Prophecy:

Disclaimer: I don't own 'Merlin'.

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Morgana sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for air. She was aware, dimly, of Guinevere's presence; of her maidservant's soothing voice and gentle hands as she pulled her mistress into an embrace, but the terrifying images from her vision still danced before her eyes.

"Morgana?" She blinked, and the apparitions disappeared. She looked up into Gwen's kind, tired brown eyes, her own eyes wide with fear. Guinevere often stayed in her chambers for the night, so that she would be there to comfort her mistress if she had another of the nightmares she was so prone to. Morgana had protested against this, urging Gwen to go back to her own home to get a proper night's rest, but the maidservant had stubbornly refused, and Morgana was always grateful for her calming presence.

Morgana's lips trembled as she stared into her friend's worried face, and she opened her mouth to speak, to try to explain what she had seen.

"I… I saw…" Gwen hushed her, smoothing her friend's tangled black curls away from her pale forehead.

"No!" Morgana's eyes blazed determinedly within the pale oval of skin. She took a deep, shuddering breath and tried again.

"I saw Arthur", she whispered. "He was here, in the palace – in his chambers. There was a man, he…" her chest heaved as she tried to remember the details of her horrible dream. "He threw a dagger at Arthur…"

"Shh." Gwen looked her friend in the eyes. "Arthur is safe. It was just a dream, Morgana." Morgana shook her head.

"Merlin jumped in front of him", she whispered. "He pushed Arthur out of the way, and he took the dagger for him."

She stared at her maidservant with eyes that implored her to believe her story. "It wasn't a dream, Guinevere. Merlin was dying."

Gwen stared at her, too stunned to move. But how could it have been anything but a dream? Surely there was no possibility of the events her mistress had described actually taking place. It was nothing more than a dream, she knew that, but so many of Morgana's dreams had begun to come true over the years she found it difficult to doubt the truth of the Lady's words. Yet how could Merlin be dying? Merlin – the Prince's kind, thoughtful new manservant who was not afraid to speak his mind to Arthur and who never failed to make her smile. It couldn't be true, she told herself firmly as she tucked the sheets around Morgana, singing her back to sleep.

This time, it was just a dream. Nothing more.

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Thanks for reading! I'm sorry it's been such a long time since I've posted. Life has been keeping me very busy, what with school, full-time ballet, working, etc. But I found a lot of stories that I wrote some time ago and hadn't posted, so I will be posting some of these and hopefully some new material soon!

Camelotpointe x