Dawn Ruthless- Yeah, it's gonna be totally Mergana sometime soon but I'm still playing around with Morwaine just now. Thanks.
Jedimasterawesome- Yes, imprisonment does seem to fill up Morgana's calendar, especially when there is Gwaine there to reassure/annoy her. Gwapple and Mergana is legend. Gwaine and Morgana is definitely my guilty pleasure too and I might play around with it for a little longer because it is really fun to right. Thanks
Junior Woofles- Thanks. Yay! Mergana and Gwapples for the win.
"Why is it that you are always in prison or in chains, my lady," wondered Gwaine aloud. Morgana was trembling from the vile spring wind so wrapped her arms round her knees to try and warm up. Gwaine was still standing up next to her. The knight was merely bored and would be on the move if he wasn't restrained.
"Why do you think, sir knight?" Morgana asked. Shrugging, Gwaine forgot about Morgana being blindfolded. "Perhaps because I break the law more times than I can count a day." Gwaine began to kick the ground and managed to shower the witch with a pile of dirt. Reacting swiftly, Morgana turned around and hacked at Gwaine's ankles.
"Ow... Stop it," Gwaine moaned, his eyes watering with tears. Morgana, for once, obeyed because she did not want to waste any more energy on idiots.
"You got no less than you deserved," Morgana explained, deciding not to bring up the 'a' word. She had rather liked apples before an hour ago but, now, had sworn to never eat another apple again.
"Morgana, Mordred thinks your a damsel in distress because you have lost your kindness and compassion," Gwaine explained in the most confusing way. "I called you a witch with some feelings but Mordred insisted upon you being a damsel in distress and you don't argue with Mordred. If you do argue with him then he will throw a ball of fire at you." Morgana had never liked it when anyone exaggerated anything so much that it became ludicrous and unbelievable. She had always knew there was a boundary with sarcasm and exaggeration; it ought not to be crossed unless you were mocking someone. Remembering it was Gwaine making up this preposterous nonsense, Morgana didn't complain about his unbelievable exaggeration.
"Tell whoever said I had lost my kindness and compassion that love still fills my heart," Morgana ordered.
"Who do you love then, Morgana?" Gwaine questioned with a crooked smile upon face. Morgana frowned from underneath the blindfold. What kind of question was this? The answer was completely obvious. She had been to busy to even think about anybody other than herself, the young dragon, her sister and Mordred. Although Mordred was a boy, Morgana knew she would never regard him as being her lover.
The witch felt a lump in her throat for some unexplainable reason and her stomach churned. Feeling light headed Morgana flopped onto her back. She was feeling extremely nauseous and not at all good in any shape or form. Worst of all Morgana couldn't figure out what had happened as it all vanished within a split second and she felt her usual self again. Gwaine mistook this all for some dramatic emotional breakdown.
"I know who you love," Gwaine announced. "You love Merlin. I mean the witch and warlock- don't you think it sounds epic?"
"I think Gwaine and silence sounds epic," Morgana hissed. She spoke the words softly and somehow linked them together. There was something about the tone that made Gwaine want to obey it for a split second but his jokey personality got the better of him.
"Your blushing," Gwaine laughed. Morgana placed her hands on her cheeks unsure whether to believe him or not. Yet, she still managed to keep calmer than Gwaine could ever hope to be.
"I think if you replace the 'v' in love with an 'ath' then it would make sense," Morgana coldly snapped. Gwaine frowned at the sudden change in Morgana's tone of voice but hastily shook this feeling from him. Now was not the time to worry about Morgana's sudden outburst. No, he had more pressing matters to think about such as his plan which would most likely become a half baked disaster.
"Y'know what, Morgana. I change my mind about you being a witch with some feelings. You are a witch with one feeling. Hatred coarses through you. This hatred causes you to always talk with vigour. It makes you always wear the same look of anger and frustration. You know that whatever you do Merlin will thwart you. This causes you to walk- stride with hatred, dream with hatred, think with hatred even... even eat... with er hatred." Gwaine's jaw dropped in surprise as he muttered the last phrase.
