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"You what?" Merlin asked.

"I told them I'm a witch." Morgana shrugged. "They seemed fine with it."

"I hope you're right." He rubbed his forehead. "Fifteen centuries and you're still so unpredictable."

"I try my best."

"Where is she?" a boy asked, seeing that class was about to start. "She didn't get sick, did she? Wait, does she get sick?"

Morgana teleported into the classroom. "Good morning, everyone." She saw a boy's arm in a cast. "Jacob, what happened to your arm?"

"I broke it at football practice." His eyes lit up in realization. "Could you fix it?"

She frowned. "I'm sorry, but that might expose me. It would take over a month to heal on its own. What I can do is make it a bit faster." Morgana placed her hand on Jacob's arm.

"Thanks."

"You're very welcome. Now, let's begin. What's nice is that since I'm covering King Arthur, this is technically on topic. Does anyone have questions?" She pointed at a girl who quickly shot her hand up. "Yes, Sylvia?"

"Weren't you going to tell us about Odin?"

Arthur sighed. "Odin wants war. You know, it's at moments like these that I'm reminded we're total failures as Uther's children. Neither of our marriages have produced an alliance with a neighboring kingdom." He broke out laughing. "Hey, I kept a straight face for longer than I expected."

Gwen frowned. "I was this close to slapping you."

"So, what do we do?"

"I can… talk him out of it." Morgana shot fire at a suit of armor, missing it by inches.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "You magic users, always showing off. I should just ban magic."

"Then I'll have to become queen and reverse the ban." She levitated Arthur's crown on top of her head. "Oh look, I'm queen now."

Arthur snatched the crown from Morgana and put it back on. She pouted. "That was my shortest reign yet."

"I have no choice." Arthur put on a somber expression. "Morgana, for your treason I sentence you to follow George around for a day. You cannot use magic. You will serve your sentence tomorrow."

Morgana scoffed. "Then who is going to guard you against assassins while Merlin is talking to council members who are just as boring as George?" She gestured to guards who had taken her presence as an excuse to nap.

"Fair point. I retract your sentence. It's your fault, you know, you distract me so much that I fail to notice when guards are sleeping right under my nose."

She hadn't thought before about how fun it would be to get a rise out of the impossibly stoic George. Morgana made a mental note to herself to play a few magical pranks on him later. "You fail to notice when your servant has magic right under your nose. Was I distracting you then, too?"

Arthur groaned. "You'll never let me forget that, will you?"

"I'm going to Odin's kingdom."

"Are you going alone?"

"You can send a procession with me. I'll tell them I'm teleporting them so we don't take three weeks to get there. Some of them will run screaming back to their homes saying they don't want me to use magic on them. Then I'll teleport the rest, Odin's men will ambush us saying we're trespassing on his land, I'll kill them all to save your men, hide the bodies, then march up to Odin's castle. Or I can go myself and it will be so much easier."

"Go ahead."

"Maybe the fire is too bland. How about this?" Morgana pulled out a snake, causing Gwen to jump back.

"That was in your dress?" Gwen asked, astonished. "I don't care if I'm not your maidservant anymore, I'm checking all your dresses so you don't give anyone else a heart attack."

Morgana pulled a snake out of her hair. "I'm afraid you'd have to do better than that."

"You're right, I'm getting Merlin to check you and your whole room for snakes. I want him to turn the whole thing upside down."

"Oh! Now I know what I'm going to do. Thanks for the idea, Gwen!" Morgana enjoyed the horrified expression on Gwen's face as she tried to figure out how exactly she had given the witch an idea and how many people were going to die.

Later that day Morgana stormed into Odin's castle, knocking aside any guards she encountered. It wasn't long before she came face to face with Odin.

"I swear, your security is worse than Camelot's, and that's saying something. Most of your guards won't even get here for another five minutes."

Odin thought he had the most terrible luck. I thought I put my best guards right outside the throne room, and they were absentminded enough to just let this woman slip inside. "I concede my guards are not particularly alert today. Is that all you came to tell me?"

"I heard you're declaring war on Camelot, is this true?"

