A/N: Sorry! Sort of important note (that I'll also be putting in tomorrow's chapter as I'm editing this in later than it was posted). I've been made aware that the author Phantom's Ange, who had originally plagiarized my Doctor Who story, the Hidden Lady of Time, in her Rebel Companion story, has, once again, plagiarized me in the revision to Rebel, Hope's Light. I was contacted about her lastest chapter for the episode 42, and made aware that she had not revised it at all from how she originally posted it, save making an OC more present and changing the end scene slightly, and that a majority of the chapter was word for word identical to mine :(

I take plagiarism very seriously and checked into it. I've had issues with this author through most of last year and had sworn not to look at her revision (for the sake of my own sanity) unless it was brought to my attention by readers that plagiarism was happening. I haven't looked...and then it was brought to my attention :( I checked and there are very large portions that belong to me, discounting dialogue, a majority of description and action were taken from my story. I have side-by-side comparison proof on my tumblr (link on profile), it is the most recent entry in my 'Plagiarizers' page.

I hate to do this, I really do, but I would like to request your help in reporting the chapter and author to the site. It was brought to my attention that she, a few years ago, had plagiarized a LotR story (when she wrote as the username 'Shero'), something I was unaware of when she plagiarized me. I gave her the chance to edit, I tried not to nitpick the 'how someone speaks' (replied/says/nodded) but it was brought to my attention that the chapter in question is NOT in the style the author normally writes in but in mine. It has led me to believe she has not been revising her story as promised and I have posted the proof for anyone to see in screencaps of both stories on my tumblr if you wished to check first or you can feel free to compare the chapters yourself, I believe the plagiarism is noticable about 1/3 or 1/4 through her chapter.

I do hate to ask, but I need your help. This has gone on a year and there is now plagiarism appearing in the revised verison of her first story as well :(

Thank you :(

~8~

Sight

Marayna and Gwen sat in Morgana's rooms, watching as the noblewoman paced back and forth before them, Merlin trailing after her, trying to calm her down. She and Gwen were off to the side, her with Arthur's chainmail on her lap as she polished it, Gwen with one of Morgana's dresses that she was mending, both of them silent and turning their heads back and forth to watch the two pacing. It had only been a week since Tom had died and, while they didn't bring it up unless Gwen did first, they could tell that was the reason for Morgana's pacing. Ever since it happened she'd gotten tenser, slept less, paced more, snapped at Arthur…though that one was more normal than her other actions…but Merlin claimed that she was snapping more than normal.

It had made Marayna question how he knew how often Morgana snapped at Arthur, which made Merlin blush and stuttered that he had no idea. Marayna knew of course, that he'd been watching the interactions between Morgana and Arthur through the time they'd been in Camelot, whether to just gaze at Morgana or narrow his eyes at Arthur (before he and Morgana had confessed how they felt) she wasn't sure, but it was the same thing to her. It was just her brother being in love.

And if he was right, then everything was still bothering Morgana. Marayna wasn't sure if it was entirely Tom's death that was alarming her or what she'd had to do to Uther, what she'd had to make others believe in doing what she had. But the guilt in Morgana's eyes whenever she looked at them, at GWEN, was enough to reassure her Morgana had no qualms with what she'd done to Uther at all. It was Gwen the woman was worried about. They suspected that Morgana perhaps felt responsible for Tom's death, having been the one to slip him the key he'd used to escape. They'd both tried to talk to Morgana about it at different times, to reassure her that Gwen didn't blame her, that Gwen had been in agreement with the plan to get him the key, and that it was NOT her fault Tom had been caught. If it hadn't been her it would have been one of them giving the man his freedom from the cell. Each situation seemed likely to lead to the same event though.

They knew though, that the only way to get Morgana to calm down, was to have Gwen and her talk about it.

"I'm sorry," Morgana spun around, mid-pace, nearly leaving Merlin to run into her side as she faced Gwen, "I'm so sorry Gwen, it's all my fault."

