Morgana Pendragon glanced at the bright reflection of her image in the mirror. She noticed that she had changed. Her black hair was shorter than it had ever been, it only reached her fine shoulders, and was a real mess. A combination of curls, waves and frizzes gave her an untended look, but she certainly wasn't as shabby as she seemed. Her intelligent, green eyes where sharp and shiny as always and her pale face looked healthier than ever.
And that was how she felt, healthier than ever, and perhaps even happier than ever. She smiled from bottom of heart while she looked at the young, handsome woman who was staring back in the mirror.
If someone would have told her five years back that her life would've been like this, she wouldn't have believed him, she would've been thinking they were mocking her. Her life had taken a direction nobody, except for the gods themselves, could have ever imagined.
Morgause had been a blessing, and she still was. Morgana thanked her knowledge, her strength and even her life to her sister. She cherished every day, and every moment was a miracle. Not a day passed or Morgana surprised herself with her gained powers. The days she saw Magic as a terrible curse were over. It was a gift.
Morgause was a very good teacher. She taught her younger sister, with remarkable patience, to let flowers grow, to make animal shapes in the water, to control the weather, to lit a small fire (which was Morgana's speciality), to move objects without touching them, and so on. On other days, they didn't use Magic, but Morgause told Morgana about the plants and all their abilities. She explained how to make a potion, and when she considered Morgana had paid enough attention, she ordered her to make healing draughts or even love draughts, just for good fun.
When Morgana woke up with too much energy, Morgause would take her outside, give her a sword and fight with her, until the younger of the two grew tired. Morgana had always loved the competition, her childish battles with Arthur, and it felt good to practice her skills with the sword against the best duellist she'd ever known (Morgause had even managed to defeat Arthur, Morgana remembered impressed). Everyday, she became stronger and stronger.
Finally, when it was raining outside or they had had a long training day before, they sat at the fireplace and Morgause told about Magic. She taught Morgana some words in the Old Language and said Magic was everywhere around them, flowing trough all living things, even if they weren't magical. It was a gift to use Magic, to be able to control it. Every sorcerer's Magic was unique. Just as in school, some were good at making animals out of water, and others were better at making animals out of fire. Morgause said that Magic in its purest form was based on the four elements: Water, Earth, Air and Fire. Everyone had their own, personal element. According to Morgause, Morgana's element was Fire.
Morgana couldn't believe that someone as wise and strong as Morgause almost died because of that horrible, little servant who, apparently, had Magic too.
Merlin... she despised him with everything she was. If she didn't had to take care for her sister, she would've killed him without hesitation the last time she saw him, when they were in the throne room, and Morgana found out he had Magic. He had caused her enough trouble to hate him for the rest of her life. He had been trying to poison her, got involved with things that certainly didn't concern him and had nearly killed her sister. But that was nothing compared to the fact that he was a sorcerer, just like her.
Morgana remembered the fear she had felt when she accidentally caused a fire in her room. By just looking at a candle, the flames started to lit higher, until they reached her curtains. It was horrifying. It was then she realised she was Magical, and in a light moment, she told Merlin, and he did nothing.
Tears sprung into her eyes whenever she thought of it. Fiercely, she swept them away and shook her head.
She had been thinking Merlin was her friend, but now she knew better. Instead of helping her, he had just let her live in her fear, her loneliness, her embarrassment for being a sorceress, until it consumed her and she chose a path that finally lead her to Morgause and to becoming Queen of Camelot.
Although for a brief moment she did had the ultimate power to decide about life and death
of everyone in Camelot, Morgana's only reason to become Queen was because it would cause an end to Uther's horrible reign.Not a single sorcerer should fear Uther Pendragon now, Morgana's kind was safe. Arthur may fear Magic, but he didn't willingly search for wizards and witches to have them burnt at the stake. Those days were over, and as long as the warlocks were careful, they had nothing to fear in Camelot.
Morgana knew the dumb and naïve people in the city, that used to be her home in a past she barely remembered, thought of her as 'a witch' and 'an evil sorceress', but for her kind, she was a heroine. The Druids and the High Priestresses treated her as their chosen one, their princess, but more important, as one of them. Finally, after years of living with the feeling nobody understood her, she had found her people.
After she rescued Morgause, it took months to heal her older sister. But when Morgause was fully recovered, she took Morgana to the High Priestresses, who agreed that she was now officially their apprentice.
"You are very talented, Morgana," Morgause remarked when Morgana was able to open a door by using Magic already from her very first try, "it won't take long before you can become a High Priestress."
"I am learning it from the best", Morgana said, and she meant every word.
Morgana sighed and turned away from the mirror. After such a long day of practising a spell to make a statue come alive (she didn't manage to do it yet. The statue had only growled at her, and then turned away), she was in terrible need for a bath.
"Lagustréam ingéotan", she murmured thoughtless. She felt the, in the meantime very known, feeling of Magic flowing trough her body as a very short, hot fever that was spreading inside of her. Her eyes coloured gold for a second when she pronounced the spell, and immediately water was pouring into the bathtub.
Morgana undressed herself and stepped into the tub, filled with warm and relaxing water. She smiled sincerely when she thought of the next day, when she'll continue working on the spell for the statue.
This was her place, her home, her destiny. She never wanted to do anything else in her life than learning about Magic and becoming a better sorceress each day.