Jedimasterawesome- A lot of Mergana (or teasing Mergana) in this chapter. I know you've been waiting a long time for it.

Junior Woofles- I like writing cliffhangers but hate reading them. Anyway this chapters ends on a mega cliff hanger.

"My name is Merlin." Merlin recognised the man as being the village's night watchman. Since Ealdor was no longer as safe a place as it had once been, the villager's had decided to hire to young men to watch out for danger in return for a shelter and food.

"Hunith's son?" the watchman inquired. "But who is this?"

"This is my friend Mae. I barely know her. You see she was a slave and I freed her." Merlin showed him the scars on Morgana's wrists and he winced at the sight of them. "I was out collecting supplies when I spotted Mae but she fainted. She's unwell and Ealdor was nearest safe place which I could take her to. If you don't mind kindly stepping out of my way." The watchman took a step back frowning at the witch.

"There's something oddly familiar about her," the watchman suspiciously stated. Merlin gulped and shrugged his shoulders unable to come up with a suitable story.

"Perhaps she looks like someone you know." The watchman still looked suspicious but strode off not even looking back once. Merlin sighed in relief. Although Morgana had only been seen by a quarter of people in Albion, rumour had it that she had ebony hair, pale green eyes and looked like a witch. This may of not been a lot to go on but yet people still managed to recognise her when they saw her. Cautiously, Merlin opened the door looking around for his mother.

"Mother?"

"Merlin?" Hunith called appearing from around the corner. "You gave me such a fright never d- Who's this?" Hunith frowned at the body in Merlin's arms. She recognised her but it couldn't be Morgana. Morgana was evil and corrupted.

"Morgana," Merlin frostily replied, carrying Morgana to the bedroom. "Arthur's fate is in her hands and so it seems that her fate is in my hands. If she has redemption then Arthur will live. If she dies or remains opposed to him then Arthur will die." Placing Morgana worriedly on the bed, Merlin glanced up at his mother who seemed to be lost thought. Hunith then bent down to examine Morgana who seemed to be to be writhing around slightly.

"She's dehydrated," Hunith announced pinching the skin on Morgana's wrist and checking her pulse. "Starved and exhausted. Her heart rate is alarming fast but it is probably due to her body being dehydrated and weak. Some water, food and rest and she should be fine." Merlin gave a sad smile for a minute but was relieved all the same. It was just getting sleep that was the problem for Morgana. She couldn't prevent her nightmares from occurring and Merlin had no idea where her healing bracelet was but he was certain that Morgana didn't have it.

"The problem is it may be hard for her to sleep because she has visions of the future which come to her in dreams," Merlin explained. "Can I leave her with you so I can gather some herbs to make her better." Hunith nodded, at her son. Smiling, Merlin picked up a woven basket and left his mother alone with Morgana.

Hunith watched her son leave the house as she dampened a fragment of cloth. She gathered a few ragged blanket and, in a motherly way, wrapped Morgana inside them. Tenderly, Hunith wiped the Morgana's forehead with the cloth. A coating of dirt and grime come of Morgana's brow. Hunith sighed at this. This girl looked nothing like Morgana. The Morgana she had known had been clean and healthy young lady. The girl in front of her was grimy, thin and tired. Hunith pitied her as Morgana writhed in her disturbed sleep. Life just wasn't fair.

...

Morgana was slumped on the floor of a cave. Only one person could save her and he loathed her right now. He was sure that she had completely betrayed her. Morgana trembled, there was no point worrying or hiding as her fate was sealed. Her fate had been sealed before the dawn of time. He was her destiny and doom, and there was nothing Morgana could do about it. Or was there. Morgana's face lit up with determination. It all became obvious now.