Marayna had to smile just the tiniest bit at that, it had taken her and Merlin ages of trying to subtly get Morgana to just…talk to Gwen about it, no matter how much it might hurt Gwen for her to bring it up, they both needed closure about Morgana's involvement. Morgana kept saying that she couldn't bring it up, it was too soon, it would upset Gwen, she wanted her to begin to heal…but they all knew that Gwen would notice Morgana's tension and worry about her. Gwen was a clever girl, she'd make the connection to her father and every time she saw Morgana like that it would only remind her of what she'd lost.

It seemed Morgana had finally realized that she was just hurting Gwen more by dragging it out. The two women were close, as close as sisters even if not for the ridiculous societal standard of mistress and servant. But in close quarters, with just their most important friends, they could ignore their stations and be the friends they'd always been. And that was why it was so painful for both girls, both were so hurt by what happened to Tom, both were trying to help the other cope with their loss and guilt, but both just seemed to miss how to do it.

"Morgana," Gwen shook her head, "It wasn't your fault, we all agreed that a key would be best and…"

"No," Morgana cut in lightly, "I'm sorry for…" she sighed, "I'm sorry I didn't 'see' it," she told Gwen, her voice dropping to a low whisper at the mention of her gifts. Even though she was around them, she knew that there was NEVER a safe time to speak of magic within the walls of Camelot, "I'm sorry I didn't warn you earlier. If I'd just…had a nightmare or something about it I could have saved him."

They looked at Morgana with sad smiles on their faces at her words. Merlin's though was just a tiny bit proud. Morgana, at first, had been torn between accepting her magic and being terrified of it, leaning more towards terror than anything. She'd been so scared it was a sign she was evil, that she'd become corrupt for having such power at her control. Even after she'd healed Mordred, he knew there was still a tiny lingering fear, knowing she could easily end Uther's life with magic probably hadn't helped during Tom's death. But there she was, trying to look at the good her magic could offer.

He knew that, when she hadn't known what her dreams really were, when she hadn't known they were visions of the future, she'd tried to disregard them, ignore them, bury them, even prevent them. She had been so scared when they started coming true, thinking it a sign there was something wrong...or even evil...about her and what she could do. She had seen so many terrible outcomes and hadn't wanted to think on them, hadn't known what they could mean. But now that she knew, she WANTED them to happen.

Unfortunately she didn't seem to have control over when she got them or how or what she saw.

"I wish I knew how to get one," Morgana moved to kneel before Gwen, "I wish I had more control, I could have looked out for Tom more if I had. And for that, I am so sorry Gwen."

"It's still not your fault my Lady," Gwen reached out to take Morgana's hand, "You only just learned what you could do a short while ago, and you did all you could for my father," she smiled despite feeling tears in her eyes, "I do not blame you for not having control either. This is Camelot, you can't exactly practice your…talents easily."

"I wouldn't even know where to start practicing," she added.

"Nor do we," Merlin sighed, moving to lean against the bedpost, crossing his arms, "Gaius hasn't met many Seers, he doesn't know how to train you."

Marayna looked down at that, thinking a moment before she grinned, "But I think I might," she cheered, standing and rushing to Merlin, "Finish this for me!" she half-asked, half-requested as she ran for the doors.

"Oi, Aya!" Merlin frowned, "Where are you going?"

"I just…need to check something," she smiled at him, walking backwards towards the door, "I'll be back soon Merlin, don't worry, and…when I do, I might just have a way to help you Morgana," she winked at them and spun on her heel, rushing out of the room.

~8~

She didn't know why they hadn't thought of this sooner, the Dragon!

She'd once told Gaius that, if anything ever happened to him by way of enchantment they would be left rather in the dark as to what to do to help stop an enemy or fight a magical creature. It had been why she'd given him the amulet she'd been working on, it had protected him from Gretchen's spells, or she liked to think it had. There would have been no point to go after Merlin, Morgana, Gwen, and Arthur but not her uncle as well. Still, it wasn't entirely true, there was always the Dragon, he'd helped them quite a few times in the past, once or twice he hadn't even realized he had.