"How do you eat with hatred?" Morgana incredulously asked. Gwaine shot her a superior look and raised an eyebrow. He still couldn't understand how that slightly absurd suggestion had come out of his brain.
"You eat violently," Gwaine awkwardly said. "You know... big bites." Gwaine again looked surprised by his own remark as it sounded like something Merlin would say.
Morgana threw her head forward in despair; she had not bargained for any of this. It was more than the priestess felt like she could bear. Life just wasn't fair, especially to her. At a young age Morgana had lost the man whom she had presumed to be her father and has been forced to come to Camelot. Morgana had suffered from terrible nightmares since before she could remember and truth about these nightmares had taunted her for ages. Then magic had extraordinary bursted out of her and she had feared for her life. After this Morgana realised that the route she had take to save her kin would put her mortal danger but the witch had vowed not to give up.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Gwaine yelled. This bewildered Morgana because his screams had seemly come out of the blue. Her blindfold prevented her from seeing the two Saxon guards which were approaching with their swords unsheathed.
"SHUT UP SLAVE!" the dark haired guard roared at Gwaine. Gwaine's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he watched the guards trudge to towards Morgana. The guards noticed that the knight was watching them intently so they aimed a kick at his shins. Luckily, with all his training, Gwaine's reactions were swift and he manage to dodge the kick. The guard stubbed his toe of the ground and cursed loudly. Suddenly, he then jolted around, roughly grabbing Morgana. This took Morgana by surprise and she jumped a little at his sudden threatening movement.
"Hurry up," ordered the dark haired guard. The other guard collapsed on the ground beside Morgana and extracted a small vial from his pocket.
"What am I meant to do?" the other guard stupidly inquired. The dark haired guard rolled his eyes at this remark and pinched his own nose. Gwaine, who was still watching the guards very closely, glowered at them but he could not understand what the guards were doing. Impatiently, Morgana waited for either the guards to drag her away or for them to abuse her in some way. Nothing happened as far as she was concerned but the guards were gesturing to each other. The blindfold prevented Morgana from witnessing their gesture but Gwaine was watching them more carefully than a hawk would watch its prey. Still Gwaine was ignorant to what the two guards were mining out to each other. Finally the guards got down to action and to Gwaine's shock one of guards tipped Morgana's head back a pinched her nose. At this Morgana kicked out in shock because she couldn't understand what was going on.
"WATCH OUT MORGANA!" warned Gwaine but it was too late. One of the guards literally wrenched Morgana's mouth open and poured the liquid from vial in. Once he done this, the guard put his hand on top of the sorceress's mouth. Morgana and tried to spit out the concoction. After all the likeliness of the liquid being either poisonous or harmful was dangerously high. As hard as Morgana tried, she couldn't manage to get rid of all of the liquid in her mouth. The priestess managed to spit out half of the liquid but was then forced to instinctually gulp the rest of the solution down as she needed to breathe to survive. As soon as Morgana swallowed the concoction the two guards released her and backed off before the witch could even try to bring it back up. The fact that she had swallowed the unidentified concoction frightened Morgana. She desperately tried to bring it back up but she was too late; it was long gone.
Clambering to her feet, Morgana nearly fell back down on the ground. Gwaine wanted to help her up but he couldn't as his hands were chained behind his back. On her third attempt, Morgana finally managed to stagger to her feet but she still swayed. The sorceress found it extremely hard to balance and was having trouble staying on her. Although Gwaine found this hilarious, he was too concerned about what might have been in the liquid to laugh.
"'Watch out,'" Morgana repeated at last. "With this on how am I meant to see anything but darkness? My blood is curdling with anger because of you." Gwaine looked at the ground like a five year old would when they got into trouble.
"What have you been drinking Morgana?" Gwaine chuckled. Morgana gave him her ultimate death stare but Gwaine just laughed. "Morgana, Morgana... What am I going to do with you? You never learn. You may be a hundred times powerful than I will ever be but I am not scared of you. Fear doesn't get you anywhere. It is important to be cautious at times but not fearful."