"Yes. I declare war on Camelot."

"Well, I have good news for you. Camelot's army has already arrived, so we can finish this quickly."

Odin peered out a window. "I see no army," he growled.

"I am Camelot's army," Morgana declared. "Camelot's second army is probably keeping himself occupied by teasing Arthur until I get back, and Camelot's third army is busy preparing itself for a battle that will never happen. It's the most useless army. Don't tell Arthur I said that, or he'll say, 'Don't insult Camelot's fine fighting forces, Morgana,' and then bore me with a two hour long speech about how proud he is of them. He might spend a whole half hour on Elyan alone." She rolled her eyes.

Odin evacuated the castle at Morgana's request. He decided to humor her, seeing as how this madwoman provided plenty of entertainment for his subjects. A lone woman who had demanded to fight his army had elicited plenty a chuckle from his soldiers. They'd decided to make it a drill. A test of their readiness, with a sprinkle of amusement.

As his army marched out, the king remembered something. A while ago he heard Camelot was telling tall tales of harboring a witch who could command an army of undead and kill with a wave of her hand. It was a silly plan, but it worked, as it kept out kings more gullible than himself, Odin had thought. Now a voice in the back of his mind kept telling him it could possibly be true.

"Before we begin, I'll give you a demonstration of what happens to enemies of Camelot. I would know, I was one once. Some of you may believe I pose no threat. I wish to correct that misconception." Morgana shot a stream of fire straight upwards.

"Anyone who would like to leave may do so now." The more cowardly soldiers broke ranks. They were those at the back, who wished to partake in the spoils from Camelot without getting into any real danger. A fair number of crossbowmen were used to taking shots at the enemy before a melee began. They realized the witch might actually harm them in a fight, and so they deserted.

Over half the army remained. "Hmm, not bad." She pulled a snake out of her hair, which grew fifty feet long. "I will give you another opportunity to leave."

This time around four of every five remaining soldiers broke ranks. Most of the knights stood their ground.

Morgana began chanting. After she finished, Odin's castle had been ripped from the ground and turned completely over.

"This is your final chance to leave." About four-fifths of the remaining army deserted.

Morgana surveyed the remaining faces. Most had the eyes of men who had seen many battles, and she saw the scars from those battles. She was impressed at how fearless they were. Not just fearless, but loyal to their king. The promise of riches would not be enough to keep anyone here.

The witch glared at her opponents. "Let us begin."

"Wait!" Odin's panicked voice rang through the air. Morgana had done him a favor and shown him the best of his army. He could not send them to their deaths and simply watch. "I surrender!"

"Very well." She shouted at the men in front of her. "Let it be known that your king cares for his people, more so than a king who once ruled Camelot. I seek no concessions."

The king gazed at his castle. "If it's not too much to ask… could you please fix that?"

Morgana chanted once more and the castle righted itself.

"Ban magic?" Sylvia snickered. "How would he force you not to use it? Would he ask politely?"

"Actually, magic was once banned in Camelot. Arthur lifted the ban, but it took a while for people to accept it. Maybe I should have been a bit more helpful."

Morgana watched with glee as several skeletons hauled stone. The house was half built already. She ignored the panicked screams around her.

"Morgana!"

"Yes, Arthur?"

"I just lifted the ban on magic and am hoping my subjects will be more accepting of it. And that," he gestured to Morgana's undead construction crew, "is not helping."

The witch crossed her arms. "What? I'm building a house! Won't people appreciate that?"

"No one will want to live in that. They'll think it's cursed."

"Their loss."

"Morgana, people have been complaining to me all day about this. They think it's some kind of evil enchanted building."

Morgana collapsed the half-finished house. "Fine!" she huffed. "Go get Merlin, I bet he'll be happy to build the whole house manually."

She pointed at Adrielle. "Yes?"

The student smirked, her expression resembling Morgana's when she did so. "I'd like to hear about how Merlin won your heart."

"A lot of little things, actually."

Morgana skipped down the hallway, humming a tune to herself. "Morning, Gwaine!" she sang, flashing him a big smile with no hint of malice.

