"What is it, Morgana?"
"I just thought you'd like to know that I am not affraid to die, Merlin." She smiled. He wouldn't have the guts to kill her... but the dragon standing behind him probably would if provoked. Then, she saw the glimmer of an idea creep into the young warlock's eyes and she stared into them, menacingly. She prepared herself for the upcoming bluff.
"You obviously don't want to know who Emrys is then, do you?" Morgana hesitated. How would Merlin know of such a thing? It had to be a bluff. Merlin couldn't know who Emrys was, he was a servant!... He had kept his magic a secret all this time, though. It could be a possibility. Morgana quickly formed her own plan and was very concious about letting it show through her eyes.
"Oh, tell me who he is!" She played along with Merlin's little game and it amused her to see him believing her.
"If you lift my curse, I shall." Merlin pulled his hand behind his back and crossed his fingers. Morgana nodded, innocently. Her own fingers crossed.
"For many years I have been waiting for this information, Merlin. You will never know how greatful I am to be told this information. But please, enlighten me. How do you know of Emrys, when Gaius has never heard of the sorceror in question?" Ha! She had him now. But her glee wore off when she saw the raven's reaction was not hesitant.
"I hear rumors on the streets of Camelot, but ones related to magic, I keep to myself." Morgana could see why he would do such a thing. To reveal secrets to anyone, would be like revealing a dirty secret in his family. She sighed as she decided that the man was not lying.
"Then, I should like to know." She moved closer, Merlin moved away, proving he was scared of her and her powers.
"Release my curse first." He demanded. Morgana thought for a moment. She decided to lift his curse: it would be more fun to kill him with his curse lifted, then he would have no excuse for letting a girl beat him. He would look like a weakling in his grave. She smiled at this harsh idea.
Morgana uttered a spell to lift the curse and was annoyed at Merlin's look of suspicion.
Is it gone?
I believe so, young warlock. I do not sense it's presence.
Very well...
I have faith that you are not keeping to your word.
I am not. Be prepared for a hasty retreat.
I am always ready, young warlock.
"Now reveal your secrets, Merlin! We had a deal." Morgana uttered a spell and her knife reappeared in her hand which was still behind her back. She felt the weight of the knife in her hand, judging how hand it would be to throw...
"I will never tell you anything!" Merlin jumped up onto his little pet dragon and the two prepared to get away. But Morgana had a trick up her sleeve, well, behind her back.
"Cyrraedd fy targed!" She exclaimed as she flung her knife through the bitter cold air. She heard the satisfying scream errupting from the freshly stabbed warlock. And then her smile faded as she heard the flap of ancient wings slicing through the night air. Her eyes felt hot as the fire from the trees warmed them . Fire was reflected in her pupils as she heard the deafening roar of a determined dragon. Then suddenly, the fire was creeping up her dress, scorching her skin, digging at her soul. She finally let go, letting the dark claim her. The last image she ever saw whilst she was alive was a dragon flying into the pitch black of the night, a slouching warlock hanging on to it weakly, and she wondered why she chose that life of evil.