Merlin sat on Camelot's ramparts watching a brilliant orangey red sun ascend into a cloudless morning sky. A slight breeze ruffled his dark hair. He listened to birds chirping and watched busy squirrels collecting fallen nuts. He wiped a tired hand across his face.

Ten years ago in a moment of weakness, he touched Morgana. It was a poor choice. He thought maybe, just maybe, they had a connection. Well, he was wrong. She ran off with her evil sister and caused havoc around Albion.

Then, she arrives in Camelot after her daugh… their daughter approached him in a forest. Is she allowed to roam everywhere without direction. Does she enjoy eating sweets? Does she have a favorite color? Merlin has a daughter. A daughter that he didn't have a clue about. He felt so lost.

So, many nights, he felt envious over Arthur's children. He wished for a child to cuddle and play games with in his lonely chamber. He spent hours and hours with the young Pendragons, but he longed for a family. Now, Merlin had a family, but is Morgana evil or is she reformed? It was hard to process. What is he going to tell his mother?

"Merlin, put your thoughts back in your mind," Morgana cautioned. "Words shouldn't float freely."

"It's easy to think about things when I can see the words?"

Morgana leaned next to the cold stones. "She loves sweets. Her favorite color is blue. She isn't allowed to roam, but she's headstrong and determine. Her birthday is May 4th. She's never met Morgause. I don't speak to my sister.

Merlin gave Morgana a puzzled look. "What happened between you and Morgause?"

Morgana blinked away tears. "She wanted to use Vivi against you. I just couldn't use my baby. So, I went my own way."

Merlin frowned as he tapped his feet against the hard stone. "Oh."

"Is that all you have to say?"

Merlin climbed off the stone wall. He gave Morgana a look decorated with malice. "What can I say? You made choices for me! You kept my child from me! Your absence created a vacuum in Camelot. You almost destroyed Arthur for revenge. What about the things you did to Gwen? You just come back and expect forgiveness. We need time."

"I'm sorry."

Merlin waved Morgana away. "I need to think. You need to think about why you are here. What do you want from us?

Morgana's face twisted in despair. "I don't know."

"Really, Morgana. I expected better. You always had a plan in our dark glorious past. A stupid evil plan, but you always came prepared. Then, again, you were nothing, but Morgause's puppet. Do you need someone to pull your strings?"

Morgana gritted her teeth. "That's the past. I don't want to fight with you."

"Finally."

"What happened to you, Merlin?"

"No," Merlins creamed. "No, you caused so much pain and hurt. You didn't have to deal with your actions. We picked up the pieces and moved on. You're not welcome here, Morgana."

"This is my home."

Merlin rolled his eyes in disgust. "Your home has changed."

A dark cloud pushed away the bright sun. A few drops of rain began to sprinkle on Morgana and Merlin.

"We need to go inside, Merlin. A storm is coming."

"I think the storm is already here."

Morgana's sparkling green eyes fleshed as she faced Merlin. Heavy rain drops plastered his dark hair to his skull. His jaw set firmly. Morgana's chest heaved as her golden dress began to cling to her wet body. Morgana's hand brushed wet hair from Merlin's face. Merlin's hand brushed her delicate fingers away. Morgana's shoulder sagged as she turned to enter the castle. Merlin grabbed Morgana and pulled her into his arms. He stared deeply into her green eyes and kissed Morgana softly on the lips. Morgana stumbled slightly when Merlin released her. She gave him a horrified look and ran into the castle.

Merlin slapped his hands across his forehead. What did I just do? She looked me like I was a monster. Merlin flung wet from his eyes. I'm making this worse. Slowly, Merlin moved in the direction of the Castle door.

Can this day get any worse?