"You are too bold for my liking, sir knight," Morgana whispered. Gwaine put on his most stupid smile and raised an eyebrow making him look somewhat superior. Narrowing her eyes, Morgana couldn't understand where Gwaine's courage came from. He smiled at her after she told him that he was too bold. What was the meaning of this?
"And you aren't bold enough, my lady," Gwaine added. "Your hatred is driven by fear and that is why I can still talk to you after everyone that you have slaughtered. I pity you. You were once so kind so compassionate and now you are just... corrupted beyond repair."
Suddenly Morgana lost her balance and fell onto the ground. She tried to haul herself up but she drastically failed. Morgana knew that the liquid that they had force fed her must of taken control of her body but she didn't have the energy to do anything. She felt extremely faint and nauseous but lay there on the ground not moving a muscle.
"Go home Morgana," Gwaine advised. "You're drunk." Underneath it all Gwaine really knew what had happened to Morgana but he didn't want to admit it to himself.
"Lelp knee, dewrain," mumbled Morgana. For most people, this would just be incoherent nonsense but Gwaine managed to make sense of it. He turned around in fury to the guards, rage surging through him. Fortunately, Morgana muttered some more incoherent nonsense but this time Gwaine couldn't make sense of it. It prevented him from acting rashly and instead he worriedly fell onto the ground beside Morgana.
"It's alright," Gwaine reassured her, unsure of what else to say. "It'll just be a concoction to put you into a deep sleep. After all you are a witch and they need to prevent you from using magic." Soon after Gwaine said this Morgana's eyes began to droop and closed. She fell back into a lying position and didn't move a muscle. Gwaine sighed in relief as Morgana seemed to be unscathed and in a deep sleep. The knight didn't know of the psychological terror that Morgana was facing at that very moment.
...
Arthur drummed his fingers impatiently on the table. His scouts had just updated him on how close Gremian's men were. Arthur had to admit that they were approaching Camelot at alarmingly fast pace and the king felt like he could not stay put for any longer. It taken time for the conflicted king to decide what to do but a battle plan formed in his head. He detested even the very thought of the battle that was about to commence. There was going to be a vast amount of bloodshed. He knew that losing the battle was almost certainly going to happen.
Just a couple of hours ago, Arthur had summoned Gaius, Percival and Elyan up to his chambers to tell them of his final battle strategies. The king had decided to hide half of his army in the woods behind the castle and leave the other half of the army in the citadel. Arthur would then wait for Gremian's army to start attacking Camelot before he attacked them with the army hiding in the forest. Although this was a good plan, Arthur knew he was 'playing a dangerous game' (he had been reminded several times by Gaius). If Gremian's men even got the slightest scent of them hiding in the forest then Camelot would be doomed.
Arthur had decided to make Elyan and Percival in charge of the citadel's army while he led the army outside of the city. He wished that the rest of knights and Merlin could have been here to support him but the king knew that they were doing very important tasks which could alter the outcome of this battle. The battle that Arthur knew that not even in a thousand years he would be ready for.
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Chained behind a wagon, Gwaine stumbled along forced either to walk or be dragged along. The knight was getting increasingly worried about the chances of his plan failing. For starters Morgana was very likely to get in the way of his plan and Gwaine couldn't bare if Morgana died of his behalf. There was also loads of major repercussions that he could face if the knight successfully managed to complete his plan. He knew he had make his plan work or else die trying. This may have been harsh but Gwaine knew what was at stake if his plan failed. He'd have to keep going.
After a while Gwaine grew bored of just trudging along behind the wagon; no one paying attention to him. When he tried to talk to anyone, they would just ignore him. To be honest Gwaine missed annoying Morgana most of all. He found it extremely hilarious to get Morgana worked up about nothing. Since Gwaine was bored and had no one to annoy, he decided to plonk his bottom on the ground and refuse to walk any further. To make this act more tragic and exciting, Gwaine decided to start rolling on the ground to feign dying. By refusing to walk Gwaine managed to slow the pace of the wagon. Soon the Saxons came over to Gwaine to investigate the problem.
"I'm dying," Gwaine pathetically moaned restraining a laugh. Cautiously, the Saxons approached the knight and pointed their weapons at him.