She'd gotten a bit better at talking to it, at sort of…tricking it. Her mother had always said she was a good judge of character, she could always tell when someone was lying or just knew what they were like. It was beneficial in dealing with nobles as it helped her gauge what they were like, what their limits were, what she might be able to get away with. She never would have punched Arthur the first time she'd been in Camelot if she hadn't felt that it would shock him so much that he wouldn't retaliate. She would never quip like she rarely did with Uther if she didn't think he'd be more…slightly amused by her cheek than offended. She could sometimes guess what a person needed to hear to be swayed, she just liked to think she was observant.

She had spent a lot of time with the Dragon, visiting it, talking to it, just…listening to its stories. She knew what the Dragon was like, what his vices and virtues were, the things that he was eager to talk about and the things to keep away from. She had managed to, once or twice, worm information out of him by phrasing her question as more one of interest or steer a conversation towards a specific topic so that she could find out what she wanted to know without the dragon thinking she was just using him for information.

It was probably deceptive and tricky…but the Dragon deserved it for being so cryptic every other time!

"Hello young witch," the Dragon greeted as he saw her enter his den.

She rolled her eyes, "You know you CAN just call me Marayna, well Rayna, that seems to be the one most prefer."

The Dragon chuckled, well aware of the two or three other names she was called by only 3 other men, each of whom would fight another to the death for calling her by their nicknames. Not truly to the death, he knew, but they were all rather fond of being the only ones to call her such names.

"What is the purpose of this visit?" he crossed his front talons and leaned in.

"There was something I was curious about…" she began, picking her words carefully, "You said that there were shifts in destiny when Merlin and I were born, that you saw the future of Camelot."

"That I did," he nodded.

"How?" she shook her head, "How do you do it?" she made sure to make herself sound a bit awed at that, if just to appeal to the dragon's vain nature, "Was it something all dragons could do or did you have to practice at it? How do you even learn something like that? It's not like saying a spell."

The Dragon chuckled, "It is an innate ability all dragons possess, yes. But we DO have to educate ourselves in our skills should we wish to see more than just the enormous changes in the fate of others."

"And how do you do that? What, do Dragons have a school or something?"

"No," the Dragon smiled, turning his head to look at her, "It is a knowledge and a lesson passed down from generation to generation. A lesson found in nature itself."

Marayna blinked, "I don't think the birds and the fish can see the future."

"Not in that aspect of nature. The key to the future can be found in that which makes up our world."

She sighed, he was going to be cryptic again wasn't he?

"It are the elements that allow us to look into the future and to see what we do."

She blinked, "But you're not made of water or fire," she shook her head, before realizing what she'd said and who she'd said it to, "I mean, you ARE fire but I don't quite understand…"

"The gift of sight is just that, young witch, a gift. It is a natural ability one possesses since birth, it needed only be honed and strengthened through practice. This is where the elements come to play."

"The elements are tools then?" she guessed.

He nodded, "Each element offers a new way to see the future, a clearer way, and yet each method is harder to learn than the last."

"So how do you start? What's the easiest element to use?"

"Air," he began, "Air is where all life begins, with our first intake of breath as an infant, to our last, air is abundant, it is all around us. Air is the representation of calm, of our natural state. It exists and is unchanging. When learning to use air, one learns to meditate, to focus their breathing, to feel the air around them, to be as relaxed as it is. Visions will come to one who manages such a state."

Marayna nodded, that actually made sense! And it explained exactly why Morgana had so many nightmares yet no visions while she was awake. When she was asleep, her body was relaxed, her breathing even and deep, her mind drifting. She was truly at one with the air around her, her mind open, as she dreamed. And as she dreamed, the visions just came to her. When she was awake and moving, with her mind active and frantic, it was not conducive to having visions like when she was asleep.

Essentially, the first step for Morgana would be to meditate to let the visions come to her while she was still awake. But that didn't seem to really help her focus, did it? Meditation would calm her enough to have a vision, but with her mind so relaxed and open, it had to be hard to specify or focus on what you wanted to see.