Blood was gushing out of Morgana's right leg but she clambered up and ignored the pain. In fact she plunged her hand into her wound and shrieked in pain. Her hand was now coated in fresh blood. Leaning against the cave's wall, Morgana brushed her bloody hand against the wall. The on her hand blood stained the wall and formed letters. Morgana dipped her hand back in her wound to finish off the two words. She fell backwards onto her back and could see her blood gleaming on the wall. Her blood tricked down the wall slightly but the two words were still legible and were-

SAVAGE MANOR

"No," Morgana grumbled in pain. "I have to continue."

The witch flung herself up drenched in sweat and heavily panting. Someone leant over her giving Morgana a fright. Instinctively, she blasted that person back. Morgana vaguely recognised the room she was in and stumbled out of the bed she had been in. She felt light headed and dizzy but nonetheless wanted to know who she had blasted back and knocked unconscious. Who had imprisoned her this time and got their comeuppance?

Gingerly, Morgana turned the person over to see that they were a woman. She frowned. The person seemed oddly familiar like she had been in one her prophetic dreams. Then it clicked. This woman was Merlin's mother- Hunith. Morgana panicked. She began to remember all that had happened with Emrys and Arthur being a coward. It seemed all seemed dazed like a dream.

"What have I done," Morgana cried to herself. Now that she had killed Merlin's mother, Merlin would surely give her no forgiveness and not hesitate in slaughtered her. In an attempt to save herself Morgana limped towards the door. She felt so nauseous that Morgana knew she would be sick if she dared opened her mouth. Morgana's head also pounded and made her feel extremely dizzy.

As Morgana hobbled out the door, she very nearly crashed into someone but her legs gave way and the man caught her. She looked up at his face and her worst fears were confirmed- it was Merlin.

Wrestling out of his grasp, Morgana dropped to the ground. Her vision of everything was blurred but she could tell that she was being sick everywhere. Since she hadn't eaten in over a day, she had brought up the acid which had lined her stomach. Her nausea was a vile green seaweed colour. It was everywhere. Luckily Morgana couldn't see it too well as she was hysterically crying. Within a second, Merlin had magically eradicated the nausea anyway.

"Morgana," Merlin tentatively murmured. She didn't look up at Merlin but continued crying. Morgana knew that she shouldn't be hysterical in any way as priestesses didn't get overly emotional. Exhaustion and weakness were slowly killing Morgana and she was mentally perturbed.

"Calm down," Merlin soothed. He then gently lifted Morgana, who was struggling, into the house. He laid her back on the bed before shouting, "Mother?" Then he spotted his mother lying on the floor. He immediately knew what had happened but instead of seeing to mother, he rashly grasped hold of Morgana's neck.

"I didn't mean to," Morgana protested, her face becoming a ghostly pale colour. "I thought she was going to kill me." Merlin eyes were filled with rage at Morgana but they were also filled with tears of sadness. It was hard to be furious at someone who looked so enervated and sad.

"M-My m-mother is the m-most gentle person anyone could ever meet," Merlin trembled. Every syllable of his words consisted of anger; frustration. Morgana was terrified and just let her tears splash down her cheeks. Merlin's face was inches away from hers. She could feel his warm, sweet breath against her frozen cheeks. They stood with their eyes locked. Although neither of them spoke, they both learnt a great deal about each other.

After a minute, Merlin released Morgana from his grasp and went over to examine his mother. Morgana flopped down on the bed like a puppet and guiltily checked his mother's pulse. He murmured an enchantment and lifted Hunith from the room leaving Morgana alone. Morgana didn't collapse on her on the bed and immediately fall asleep as she wanted to. She crept towards the door and watched Merlin tend to his mother through the crack. She didn't know why she cared if Hunith was dead or alive. Obviously, his mother was a good for nothing peasant much like Merlin.

Soon as Hunith regained her consciousness, Morgana had drifted into an uneasily sleep but was still slumped against the door. Merlin embraced his mother in relief and smiled. Hunith looked slightly dazed but nevertheless smiled in return.

"I'm sorry, mother," Merlin apologised. "I should have never brought her here. She is dangerous." He held his mother's hand and rubbed his thumb over her palm.

