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Chapter 5: Magic and Truth

Morgana

Merlin looked at her with surprise, having just realized she had heard him talking to her, thinking she was asleep. Morgana smiled, and said, "I'm sorry for putting you in the position to kill me."

Merlin still recovering from the shock, smiled in return, it was a nice smile that reached his eyes. Morgana had so many questions to ask him, she started off with, "If you knew I was allied with Morgause, why did you heal me? Why save my life?"

Merlin thought for a second, two seconds, three, finally he sighed, "I don't know," he said, "maybe I thought you had changed your mind, maybe because I was guilty for thinking I killed you." Suddenly Morgana saw him tense up, his eyes becoming suspicious and guarded, "Are you still Morgause's ally?" he asked.

Morgana shuddered, remembering what Morgause did to her. "No," she said, shakily "I will never go back to her either, she was the one who tried to kill me."

Merlin's face was still and blank, He doesn't know if he can believe me. She thought, he doesn't know if he can trust me.

"You have to trust me, Merlin!" Morgana pleaded, "Please!" tears sprung up into her eyes, threating to leak onto her cheeks.

"I don't know if I can." He said quietly. "I want believe you, really I do, but-"

"You just don't know if you can trust me?" Morgana finished for him. Merlin hung his head. Right.

They sat in silence for a few minutes until Merlin sighed, "I have to go." he said, "I have to do chores. I'll be back later today." Then he slowly stood up, walking over to where Morgana still sat. He set a package on the ground next to her. She looked up into his face looking and into his beautiful blue eyes. Wait, beautiful? Did she just think that? She pushed it to the back of her mind, as Merlin stared into her own green orbs.

"I have to go." Merlin muttered after what could have only been a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity to Morgana. Quickly he stood up and walked away, leaving Morgana staring after him until he disappeared from view.

A few minutes went by, Morgana staring off to the space when Merlin had walked away until finally her senses came to her and she got up slowly, brushing dust from her plain green dress. Then she got to work, first she opened the package Merlin had left, taking out not only food and water, but also blankets, candles, and her own green cloak from the castle, how Merlin had gotten it she wasn't sure, but she was grateful, for the cloak she had worn on her journey was now reduced to tatters.

After eating she took the blankets and set about arranging a bed, once done with this task she looked at her handiwork and sighed. It was more of a blob then a bed, no doubt Gwen could do a hundred times better.

Gwen. Morgana sighed, she missed her friend, she felt bad how she had snapped at her the last couple of days she was in Camelot, she wondered what she did now, hopefully she still had a job.

Searching around Morgana found the shirt and pants she had worn during her flight from Morgause, then she proceed to walk down from the cave to the river that gurgled past at a leisurely pace. She washed her cloths then hung them out to dry, then Morgana took off her dress and plunged into the river, washing herself of all the dirt that clung to her skin and combing leaves and other debris out of her hair. Then she climbed out, pulling on her dress and walked back to the cave.

M&MM&M

Midnight had come and gone, and yet Merlin had not come yet. Morgana wished he would come, her arm hurt terribly, like someone had stabbed the wound again, and she felt lightheaded, and sick. She felt hopelessly cold; no amount of blankets could warm her. She could feel herself spinning off into unconsciousness as her green eyes flickered closed.

Merlin

Merlin raced through the woods, occasionally tripping over a rock or tree root. He had to get to Morgana. He knew he was late, Gaius just wouldn't fall asleep it seemed. But finally the physician had dozed off, and Merlin had raced out of the castle and into the warm summer air.

When he reached the cave Merlin quickly ran to the top, only to freeze in his tracks.

Morgana. Morgana was in a far corner, and all the blankets Merlin had given her were pulled around her, even though the night was warm. Merlin quickly ran over to her, using magic to light the candles he had brought Morgana earlier.

Morgana was so pale, except her cheeks, which were flushed bright red. Merlin felt her forehead, she was hot with fever. Merlin took away the blankets, and picked up her bandaged arm. Fresh blood has soaked the bindings. Hurriedly he pulled them away.

Her arm was horribly infected. Worse from when he had found Morgana in the woods. The gash was black and deep purple, blood leaked out it like a stream. Infection, he could tell had started to take over her body, at a pace far too quickly to be natural. It was time to find out what had happened to her.

Merlin had learned a spell to reach into a person's mind, and it was time to use it. He placed his hands on the sides of Morganas fever-heated head, then muttered, "dres se va lena kry gwier"

Then he let himself be overcome by Morganas memories. The memories went by quickly in flickers but he understood them as easy as if they were his own past.

He saw Morgana in a strange room tossing and turning in a large bed, then he was in her dream watching Camelot fall and rise again more powerful than before, then again as it fell to Mordred, Morgause, and Morgana .The dream ended there and he saw her wake up, sadness, anger, and wanting? in her eyes. He couldn't be sure because the images were flicking by too fast. He saw Morgause saying she was Morganas half sister, and then Morgana sneaking out of Morgause's castle at night, Morgause stopping her and putting a truth spell on her, Morgana claiming Arthur will be the greatest King the world will ever know. The two sisters fighting each other. Morgana getting wounded. Her journey here and finally when he found her in the woods.

Merlin pulled away, gasping, feeling as though he surfaced from a deep lake. Morgana was truly on his side, there was no doubt about it. He heard a strangled cry from Morgana; she opened her eyes halfway, looking at him, "Merlin." She whispered her voice barely loud enough to catch. "Dying." She murmured, "I'm dying, aren't I?" she chuckled weakly, "I always thought I would die of old age, in a warm room, knitting or something incredibly stupid like that."

"Shhh." Merlin whispered gently, taking one of her hands in his own, "Don't use up your strength."

"But I am dying, I know it, I feel it."

"Don't talk like that. Please Morgana, I believe you, I trust you. I trust you enough to let you know why I never told a soul about your gift, why I knew you were the source of the enchantments of the Knights of Midir. Why you aren't going to die."

Slowly, Merlin placed the hand that wasn't holding Morganas hand on the infected wound. Morgana gasped in pain, but Merlin paid no attention. He whispered, "heratla et ingelan." He heard Morgana gasp in shock, but the spell didn't take hold, he had never tried healing spells, especially at this level. But he couldn't give up. Again he said, no longer in a whisper, "heratla et ingelan." The spell still was not taking effect. Louder, he repeated the spell. Nothing. He tried again, but to the same result. He could feel Morgana slipping away now, her eyes were flickering closed and her breathing was shallow. Finally, Merlin, with the full extent of his magic, roared, "HERATLA ET INGELAN!"

He felt the magic pouring out of him and into Morgana; he felt her breathing return to normal, and all her injuries healing. Then his vision was filled with bright, white light, and he passed out.

Morgana

She had been dying, but the next thing she knew, she was fully healed and perfectly healthy, but she only thought about one thing: She had known what she had seen, and what she had seen was proof enough to say: Merlin was a sorcerer.

Next Chapter: The Truth of Emrys

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