"Our money," a Saxon gasped. "A thousan' gold coins gone. The knigh' can't die 'cause it't jus' a waste of the gold we could get."
The Saxon beside him nudged him and said, "I don't think 'e's dying. 'E is more heartbroken 'cause 'is girlfrien' will die or sumthing. The stupid knight is jus' worried abou' 'is girlfrien'."
"IF YER DYING! THEN WE WILL KILL YER GIRLFRIEN'!" roared the cleverest Saxon. Fortunately, even the cleverest in this particular group of Saxon was not particularly bright,
"I am not dying," Gwaine hastily said very quickly. He also sat up to show the Saxons that he was not scathed or ill in the slightest. "I am just suffering from applesia."
"Wha' sor' of disease is applesia?" the clever Saxon asked.
"Isn't it obvious," wondered Gwaine. "It's when the human body begins to shut down because it hasn't had enough apples. Applesia is effecting me because I haven't had an apple in over four hours!" Gwaine hid a small chuckle caused by the Saxons' horrified faces. It wasn't as good as a reaction he'd get from Morgana but Gwaine was still having the time of his life.
"MOVE!" the cleverest Saxon ordered. "If you don't we will kill yeh an' yer girlfrien'." Gwaine thought about it for a minute before shaking his head and giving the Saxons a rather crooked smile.
"You will not kill me or Morgana. If you do you will lose two thousand gold coins," laughed Gwaine. He winked at the Saxon before climbing onto the wagon to check Morgana's pulse and see how she was. His heart leapt a mile when he could feel the slow faint beats in Morgana's pulse. Feeling how Morgana's cold Morgana was, the knight covered her in furs which were on the other side of the wagon.
"Where was I?" Gwaine frowned springing down from the cart. "Em... If you kill me and Morgana then your king will kill you. Gremian requires me and Morgana to lure Arthur into a trap." All of the Saxon's mouths dropped open at this and Gwaine's smile became even more radiant and joyful.
"Boss, 'e does 'ave a point yeh know," mumbled a Saxon to the clever Saxon
"YER WEREN'T MEANT TO TELL 'IM!" yelled the Saxon leader. Patches of his face were becoming blotchy because all the commotion he had landed himself was stressing him out.
"Perhaps if you were to give me an apple or two, three, four or even five I would be more willing to move," suggested Gwaine. He then slumped back down onto the ground and violently shivered. The further they got north; the colder it became. Soon, the group would have travelled north enough to come across snow. Although Gwaine did not know exactly were they we're travelling to, he wondered why? Obviously King Gremian would need them at the battlefield. After all the whole point of imprisoning them was to force Arthur to give up Camelot and his army. This act was cowardly but the best way to win the battle.
For an hour Gwaine sat on the hard ground refusing to move an inch. The Saxons were at a loss for what to do. They needed to get to Gremian's fortress but if Gwaine couldn't move than it would be impossible, King Gremian had shouted at everyone to only give the potion to witch as it would kill everybody else. The Saxons had no intention on losing any money or indeed their heads so that was not an option.
After another hour of waiting, the Saxon's decided to resort to their final plan. This plan consisted of literally dragging Gwaine along. Of course Gwaine had no intention of being dragged along so he stood up and walked behind the wagon. Basically two hours had been wasted when the problem could have been solved by the Saxons not even paying attention to what Gwaine was doing. The knight laughed at the stupidity of the Saxons as he sauntered along behind the wagon. Wondering what other commotion he could cause, Gwaine had another brilliant idea.
...
As Merlin frantically rode back to Camelot, something began to prey on his mind. It came to a point where he just couldn't ignore this irritating feeling so the young warlock reined his horse in to a halt.
" O Aithusa, e male so ftengometta tesd'hup'anankes!" Merlin fiercely called. He impatiently waited until he saw a dot in the distance coming towards. Then Merlin swiftly dismounted his horse to see Aithusa swooping towards him and landing gently on the ground.
"What is it Emrys?" Aithusa viciously snarled. Merlin was startled by her fiery personality and vicious actions. He took a couple of steps back from the apparently unstable dragon and grimaced at Aithusa.