"Merlin," Hunith sighed. "Forgive the poor girl. She was scared, tired and unwell. When I made you jump when you were a little boy, you did the same although I was never knocked unconscious. Morgana's magic is a lot stronger than your magic was when you were five or younger." Merlin firmly nodded and his mother gave a smile of approval. Her son was growing up to be the person he was destined to be making her feel very proud of him indeed.

"It's just hard," Merlin mumbled. "She as good as killed Lancelot and is determined to hurt or kill my friends." He looked at his mother for reassurance but Hunith was too thinking busy thinking to notice.

"Have you hurt Morgana's friends or allies?" Hunith asked. Merlin frowned this and raised his eyebrows in question. The truth was he had killed Agravaine and as good as killed Morgause. Now it was becoming more and more vivid why Morgana hated him so much.

"I have," Merlin guiltily muttered. Hunith put an arm around him to comfort him. She didn't want to distress her son in any way but just wanted to help him understand.

"From Morgana's point of view, you are an evil sorcerer intent on harming her and her friends," Hunith explained. "Remember we all have light and darkness within us." It was finding Morgana's light which caused Merlin the problem. Her light was completely concealed by her darkness.

"Mother can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything." Merlin smiled, his mother had always been understanding and concerned.

"How do you know when your truly in love?" Hunith opened her mouth in shock at her son's sudden question.

"Your in love?" Hunith laughed. Merlin shook his head in disgust as though this idea was absurd. No one in their right mind would think of him as a lover. He had been in love with Freya for a short span but it was growing vaguer in his mind everyday. When Merlin had asked his question, he was thinking about what Kilgharrah had said and what Gaius had said a few months ago.

"It's just a gut instinct. You will know when your in love Merlin and it happens more than once. But when your truly in love, you know that you desire nothing more than your other half's happiness." A tear tricked down his mother's cheek making Merlin regret asking the question. He gave his mother a gentle pat before stretching and going to see Morgana. The witch was half asleep but sat up when she saw Merlin.

"Merlin," Morgana gingerly said.

"I am so sorry," Merlin apologised to Morgana's surprise. No one had generally apologised to her in a very long time and she didn't understand why Emrys would apologise.

"I still loathe you and want to kill you," Morgana snarled. Merlin softly chuckled. It seemed there was no changing Morgana's stubborn and troublesome ways even when she was exhausted.

"Even if you hate me Morgana, I will calm the beast that rages inside of you and I will do it as many times as I need to. I could never let you die; I would die for you," Merlin announced. Morgana felt slightly touched by his words but pushed this feeling away. She couldn't give in to the bane of her life.

"I don't know what your trying to do to me Emrys," Morgana hissed. "But I shall not be corrupted by you. You are evil and insane. You lies do not deceive me. If you have a real desire to save me, then do me a favour and jump off a cliff. Then I shall be saved from you wrath." Merlin rolled his eyes. Morgana seemed more with it than she had been previously. Memories were obviously stirring inside her and starting untameable flame in her heart.

"Just keep telling yourself that I am evil. I am not deceiving anyone. You are deceiving everyone and most importantly, you are deceiving yourself." Merlin then grinned at Morgana. The more he smiled, the more Morgana wanted to hate and kill him. However his smile was so genuine that Morgana couldn't ever hope to hate him. Morgana had fallen for his rogue but goofy grin and she hated herself for it.

"Nooooo!" Morgana yelped clambering to her feet. The adrenaline was pumping through her, urging her to run. She resisted fleeing and used all her energy to kick, punch and hurt Emrys. Merlin didn't try to stop her. He deserved the pain. After two minutes of thrashing out at him, Morgana collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

"I am yours," Merlin sighed to Morgana's confusion. "My heart, soul and very life belong to you." Morgana looked utterly perplexed. He was her worst enemy. How could his heart and soul be hers? It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense. All she had seen all her life was people trying to kill each other. Morgana wanted peace. She was shattered.