"After air, come water," the Dragon continued, "Water is the physical manifestation of air, fluid, moving, yet peaceful and calm at times. It is clear, it is solid, and if it is pure enough, can act as a mirror through which the future can be seen. Water reflects life, it reflects the future as well."

Water was essentially like meditating then, except looking into a reflective surface rather than nothing at all. She imagined the water would have t be very calm, like that sitting in a bowl or a glass. If the Dragon was to be believed and water was meant to be reflective of the future, well, she couldn't help but think that those particular vision wouldn't be quite clear, or at least would be very general in nature. Mirrors, while they showed you yourself, could show you others too, they showed you everything around it.

"Earth comes next," the Dragon picked up.

"How?" Marayna frowned, "Do you stare a tree or something? Does the future appear in the lines of the bark?"

The Dragon let out a small chuckle at that, "It can appear in crystal," he corrected, "In pure crystal the closest future can be seen. It allows the visions to be focused, to see what one wishes to see, the crystal itself both magnifying the power of the person using it, while also shattering the vision itself."

"Visions can be shattered?"

"It…scatters the images," he amended, "It disjoints them. For every cut of the crystal, a moment of the future plays. It is difficult to master the art of scrying with crystal, one is never to see a clear vision."

It reminded her of prisms, when she thought of it like that. She and Merlin had found one or two natural crystal prisms when they'd been younger. They would hang the crystals in the windows of their home and watch as the sun drifted down, casting light into the window, making speckles of rainbows appear. She knew that crystal did that, no matter who hard you cut or smoothed, there were many facets of a crystal, which would make for any sides of a vision.

"Fire's last then," she remarked.

The Dragon nodded, "Yes. Fire is the most accurate tool one can use to determine the future, it is fierce, strong, true. It burns away the falsehood, allowing only the future to be seen. It is difficult to master as well, to look into the every changing flames and see the vision within. It allows for someone to see the future they wish to view and only that future. But fire is a powerful tool and a dangerous one and only the most skilled are able to master it."

"And because you 'are' fire," Marayna rolled her eyes, "I take it YOU are a master."

"Why yes," he grinned, "Dragons possess the unique skill to use our internal fire to allow us to see the future as though we were there watching it happen. It takes many years, even for us to master such a skill."

Marayna nodded to herself, thinking over what could be done for Morgana. It was…surprisingly easy really. Morgana could always meditate whenever she wished, no one would ask her what she was doing if she claimed she were merely trying to catch up on rest after having been woken by a nightmare. It wouldn't be odd for a noblewoman to wish a glass of water and just keep it in her room, nor would it be odd for her to have a basin of water either, she could wash her hands or hair in it. The crystal, might be slightly tricky as it might be associated with sorcery to possess any sort of crystal that wasn't meant to be jewelry. But she was sure that she and Merlin could work out some way to sneak her a good sized one from somewhere to practice when she reached that point. And there was a fireplace in Morgana's rooms so, on cold nights, nothing would be amiss if she sat up late, enjoying the warmth of it.

She was almost jealous that Morgana was a seer, her skills would be far easier to practice without being caught than hers or Merlin's were.

~8~

Morgana stood in her rooms, staring at the small row of objects on her vanity, a fan, a basin of water, a small chip of crystal, and a lit candle…before she turned to Marayna, incredulous, "THESE are supposed to help me control my sight?"

Marayna smiled as she stood beside Merlin, Gwen having gone to fetch a larger bit of crystal that her father had had in the forge for one of the more delicate metal works, a commission by a minor lord for some sort of mirror for his wife that was meant to have crystals around the edge of it. With her father's passing, the man had cone elsewhere, but most of her father's supplies had remained, and that would be a very nice bit of closure for her. The last thing her father was going to work on, left unfinished, would be used by the woman who had tried to save him to save others. She knew that would be just the sort of use her father would hope for when it came t his various objects, the safety of others.

"Apparently," Marayna nodded, "Not all at once, each has to be mastered before the next can be used, I just wanted to show you what they were and…small ways that you can still hide what you're really doing."

"Which one is she meant to start with?" Merlin glanced at his sister.

