, his voice was very, familiar, but she couldn't think of the face that matched.
"Where have we met?" Morgana asked. "Because you seem very familiar."
Emrys laughed. "You will know when the time comes."
Then he vanished in to the night.
Morgana woke with a start.
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That was days ago. For how long she had been traveling Morgana couldn't begin to remember. She was in constant pain also; her wounds were starting to take on either a black or dark purple color. Morgana was no physician, but she was sure that that was not a good sign.
She had taken to sleeping again, and every night her dreams involved Emrys, she still couldn't place where she had met him before.
One morning when she awoke, she was just too tired to stand, or even move, for that matter. She was freezing cold. She shivered, burying herself into the foliage. Her gashes on her arms and back stung and burned. She gasped with pain, tears in her eyes.
Suddenly she was in and entirely different place.
She lay in Camelot's great hall.
No one was in sight, the large room that normally had at least some people in it was utterly disserted, yet torches blazed all around, and candles floated in midair around her head. Morgana could almost grimace, remembering the last time she was in this same room.
Then, she was not alone.
Emrys was kneeling at her side, face hidden as usual. "My lady," he said concern in his voice, "You'll be alright. I promise you that."
Then he was gone.
Morgana screamed.
Merlin
Merlin woke with a start. He had the strangest dream, Morgana… instantly guilt stabbed at him, he hadn't wanted to kill her, but the lives of so many were at stake, it was the only thing he could do. Secretly, he wished she was still alive somewhere. But that was a very stupid, stupid, thing to wish. Even if she indeed was alive, she was most likely evil. No, it was best she stayed dead, as much as that killed him to think it.
Merlin sighed; everything was so much easier when the only enemies he had to face were evil, and not used by evil, like Morgana. Slowly he got out of bed and got dressed, then went down the stairs into Gaius's chambers.
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After a hurried breakfast, Merlin went to get Arthur his breakfast, he was halfway to the door, however, when Gaius called after him, "Merlin, after you get Arthur his breakfast, I need you to get these herbs for me." he said handing Merlin a list of the plants, along with descriptions of them. Merlin groaned, more work added to the already long list.
On his way to the kitchens, Merlin walked past Gwen, who cheerfully called out, "Good morning Merlin." Merlin grinned, "Morning Gwen, can you please do one little favor for me?"
After Gwen had walked towards the kitchens to get Arthurs breakfast, Merlin ran down the halls and out the doors of the castle.
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What in the world does "Jewel weed" look like? Merlin wondered, searching the ground around him. This paper says it's found near poison ivy, but where is the poison ivy? I don't see any.
A scream pierced though the air.
Merlin quickly ran toward it, fighting though the underbrush.
The source was not what he expected it to be at all.
The Lady Morgana, covered in dirt and blood, collapsed on the forest floor. Her normal porcelain white face was flushed red. Merlin put a hand on her forehead, her skin was burning hot. He didn't know what to do. She might be still working with Morgause, this could be a trick. He looked at all the blood. Merlin shook his head, no; this didn't look like the work of magic.
He had to help her.
Next chapter: Healing and Forgiveness
Hehehehe I am soooooo evil! Cliffhanger of doom! Do you know what I'll do? The more reviews I get the faster I'll write the next chapter. but i just started school, and I'm already drowning in homework, so they will be less frequent chappies!
Also like Morgana, I am not a Physician, the only knowledge of infection comes from a very nasty Google search. and in case you care, Jewel Weed is an herb to cure poison ivy, I have some in my backyard, but never tested it.
And please NO FLAMES! If you give a flame I will hunt you down with a pack of wolves and when we find you, I'll tie hamburgers to you and set said wolves after you. LALALALALALA!