"Your not mine," Morgana argued. "I don't want you. I want you dead." Morgana didn't know if she believed her own words any more. She was exhausted and ill. To be honest, Morgana didn't care about what happened to herself anymore. Each day was more of a nightmare than the last.

"I am yours though, Morgana. You cannot push me away. I will do whatever it takes to protect you." Rubbing her ears, Morgana laughed to herself. Her mind was playing absurd tricks with her. There was no way Merlin could have said that.

"Because poisoning me is protecting me," Morgana softly hissed. "If you want to protect me, then go and jump of a cliff. You are my doom and-" Morgana cut herself off here. She had revealed too much and would be forever doomed now. Merlin glanced her with vague interest although he was intrigued by what he had said. None of then spoke another word to each other.

Morgana fell in a deep slumber as soon as her head hit the pillow, but Merlin couldn't sleep. Instead he watched the steady rise and of Morgana's chest and listened her breathing. Her consistent breathing reassured Merlin as he tried to find a comfortable patch on the ground. Now that he had luxury of a bed in Camelot, it was hard for him to get to sleep on the hard ground. He tossed and turned but still found himself wide awake. There was too much for his mind to process. Every time when Merlin felt like he was beginning to understand Morgana, she did something unexpected putting him back to square one.

"It was the same, Merlin; it's always the same. A blood red sky and battlefield and you are about to kill me and he's dying," Morgana subconsciously cried. She was still half-asleep and not with it. In her mind Morgana was in Camelot with those she held dearest. Merlin longed to comfort the hysterical Morgana. He longer to hold her trembling body into his and promise her of his eternal protection. Unfortunately Merlin could not do this. There were numerous trivial reasons for him not being do this such as Morgana's murderess attitude towards him or repercussions of someone seeing him comforting her. Merlin didn't doubt that he could keep this promise. He had already promised himself to keep Morgana safe. No it was the guilt he felt which was the problem. After all, it was all his fault that Morgana was in this position.

Eventually, Merlin's sympathy for Morgana's hysterical distress got the better of him and he crawled into the bed behind. Wrapping his arms around her, Merlin buried his head in her hair. Morgana seemed to be comforted by his presence as Merlin felt her heart and breathing rate go down. Her eyes also began to droop and she fell back into a deep. Merlin closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Everything felt alright. It felt like Merlin had his Morgana back but inside he knew he didn't.

When Hunith entered the bedroom to see how Morgana was feeling, she found Morgana and her son fast asleep together on the floor. Merlin protectively wrapped around Morgana. Hunith smiled at the sight as she quietly shut the door; it wasn't too hard to know who her son was in love with.

...

For the rest of the night Morgana slept soundly but she found herself wakening rather early. Yawning, she pulled herself up into a sitting position. It was then the witch remembered what it had happened. It was ludicrous; unreal. Merlin couldn't of saved her life. He hated her. He loathed her. He sought her dead. He sought her hurt.

"Merlin," Morgana snarled. There was no response just a somber silence. "Merlin! Emrys! MERLIN! EMRYS!" Morgana heard a shuffling of feet from the room which adjoined the bedroom. She needed to hurt Merlin.

The door squeaked open but to her surprise it wasn't Merlin but Hunith. Her frosty green eyes narrowed at the sight of his mother and her body curled up in fear. Morgana didn't trust anyone and flinched at every loud noise or person that appeared. Torture and imprisoned had made her wary of everything. Even though she had been liberated for a few months, Morgana couldn't deny her fear of other people.

"Are you feeling better?" Hunith asked. Morgana kept her eyes fixed on the older woman and didn't reply. She was silently working out how much of a threat this woman posed to her. In the end, Morgana decided the threat wasn't big but still was stiffened and wary. Hunith noticed Morgana's tense and fearful attitude towards her. The older woman immediately felt sympathetic towards Morgana as no one had ever been ever afraid of the gentle Hunith.

