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)

17. Morgana Part 7

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She floats in a dark mist. The fog closes in around her. She cannot breathe.

Has she been poisoned again? Did Merlin decide to finish the job he started?

Suddenly, she can hear voices. One is the gentle voice of Gaius, the other a more authoritative tone. With an internal shudder of hatred, she identifies the voice: Uther.

Without warning, her hearing clears. "Morgana is my daughter." As quickly as it came, the clarity fades away. She sinks back into the mist, but the damage is already done.

She cannot awaken to scream her horror. She might as well die.

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