Sorry the update is so late, my nan just moved house and I've been helping her get settled all day! Anyway onward with the story! Hope you guys like a nice Morgana because I didn't want too many bad guys in the series
Morgana Pendragon was many things. An ex-royal. A magical creature. A loyal friend and sibling. Kind. Stubborn. Strong. But at the moment, Morgana was bored out of her mind. She couldn't leave her house due to the hatred towards magic users, and her only regular visitor ( her maid from when she was a princess, Gwen) was visiting her brother in Camelot.
Thinking about brothers and Camelot, she pondered what her's was up to. Morgana had not been visited by Arthur in almost 2 months, due to Uther worrying about his son's visits and attempting to have him followed. Just thinking of Uther made her shiver. Her once immaculate image of her father was now tainted with betrayal, hatred and sorrow. How dare he! Why should she be hunted for the way she was born! All the objects in her room began levitating and shaking as her magic imitated how she felt inside.
Meanwhile, Arthur stopped his horse and led it to the stables, arriving at the foot of Morgana's house after nearly 4 hours of non-stop riding. He looked at the boy who was lightly tacked to the back of his horse and sighed. Merlin was now coated in a thin sheen of sweat and was slightly convulsing, which was no doubt pulling on his already injured chest. Arthur lifted him off the saddle and carried him towards the mansion before him. He recalled the first time he had visited Morgana here since her magic had been revealed.
Arthur had been a bundle of nerves and emotions. Worry, that Morgana wouldn't want to see him. Anger towards his father, it wasn't Morgana's fault she had magic! Joy that his sister was finally free to live her life without fear.
He had knocked the door, pacing ferociously as he waited to see if there would even be an answer. Suddenly, the door swung open revealing a slightly fearful Morgana, who clearly had thought it was some of Uther's Anti- Magic patrol.
"Arthur!" she had cried as she flung her arms around him, surprising him instantly. "Thank God someone still believes I'm still me!" A small cough behind her had startled Morgana, who then apologized to Gwen, who had been the person who had helped her escape her fate, which knowing Uther would have undoubtably been imprisonment or even execution, despite the fact Morgana was his daughter. At least Morgana was safe now.
Back in the present. Arthur stood on that same doorstep, before pushing the door open and stepping inside, careful not to hit the boy's head on the door frame. I really need to learn this kid's name, Arthur thought. He strolled down the hall and up to Morgana's room, ignoring the strange looks he was receiving along the way, and the sympathy towards the boy. He opened the door to find the room a mass of magical power. "Morgana" he called out fearfully.
Morgana's anger was like a storm now, whisking objects around her room like a hurricane without her realizing it. Suddenly a slightly wary call of her name snapped her out of her brooding and she turned around.
"Arthur! What happened?" she gestured to the mass of clutter. Morgana noticed the battered form of a teenager in his arms and gasped. "Arthur Pendragon, what on earth did you do!"