"Merlin should be back soon," Hunith explained. "He went out to collect some firewood." Morgana once again was silent making Hunith feel uncomfortable and intrusive. "I'll leave you to rest. Call me if you want anything to eat." To Morgana's relief, Hunith left the room shutting the door tightly. Morgana had been longing to scream, yell or hurt the older woman- she was Emrys's (her destiny and doom's) mother. Fortunately, Morgana had enough self control to restrain herself from doing anything to hurt the older woman. Emrys would kill her if she purposely hurt his mother. He was too overprotective about people he loved.

Morgana stayed in the bed the whole morning flitting in and out of sleep. She was too weak to bother running. Even though Morgana was enervated, she felt somewhat restless. Perhaps it was because she had been trapped in one room for so long.

At around midday Merlin returned home conveniently forgetting the firewood. Morgana heard his mother giving the most powerful sorcerer ever a row. Since Merlin hadn't collected any firewood, he had to up to no good. This terrified Morgana especially when she heard his footsteps drawing closer to her. Pulling the ragged blanket over herself, Morgana feigned sleep. She heard the door open and Merlin come in. Her body tensed as she heard the door shut.

"I know you are feigning Morgana. Sleep doesn't come to you this easily," Merlin slowly said. Opening her eyes, Morgana stumbled to her feet.

"You are right, Emrys. But I do not give in this easily. I am leaving." For a moment Morgana glimpsed fear flashing across Merlin's face but the fear was gone as soon as it came.

"And you think you'll live to tell the tale," Merlin worriedly said raising an eyebrow. Morgana frowned at a knowing glint in Merlin's eye. There was something peculiar going on.

"I have magic Merlin," Morgana silkily laughed.

"You can't walk anywhere though," Merlin pointed out. Morgana glared at Merlin making him shrug. "Please yourself but you are not leaving without eating an ample amount of food and I literally mean."

"Who are you telling me what to do?" Morgana hissed.

"I am your friend Morgana."

"And friends try to poison each other," Morgana chortled. "I'm warning you to get out of my way." Merlin stood up straightly with his feet routed into the ground. "Hleap on bæc." Morgana couldn't feel the magic instinctively flowing through her body or the usual golden glow in her eyes. It hadn't worked. Merlin should have been blasted against the hard wall.

"I am sorry Morgana," Merlin said. "Your magic is gone, for now."

"I hate you." To show this Morgana punched his stomach. She wasn't strong to hurt him and Merlin smiled at her.

"Do it again," Merlin encouraged. Morgana punched him again and again and again. Each time Merlin just laughed harder until Morgana got bored and kicked him in an incredibly uncomfortable place.

"OW!" Merlin complained. Morgana could feel herself growing more powerful and sweaty by the second. Even without her magic or any sort of weapon, she felt more powerful than the mindless idiot (which was meant to be a powerful sorcerer) standing in front of her.

"I am fire Merlin. Do not try and control me," Morgana roared. "Even without magic I have a stronger will than you will ever hope to have." Merlin looked at the girl he had held in his arms and comforted last night. Without her magic, Morgana posed no threat to him but still looked malicious and somewhat magnificent.

"Morgana, Morgana, Morgana," Merlin gasped. "I have never doubted how strong your will is but I am going to help you." The rage was building up inside Morgana making her feel like an untameable creature. She honestly felt ready to throttle Merlin right now and so she pinned him against a wall.

"I-I WILL G-GET Y-Y-YOU EMRYS!" Morgana trembled in fury. Merlin grabbed Morgana's wrist and tried to pull her out of the bedroom. She smacked his face.

"I am sorry Morgana," Merlin said massaging his cheek. "But it is time to find out exactly how much Arthur loves you." Morgana ceased trying to maim Merlin and froze on the spot. Arthur hated her, didn't he?

Teasing Mergana, was I? Soon readers (hopefully!). Anyway for the next chapter Merlin may be stealing one of his mother's dresses to dress up. It's the appearance of the funniest character in series 5.