Andan Wiðinnan Mín Sáwol

by RobinGoodfellow3927

Our deepest fears are the ones that pierce our very souls. The fears that invade our nightmares. The fears that invade our waking hours. (This story was called "Nightmares" before)

11. Morgana Part 1

I'm going to try something new: a series of nightmares. It will be several drabbles, hopefully updated every day, that all connect.

Up first: Morgana!

As always, IDOM.

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"Father!" The ringing of swords and screams of men and horses drown her out.

She has seen blood before, but she never gets used to the hell of battle. She looks around in terror for her father. Just as she spots him, a large enemy soldier looms above him with an upraised sword.

Being the only child of a knight, she has some training with a sword. She snatches one up and runs to Gorlois' aid, but he is dead when she reaches him.

"Morgana, Morgana!" The nine-year-old Morgana weeps in relief when she awakens to see her father alive.

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R&R, please. Also, I will accept suggestions for who else I should subject to a series of nightmares.

Special thanks to DeaththeKidKat, FireChildSlytherin5, and theflawintheplan for reviewing!