"I want you to promise me that you will take care of Morgana," Merlin firmly ordered. Aithusa flapped her wings in surprise at the young warlock's command. Out of all the things she had been summoned for, Aithusa had not expected it would be for this.
"I will do all it takes to keep Morgana alive," promised Aithusa. "It is my duty; the reason I was born. But why do you ask this favour? You hate her." Merlin uncomfortably shuffled his feet trying to think up a suitable explination to answer this. Aithusa was right how could he one minute hate Morgana and then be asking for her to be kept safe from all harm. As Merlin paused, at loss for what to say, the young dragon gazed at him in disbelief. Aithusa just couldn't put her claw on why Merlin had asked her to protect the last high priestess. It neither made sense nor added up to anything.
"You are wrong Aithusa. I have never hated her; I could never hate her. True, she does try to kill and all my friends but I don't hate her. She does what she thinks to be right. I don't want her dead, I..." Merlin hesitated for a minute staring at the ground with a melancholy look upon his face. "I just want her to become the person that I once knew." Unexpectedly, fire shot out of Aithusa's mouth aiming straight for Merlin. Merlin rose his hand in defence and managed to block the fire with a magical force field. Then Aithusa began to approach Merlin with a bloodthirsty look upon her face.
"Nun de ge dei s'eikein kai emois epe'essin hepesthai!" commanded Merlin. "Why do you do this?" Aithusa pitifully cowered back a couple of steps, the rage still seething through her. She sorrowfully looked at the ground and spread out her wings.
"With you alive the old ways cannot be restored," growled the young dragon. "Arthur shall never bring about an age of magic. That is just myth and that is all it ever will be. Morgana will bring back the ways of the Old Religion." Abruptly, Aithusa took off and soared away into the sky leaving Merlin extremely upset. After all he had saved and hatched the egg which had become this savage but pitiful creature. It was all his fault.
Mounting his horse, Merlin remembered the rush he was in so he clicked his tongue and kicked his heels into the horses side. Soon they were galloping through the narrow gaps in between the trees. Although the poor horse couldn't go any faster, Merlin kept on urging him on even faster. Merlin now feared for his life at the speed they were going at but the great sorcerer kept on pressing on.
Finally when night had truly arrived, Merlin galloped across the bridge as fast as lightning. The guards tried to stop him but they couldn't. Merlin was nearly flung off the horse when he drew it to a sudden halt. He leapt off the horse and didn't bother untacking it or anything. Basically, Merlin just released the horse on the loose and hoped that it wouldn't go on the rampage and disturb anyone. He set off at a full fledged sprint to the King's chambers but surprisingly didn't encounter any guards or knights; perhaps they were busy preparing for the battle. Literally, Merlin wrenched the door to Arthur's chambers off it's hinges when he opened it.
"ARTHUR?" Merlin shouted. Arthur's chamber were deserted and the fruit was in the early stages of begining to not be edible. The warlock turned around to see Gaius sauntering into the chambers.
"Merlin?" Gaius gasped. "Where have you been? The quest was only meant to last a couple of days."
"Long story. Where's Arthur," Merlin hurriedly inquired. Gaius raised his eyebrow and looked stressfully into Merlin's eyes. Merlin could barely take the apprehensive long pause that Gaius made.
"Arthur's gone to battle but before you go after him promise me that you'll be careful," Gaius warned.
"You know me, Gaius. I'm always careful," Merlin replied. Striding over to Gaius, Merlin swiftly embraced him before striding out of the room.
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Her body was numb and she wanted to move. She couldn't. It was psychological hell. She was forced to gaze at the same things for hours and wasn't able to close her eyes. This was a totally new sensation; a sensation that she never wanted to feel again. It was a frustrating sensation. It was a annoying sensation. It was a sensation which had almost scared the life out of her. At first she had wondered if her body was in the process of shutting down. It would have to be a very slow death as she did not feel any worse than she had been a couple of hours ago. Yet, she was still scared. She was going to carry on fighting. It was in her blood. She was a born fighter and nothing in the whole of the world could change that!
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