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Morgana rubbed her arms against the sudden chill. Thoughts of Merlin often did this to her. It had been one week since she had awoken from the mist of rubble. Her sister was badly injured, and Cenred dead. Morgana only had a few scrapes and bruises to remind her of it. She knew that the ceiling suddenly falling in hadn't been chance. She didn't want to believe what really caused it. But she knew, and hated Merlin for it.
Sometimes at night, she would think about him. It would start off as hate, and then the longer she thought, the more it turned to love. She hated him for that, too. She touched her lips. Merlin's had been so strong and warm . . .
"No," Morgana told herself. But there was an ache in her that made her feel hopeless.
Merlin's hand strayed to his pants, and he pulled back in disgust. He couldn't pleasure himself to Morgana anymore. It wasn't right. And it was tiring. Merlin turned over in his bed exasperatedly, and then sat up straight. He couldn't sleep; he might as well go for a walk.
He sat up and dressed, and by dressing, just threw on his boots and jacket. The next part was a little trickier; he had to get past the guards, but they never really noticed anyone to begin with. He ran into the woods, and started calling for Kilgarrah.
When he arrived into the clearing they used for their meetings, he didn't have to wait long before Kilgarrah came into sight. "You wanted to see me, young warlock?"
"Yes." Merlin said. He looked around the clearing to sort out his thoughts. "When we left for Fyrien . . . our group was separated, and I was left alone with Morgana . . ."
"Did you and the witch make love?" Kilgarrah asked, horrified.
"No!" Merlin said hurriedly. "But other things happened . . . Kilgarrah, what would a child be like that came out of our union?"
Kilgarrah laughed. "Merlin, that child would be the most unpredictable thing in the world." More sternly he added, "I hope you aren't planning on doing anything with the witch. It's understandable that you are a young man, but any union between the witch Morgana would end in tragedy."
Merlin shook his head. "It's just, no matter how much I hate her, there's still that little place in my heart for the Morgana that I used to know."
"The Morgana you used to know is dead, Merlin, and you killed her." Kilgarrah replied solemnly.
Shakes his head more vigorously, trying to deny it. "Does she not have at least a speck of good in her? When we were together . . ." He sighed and began to pace.
"Why do you want to know this? If you have no feelings for her, why are you so tormented?"
He stomps his foot in frustration. "I don't know! She makes me so confused . . . Is there no hope I could turn her back to the light?"
"No. She will always be evil, Merlin."