"Air," she recited, nodding at the fan, "Meditation and sleep are when the visions come unbidden and randomly. It's easier for air…"

"I've already got plenty of nightmares," Morgana cut in, not wanting to think that she might be meditating and suddenly be hit with a horrible vision. No, she wanted to learn how to see what she wanted to see, or at least filter out the ones she didn't want to know about, "Can't I start with the next one?"

"Water," Marayna supplied, "I don't think you should though," she countered, "You need to be able to get a vision before you try to look for one."

"But she HAS been getting visions," Merlin reminded her, "She's dreamed one at least once a week!"

Marayna ran a hand through her hair, considering that, she wasn't quite sure that skipping air would work well, the Dragon had said it was the most natural step and Morgana HAD been fighting against it for a long time now, but...she hadn't been succeeding so there was a chance her visions were just too strong for air and needed the next in the chain to settle, "I suppose we could give it a go," she shrugged, there couldn't be harm in trying to scry with water. And if Morgana was unable to do it, then they had air to fall back on and build up.

Morgana beamed and walked over to the basin, the same one she often washed her hair in, looking down at her reflection, smiling wider when she saw Merlin step up behind her before he rested his hand on the small of her back, making her shiver just slightly. She glanced to the side as Marayna came into sight in the water as well, on her left, "What do I do?"

Marayna took a breath, recalling the extra words the Dragon had given her, "For Water, you need to just look at its surface and pretend it's a window, look at it as though you're looking at a scene playing beyond it. Think about how you want that scene to be the future. You can try to make it specific, a specific future you're looking for, but don't be surprised if it doesn't appear or if it's not the future you intended to spy upon."

Morgana nodded and placed her hands on the edges of her vanity, leaning over just so to look into the basin. It was a metal one, filled with fresh water, calm, still, and very much like a window. She gazed into the still waters, doing as Marayna had recommended, picturing it as a window, trying to see what was beyond it. She could feel a small force building in her head, just behind her eyes like when she'd healed her wrists in the dungeons…and she knew, she was getting close, her magic was reaction, it was helping her, she just might see the future in…

"Morgana!" she heard Arthur shout from just behind her door and snapped, back looking around, frantic, as though just the objects before her would get her accused of sorcery, "Have you seen my lazy servants!?"

Morgana looked at Marayna just as the doors opened and reached out, grabbing Marayna and tugging her over, quickly pushing her down to the basin, and turning her head. Submerging some of her hair and head into the water.

"Arthur!" Morgana greeted calmly, letting Marayna up, "What are you doing here?"

Arthur just blinked, seeing his one servant standing there like he hadn't understood a word of what had happened, while his other servant was glaring daggers at Morgana with her hair soaking wet, "What are YOU doing?" he countered.

Morgana rolled her eyes, as though irritated he couldn't work it out though she was inwardly thrilled he had no idea, that he hadn't guessed she was about to do magic. She knew it was likely a very large overreaction on her part. She often had a fan and a basin of water, a candle lit here and there and Arthur was always going on about her and her 'sparkly jewels.' It wouldn't be alarming to see her have those items out, but there was something about knowing that she had been doing magic that made her more on edge.

"I was giving Rayna's hair a wash," Morgana stated.

"Washing Mara's hair?" he gave her an odd look for that. Whatever it was she'd been doing…it looked more like she was trying to drown the girl in the basin instead. Though he was sure that wasn't true, Merlin would have not just stood by and let that happen.

"Yes," Marayna played along, "I was gathering herbs for Gaius before and got a few twigs and leaves stuck in my hair. Morgana was helping me clean them out. Wouldn't you know, we found bits of tomato from when Sophia came to visit."

Arthur's expression morphed to one of guilt as he straightened. He knew it wasn't a slight against her hygiene to claim that they'd found bits of old fruit in her hair from so long ago, but more a dig against him that she'd been hit with so much fruit that even now, months later, she was still picking bits out of it.

