Morgana. Morgana looked around her chambers, wondering who was there. At first she thought it might have been Gwen, but ruled out that possibility when she saw that there was no sunlight coming through the window, and Gwen knew better than to wake her before eight. Then the voice sounded again. Morgana. She then realized that the voice was distinctly male, which she hadn't caught through her sleep-ridden haze, and unrecognizable as well. The voice sounded cracked, ancient, and over all, magical.

Magic.

That was probably the cause for the voice. A thrill of excitement surged up Morgana's spine. There was another magical person in the castle! She and Merlin weren't alone! Maybe Merlin even knew who, but didn't think to tell her. She sat up straight, and grabbed her dressing gown, slipping her feet into a set of soft leather boots as she did so. Perhaps the person was outside her room, or waiting for her, or…

Come Morgana. But where was the mysterious voice coming from? And why wouldn't Merlin tell her about possible strange voices. Unless, he didn't know.

It was stupid, Morgana knew, and Arthur had always said that her constant curiosity was what was going to get her killed, but she didn't care. There was something about that voice that made her want to follow it, something completely irresistible. Morgana could hear the power behind the words, the force of the person calling. Well, best not to keep them waiting. After all, she was magic. What harm could another magical being wish upon her?

Morgana followed the voice, her magic pushing her towards the sound. She evaded the guards carefully, even though curfew was no longer in session, it would be suspicious for the King's ward to be wandering around before breakfast.

The guards, however, grew in number as she descended farther down into the castle, deep into the dungeons. For the first time since she heard the voice, Morgana actually felt nervous. The voice was leading her deeper and deeper into the dungeons, to areas that she had never explored before, a difficult feat, seeing as her first priority when she came to Camelot was to discover all of the passageways.

The halls grew darker and darker, and the torches farther apart. Morgana grabbed the nearest one and let the light show the way towards the voice, which was now growing louder. She sidestepped a few holes in the ground, as well as a few puddles of a questionable substance. Morgana regretted not wearing something more durable, and then cursed the cause of this stupid voice for not being closer to her. Honestly, it was quite rude to make a lady come all of this way down here, through the grime of the dungeons. Perhaps if this voice insisted on meeting again, they could do it in her chambers. Though it would have to be on nights that Merlin was not teaching hr magic; a lady did need her beauty sleep.

Eventually, Morgana came to an area where the path widened considerably and a couple more torches lined the walls, but were still placed sparsely. The corridor went downhill considerably, and several times Morgana had to stop and check her footing to make sure that she would not fall.

Finally, the corridor widened into a large cavern. Stalactites and stalagmites were scattered all over, along with a large mound of rocks in the center. Morgana looked at it curiously, cocking her head slightly. This was where the voice had been coming from. She was positive that it was calling her to this point. But where was it?

Then, only a few feet away from her face, rose a mass of dark scales, large and bold. She stumbled back, and slipped, tripping over rocks, her torch flying out of her grip and extinguishing itself a few feet away. It was harder to see, but through the dark she managed to make out a large figure, with a long snout, small horns on its head, great wings beating as it continued to rise, slower than before though. Yellow eyes stared back at her, similar to Merlin's, and probably her own, when they did magic. A thrill of excitement went through her. there were legends about Uther imprisoning the Great Dragon after the Great Purge as an example, but she had assumed that that was all it was; a legend. Surely Uther could not be powerful enough to subdue or trick a dragon. The idea was simply ridiculous.

Morgana did not realize that her mouth was open until the dragon chuckled and chided, "Close your mouth, Witch. Though I must admit, for a destiny so large, you are so small. It appears to happen quite often with the current generation of , she closed her mouth with an audible snap. Morgana stood gingerly, making sure that she hadn't injured herself. When she finished her self-examination, she straightened and held her head high and asked,

"why did you call me here?"

The dragon smiled. "I called you, milady, so you could hear your destiny. I believe that it is time for you to make your choice."

"What choice? I just found out about my magic? What choices do I have?"

The dragon in front of her just chuckled. "Oh, you have no idea how much a person's destiny can change, all based off of a person's choice. Now, you have a few choices. You can help Camelot, and defend it in secret, defend it openly, though in the current regime, that might be a little difficult. You could also become an adviser, a subtle decision maker of the laws. See if you could change Arthur's mind to magic, for Uther's hatred for magic has gone too deep. Or, you could condemn Camelot to peril, should you choose so."

"But those are smaller destinies, that can rolled into the two main choices that you have. The first choice centers around Uther, whether he will live or die by your hand, for that choice is only yours. When he killed your friend's father, you were ready to kill him, and free this land from his tyranny, were you not?" Morgana just nodded her head wordlessly. How could he know that about her? He couldn't have even been close to her when it happened. "What happened that made you change your mind?"

Morgana hung her head, slightly ashamed of her previous actions. "Well, Uther said that he was sorry, and that he deeply regretted it. And he has always treated me with kindness. I guess I just acted in the moment, trying to get the king killed. I don't think I ever really meant it. it was just my brash temper getting in the way. Like Arthur always said it would."

"Ah, I believe the young prince actually has the same problem. Makes young Merlin's job a bit harder."

Morgana's head snapped up. "You know Merlin?"

"Yes, the young warlock, like you, is destined for greatness, though his destiny has been more straightforward. His destiny is simply to bring balance back to Camelot, and magic to Albion. The young Pendragon's is to unite all of Albion. And it is the druid boy's to tear it apart, by murdering Arthur."

"What? The little druid boy that Arthur, Gwen, Merlin and I helped save? Him? But, he's just a boy."

"A boy that will grow into a killer. One possible destiny of yours is to ally yourself with him.

Another is to become the support of Emrys."

"Who's Emrys? I've never heard of him before."

"Emrys is a powerful warlock who will support the young Pendragon, and change the current regime through politics. And one of those politics will include an alliance with you."

"With me? What could this Emrys ever want with me? I mean, I'm just starting out, no training whatsoever, and if I do anything openly I could be hung for treason. I doubt Uther's love goes that far for me." She finished bitterly.

"Well, I don't believe that it will be of the young warlock's choosing, for the young prince of Cynebearne was hardly born when Gorlois had an arrangement with King Balinor made. I'll let you figure out what type of arrangement it was." The dragon waited patiently until the cogs in Morgana's head rolled into place. When she figured it out, her eyes widened and she practically screamed,

"AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE! My father set me up with some super rich prince that I don't know, and now legally can't marry! This is ridiculous, I don't believe that he would do something like this!"

The dragon just chuckled. "well, I believe that that is enough for one night. I do have to keep up a relative sense of mystery." The dragon smiled kindly at her. "besides, you best leave before you're missed."

Morgana started to leave, but then turned at the entrance to the cavern. "may I at least know your name?"

The dragon let out a small chuckle. "nice to see that someone has manners. My name is Kilgharrah."Morgana smiled. "good day, Kilgharrah. Until we meet again."

Morgana left, returned to her chambers, and slept until Gwen came in to wake her twenty minutes later. If she thought that Morgana's cloak looked like it had been recently used, or her shoes a bit muddy, she said nothing, for she was overjoyed that her lady had yet another dreamless night, though she was not nearly as alert as the day before. And for the rest of the day, Morgana thought of the ancient dragon beneath the dungeons, and how to get out of the trap laid by Gorlois for her.