The first thing Morgana realized as she was waking up was that her head hurt. She opened her eyes to see that she was in a prison cell, and she smirked. She muttered "Tospringe!"
Nothing happened. She extended her hand, and said "Tospringe!" again, putting as much force as she could into the spell.
The cell door remained still. Morgana glanced around the cell, panic rising in her, but forced herself to calm down. The last time this had happened, whatever had been trapping her magic had worn off after a while, so she should just be patient. She sat down on the cot and tried to remember how she got there. A quick look at herself revealed that the ageing spell had worn off, so anyone who saw her would know who she was.
Try as she might, however, she couldn't remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was Mithian entering a room that was magically shielded, cutting off her Sight. So someone here at Camelot had magic, and was actively using it. She wondered if Arthur knew.
"Hello, Morgana."
Morgana whirled around in shock to see Merlin standing outside the cell. "Hello, Merlin," she replied, a smirk re-forming on her face. "It's *so* nice to see you."
"I wish I could say the same," he said, his expression grave, then walked over to the cell door. "May I come in?"
"I could just come out," Morgana said.
"By all means, come out, then," replied Merlin.
Morgana extended her hand. "Tospringe!" she cried again, but the cell door, again, remained immobile.
"Looks like you can't," said Merlin. "Kind of a pity- I honestly thought that you were powerful enough that suppressing your magic would be hard, but it really isn't."
"What do you mean?" asked Morgana, fear coloring her voice.
"I mean," replied Merlin, "that I'm suppressing your magic."
Morgana sneered. "The only person who can do that is Emrys," she said. "And you're not him."
Merlin smiled. "Are you absolutely sure?" he said.
"Emrys is an old man," replied Morgana. "You're nothing but a manservant."
"Miht dagan, beþecce me. Adeadaþ þisne gast min freondum ond min feondum!" There was a flash, and when her eyes cleared, Emrys was standing where Merlin had been, wearing
the same clothes.
Morgana instinctively moved backwards, fear spiking in her as Emrys smiled menacingly. "So Morgana," he said, "are you absolutely sure I don't have magic?"