Thank you guys so much for reading the story and alert and reviews! I can't stop smiling! It's kind of weird to know that people actually take the time to read my stories, let alone like them and ask for more! I'm going to make sure I try and upload once a week, or weekends if I get a chance! But when I have coursework and things I'll post two extra chapters for some weeks. Anyway, enough about me babbling, let's get on with the story. (Sorry the last chapter was so short!)
When Morgana was 10, she fell into the lake, on the outskirts of Camelot.
"Hey, race you to the lake!" She had challenged Arthur, and giggling on their horses, they galloped down to the lake. "I Win, I win, I win!" Yelled Morgana, Arthur shouting "Did not! Did not! Did not!"
"Tell you what; we should dare each other to do something, that'll decide the winner!" Morgana said delightedly "I'll go first. You have to go around the castle with Uther's underpants on your head!" She laughed with the genius of her plan. Arthur went white, and shook his head. "No way! Only if you swim in the lake first!" he said, pointing to the icy waters. Morgana's eyes narrowed and she looked at Arthur's smug face to the cold, dark water. "Fine" she said, and Arthur's mouth dropped open. She pulled off her cloak and dress; luckily she had a nightgown underneath because it was so cold. Slipping her shoes off, she dipped her bare tow into the water. She almost gasped at the coldness, but bit her tongue, making out that it was no big deal. She was vaguely aware as she waded in how stupid this was, all she could think of was the embarrassment of turning back to Arthur, him gleeful over his victory, not to mention seeing his perfect blonde head in Uther underpants! She felt the icy water crawl up her thighs and she gritted her teeth. Behind her, Arthurs face frowned. He didn't really want her to put herself in danger, but Morgana was always so determined.
As the water came into her stomach, Morgana closed her eyes, hardly being able to feel her legs. Then, taking a deep breath and squeezing her eyes shut tight, she plunged into the murky depths below. She gasped, the water going into her mouth and lung, and she surfaced, coughing and spluttering. How did she become so far out? She started to kick her way back to Arthur, when one of her legs cramped up. Crying out, she was dragged under the water, taking another mouthful of the dark water. She didn't even know what was inside this lake. Perhaps a piranha or a dead body. She shivered, trying to push scary thoughts out of her mind and concentrating on swimming. Her arms were becoming heavy, and she was finding it hard to think. Was she swimming in the right way? Oh yes, there was Arthur. Upon seeing Arthur, she sighed happily, and sank under the water, and didn't come back up.
Seeing Morgana disappear under the water, Arthur panicked. He yelled her name, and then threw himself into the water, swearing words he knew he shouldn't be saying at 11 years old, even though he was technically 12, in a month anyway. Teeth chattering, he thought of Morgana, her pale face, her long, flowing inky black hair tumbling round her shoulders in waves. The way she would never back down without a fight, her clever retorts, the way she could look so beautiful she stunned all of his friends speechless.
Diving down, opening his eyes and trying to squint through the water, he looked for her, his mind going crazy. In the corner of his eye he spotted something white, the nightgown. Morgana's eyes was drifting in the water, half scared, half- peaceful. He swam towards her, and grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the surface. Luckily she was light, and they surfaced quickly. The water seemed to be scalding hot one second, and then freezing the next. Arthur's breath came in short, harsh gasps. Dragging Morgana's body to the ground, he laid her on her back carefully, her face towards the sky, eyes closed. He pushed her chest five times, and put his lips over hers. It wasn't what he expected, as her lips were soft and warm. It wasn't much of a first kiss, considering it was CPR. He blew air and saw her chest rise, then pushed her chest, panting and exhausted, he cried out "Come ON, Morgana!" and she spluttered out water, coughing up her lungs, then drew in long breaths. Tears welled up in Arthur's eyes as he pulled her towards him. She clutched at him desperately as he cradled her, and slowly rocked as his press his lips to her hair once.
Uther was mad for them for two weeks, but that night Morgana slipped into Arthur's room. He jumped up, startled, seeing the white figure. She silently came to his bed, and they lay together on the bed, falling asleep holding hands.