"Right," he cleared his throat, "I just came to ask if you'd finished polishing my armor, I've training with the knights and…"

"It's right here," Merlin nodded, heading over to the chainmail he and Marayna had worked on and handing it to Arthur.

The prince looked at it critically, then eyed him and Marayna suspiciously, "YOU polished this?" he asked them.

"What, not shiny enough for you to see your reflection in?" Marayna quipped, "We had to make sure you didn't get distracted by that handsome face of yours."

Arthur just rolled his eyes though Merlin could see a quick in the corner of his lips, the man fighting a smile. He glanced at his sister and idly wondered if she realized she'd just called Arthur handsome.

"It's fine," Arthur answered, "I was merely impressed it took you this long. I was expecting to have to wait another hour."

"Well we'll be sure not to disappoint you next time and take the full allotted time."

Morgana smirked at that, seeing Arthur flounder as his insultish compliment was turned back on him, "If you're quite finished Arthur, I'm not done with Rayna."

Arthur shook his head but turned to go, he'd already given Merlin and Marayna their chores for the day, if Morgana had stolen them away, it would be up to them to see all the chores finished by that night.

The second the door to the room was closed, Marayna turned and punched Merlin in the arm, hard, "Ow!" he cried, "What was THAT for!?"

"That was for not rescuing me as Morgana tried to drown me!" she pointed a warning finger at him.

"I wasn't trying to drown you," Morgana laughed, "I just…panicked."

"And that's rule one," Marayna turned to her with a small sigh, "Morgana…you can't panic."

"Panic means flustering and stuttering and nerves," Merlin nodded, "And to everyone else, it'll mean guilt. No matter what, you have to act like you didn't do something or that nothing happened."

"Even if it means making Arthur think he's lost his mind, it has to be done," Marayna finished, "That's rule one, be careful and, if caught, be as innocent as you can be."

Morgana nodded, it was sound advice, When magic was mentioned, Uther completely lost his mind, in such cases it was best to be as calm and peaceful as possible, especially if YOU had just been the one doing the magic. She knew that Merlin sometimes stuttered and got flustered when he was caught, but he was like that about so many other things that it wasn't anything unusual for him to act that way around 'magic' as well. Marayna was a bit harder to peg down. She was always so confident that to imagine her stuttering was off putting. It made sense for her to just fire off back at the person talking to her and act as though nothing had happened.

She wasn't sure what her reaction would be, she hoped she would never be in a position like that where she'd have to act innocent while not being so, but she knew she couldn't seem guilty or the least bit alarmed or threatened or others would take it as guilt.

"Perhaps…water should wait," she conceded as she glanced at poor Marayna's sopping wet hair and handed her a small cloth towel to attempt drying it.

She didn't like the nightmares, she hated them, the last thing she wanted as more random flashes of the future that she couldn't understand or control but…it was the first step. It was the first step towards not having nightmares and she was determined to see it done right. She wanted to master her visions, not be mastered by them. If it meant putting up with a few daydream-nightmares then that was what she would do.

She wanted to make sure her visions were her own, that they would one day do as SHE wanted, when she wanted, that she could check into things with them and offer advice. And that wouldn't happen if she didn't work on controlling her powers now. She wanted that, she wanted control, and no matter how long it took her to reach it, she WOULD become someone who could see on sight.

She would be able to use her visions and her dreams to help people.

And that was all she wanted.

A/N: Oh thank god! FF worked! I hope this'll keep up. But, then again, there have been times the last week it worked one day and glitched again, but I've got my fingers crossed! :)

I wanted a chapter to sort of look at Morgana and some things for her :) I wanted to try and give her steps to take in strengthening her visions and things she could work on for honing them. I felt like it needed its own chapter as we'll be seeing much more of each element and her visions in relation to each popping up later ;)

I JUST realized that the story is ending tomorrow and I never put the poll up for the pairing name! O.O I'm sorry about that. How about we make today the last day to submit one for Marayna/Arthur and tomorrow I'll put the poll up, in a few chapters I'll post the pairing name in the second story :)

Lol, no real notes on reviews for the last chapter ;) I'm glad you enjoyed it though :)