Hi guys. Today I bring the chapter 5. Morgana's thoughts! By the moment, this is in my opinion the best chapter I've written in this story. If you like Mergana, this is your chapter. I hope you like it. Enjoy.
I'm not own from Merlin.
For Morgana, the trip was calm and joyful. They crossed the peripheral forests of Camelot, going to the Forest of Ascetir to the east, without any inconvenience. In fact, there were even laughter and singing on the trip. Everyone was happy and calm. All but one: Merlin.
Merlin. The funny, happy, and cheerful boy who even in the saddest moments brought joy. He who gave a smile, and with it, the humor of even the bitterest like Arthur could improve extraordinarily. He whose smile illuminated all around him, being able to give light even in a dark and dim cave. He whose contagious laughter changed the rhythm of a person's days, climate, and condition suddenly and miraculously. The one whose jokes, sometimes even stupid, made at least a smile come out and made the days less hard and brighter.
But not that day. Merlin was gone that day. He wasn't really there. That Merlin wasn't the one she knew. This new Merlin, who was not comfortable at the moment, had his head down, lost gaze, and serious and concerned expression. He never spoke, never smiled, never laughed, never anything. He never looked anywhere but the horse's mane. He never turned his eyes, he never looked at them. He never reacted to laughter or jokes. He never was unmoved in answering. Merlin just wasn't there. And so, the day it seemed to be sunny, it didn't seem so bright anymore. Thus, with that Merlin, the day was not sunny but rainy with large clouds lurking storm.
Morgana didn't know what was wrong with Merlin. Yes, it's true that they were going to see the Last Dragon Lord, but that didn't exactly mean danger, did it? Wasn't it a good idea to go there? If there was something she had learned, it was that, even if it apparently seemed, Merlin was no fool. In fact, he was really smart and cunning. He knew what was coming. He knew how to act without screwing up. He knew how to help. He knew what to do, when, and how. He knew how to do everything. He could be a klutzy, clumsy person, but he wasn't stupid, as Arthur always thought. And he knew it more than anyone. Merlin was always there with him, normal to realize how valuable Merlin could be, even as a servant. Without him, Arthur would already be dead the first day Merlin came to Camelot.
But Morgana now did care about it. As they prepared to dine at the sun's fall, Morgana realized that she now looked like Merlin: porridge head, lost look, and worried expression. If Merlin was in such a mood, it wasn't nonsense. That was more than certain. When Merlin was behaving like that, it was about something. That's what worried her.
Again, she had a feeling Merlin knew more than he was talking. In fact, suddenly a word to describe Merlin at that moment came to mind, not knowing why: wise. Yes, he really seemed wise at the time. She could see in his eyes more than the innocence she always thought he had. She could see that those eyes showed many things from his past, and they did not seem good or pleasant. She was also able to see something... something that was hard to scrutinize. It looked like he was carrying a heavy burden on those eyes. A heavy and apparently important load. Without a doubt, those blue eyes were extraordinarily interesting, curious, and beautiful. Wait, did she just say beautiful? Yes, now that she thought about it, they were really beautiful. Those blue eyes, so bright, they seemed to look beyond the outside. They could see more things than there was outward. In the light of the fire, they had a bright black color. Very strange.
Morgana narrowed her eyes and came a little closer so she could see a little more of him. Not only his eyes were beautiful, but all his features. So thin and delicate, perfectly molded... It was at that moment that Merlin raised his head and his eyes, looking through her as they always seemed to do, looked directly at Morgana.
Morgana, embarrassed, lowered her head so that she would not be evaluated by those eyes that seemed to see her inside, her thoughts, her soul. Fortunately, it was dark and so no one could see how red she had turned.
She didn't know what was going on, but there was something in Merlin. Something about him that she still couldn't identify. Something that made him interesting and curious. Something to approach him for.
Well, that is it. I really like this chapter. I'd like to know what do you think about this chapter. If it is a grammatical error, how could I improve, what do you think about the thought of every character... You know, those things. I will be very pleasant if you do it. Thanks for everything, and see you next time.
Next chapter: Arthur's perspective. What is going on with Merlin, and then Morgana?
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