Okay, so a little bit of background on this one. I have a very close friend and her and I sometimes RP together as our favorite characters:. Freya and Morgana. This results in me having several plot bunnies about two characters who would normally never see each other. This one-shot concerns Freya, who has a very close history with Morgana– their friendship being so strong that they call each other sisters. It was just a quick jot down, but as always, they are protecting Arthur.

The walls were crumbling and Freya and Merlin stood hand in hand, barring the way to Arthur's chambers.

"It's over Morgana," said Merlin, "you'll never get to him"

"Really?" Her voice was snide as her hand trembled into a fist, causing more boulders to fall from the arches above them.

Merlin dove over Freya, knocking her to the ground to safety. Quickly they both got up and returned to standing resolute.

"Think about it, sister" Freya said, "is this really what you want?"

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Morgana laughed, angry and unhinged "you're asking me what I want?" What about what you want, Freya? Do you really want to abandon what is right, for a man? A man who would try and kill you without a second thought, if he thought you endangered his destiny? For goodness sake, the Dragon already tried to kill you! How many more hints do you need?" She brought down the rain of rocks again, and Freya looked into her lover's eyes.

"Run," she said, "I shall handle her"

"Freya, I'm not leaving-" she cut his speech short with a kiss.

"I love you! Go! I'll be right along, I promise!"
Looking worried the warlock's eyes seemed to burn into her soul looking for the truth. When he found it, he kissed her back tenderly, pulling away and running for the Knights.

"Oh, how sweet" said Morgana, her voice saccharine yet poison. "Is that what you betrayed me for?"

"I didn't betray you, sister. You took something from me." She pulled a circular golden locket from her dress that matched her own, and tossed it to Morgana, who caught it.

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The witch opened the trinket, knowing full well what was inside, and smiling for the briefest of moments, then threw it into one of the fires caused from the damage. Freya's heart stung as the green eyes glared back.

"I did not take that from you little one," she said sarcastically, "if I'm not mistaken, you are the one who gave it to me. You even have one to match." She pointed out her friend's necklace, purposefully trying to draw out the pain, but Freya only shook her head.

"You took something far more important from me, Morgana,"

"What would that be sweetheart?"

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Freya looked up, her eyes finally full of anger, glowing yellow, with rage. "Yourself!

EITNAITAE!"

With that, rocks came crashing down upon Morgana, and Freya dissolved into thin air, not wanting to watch. When she re-appeared at the door. Merlin was waiting for her, his arms open wide, but for once she did not want them. Her sister was gone. And she had made it happen.