Author's Note: This one is for Ultra-Geek. Because of the approach of the 100th drabble in the story "One Hundred". Thanks for all of those delicious Merlin vignettes.

It was night and Morgana stood outside in the wind.

Rainless, the sky blazed with lightning. "As if the gods," she thought, "are at war in the sky."

She had witnessed such summer storms almost every year of her life.

"So purely magical -Uther will have it outlawed."

She began to chuckle, but it caught in her throat.

Far away, a weary servant rested outside a castle keep.

He watched the awesome sky, not imagining battling gods .

He remembered Morgana.

When last he saw her, he had seen fire exactly like this in her eyes.