Morgana stumbles into a clearing and sits down on a fallen log. Wincing she undoes the crude bandage she wrapped around her shoulder as soon as she was out of sight of Camelot. Taking deep breaths she calms herself enough to utter an old spell, "þurhhæle licsar min." She watches as a bright light flashes and disappears leaving only a small burn scar. It was crude, but efficient.
Staring at the scar, anger wells up inside her, starting as a small heat in her stomach then burning hotter and hotter until it was boiling and it exploded out of her in a roar. Trees exploded around her and birds escaped to the skies.
Panting heavily she uttered the name of the boy who thwarted her plans again and again, "Merlin."