"Who died today?"

"Very funny, Gwaine." She sighed. "Merlin," Morgana said dreamily.

"Merlin died today?" Gwaine's face went into fake shock. "It seems being in love with Morgana is suicide, even for him."

Morgana glared at him but turned away and continued skipping.

Percival yanked Gwaine's arm. "She's in a good mood! Don't ruin it!" he whispered desperately.

Leon whispered to Percival. "Don't worry. Not even Gwaine could ruin her mood today." He marched down the hallway the opposite direction Morgana was going. Percival followed him to a window, where he gestured to an enormous display of stones spelling out "Morgana, I love you" surrounded by flowers.

Percival found Merlin walking out of the castle and slapped him on the back. "Merlin! You've done us a huge favor. We'll have to make it up to you sometime." He ran off, leaving a very confused Merlin.

"Gaius didn't approve of our relationship. He wasn't the only one, there was a dragon as well."

Adrielle sighed. "Oh, come on, now of course you have to tell us about that."

"Greetings, Kilgharrah," Merlin said.

"Why have you brought the witch?" Kilgharrah's eyes narrowed.

"The witch is quite beautiful. I thought you'd like the chance to admire her as well."

It was then that the dragon noticed Merlin's hand in Morgana's. "Merlin! You cannot abandon your destiny!"

"I wouldn't dream of it. My destiny would get steaming mad at me if I abandoned her." He gave her hand a squeeze.

Morgana returned the squeeze. "I hope I don't dream of it either, otherwise I'd have to find a way to prevent it."

"Tell me if you do and I'll get Kilgharrah to forge me a pair of handcuffs that will bind us together."

Kilgharrah's eyes grew wide in alarm. "She is the darkness to your light!"

Merlin grinned. "I've heard opposites attract." The two shared a deep, passionate kiss.

"I cannot watch this." The dragon averted his gaze. "Merlin! She is destined to betray you in an alliance of evil!"

"I could command him to watch."

Morgana smirked. "I've got a better idea. Let's give the old lizard what he wants. Hey! Kilgharrah!" The dragon turned his head to face her.

She gave Merlin a playful shove. "Unggh," he groaned as he hit the ground.

Morgana spoke in the most dramatic voice she could muster. "Yes! I have betrayed Emrys and now he is dead." She picked up a frog. "Behold! My alliance of evil! No one can stop Croaky and I from conquering Camelot!" Merlin lay motionless on the ground. The witch rolled her eyes. "I really didn't want to do this, but a wise old dragon said I have no choice."

Merlin opened his eyes. "I don't feel like staying dead, Arthur would miss me."

Morgana's face showed mock concern. "Oh no! Did I betray you too hard? Here, let me help you up." She extended her arm to Merlin, who took it and pulled her into a kiss.

She smiled. "If this is how it turns out, I should betray you more often."

"I'd enjoy that."

"She must have enchanted you!"

Merlin sighed. "Unfortunately, she has. She's so powerful, she didn't even need magic to do it."

"Now, my evil minion! Command Kilgharrah to eat grass!"

Merlin spoke in a monotone. "Kilgharrah, I command you to eat grass."

The dragon took a nibble of grass. He then glared at Morgana, who glared back. "Oh, did you want to have a staring contest?"

"We should visit Kilgharrah more often," Merlin noted. "I'm enjoying this."

Kilgharrah closed his eyes and shook his head, rubbing it with his claw. "I am not."

"Ha! I win!"

"The prophecies must be wrong. Merlin, I think you formed an alliance with her to betray me."

"We're almost out of time. One more. Daniel?"

"Hey, just curious, do witches really fly around on brooms?"

Gaius watched Merlin and Morgana pass by, their arms around each other's waists. Gone was the look of disappointment and anger that first crossed his face when Merlin brought the witch into his chambers for the first time. Instead there was only resigned defeat. He sighed, watching the two walk into Merlin's old chambers. Merlin had learned to bear Gaius' disappointment, knowing Morgana's would be a million times worse.

Merlin was the first to break the silence. "I requested Arthur not clean this out. It brings back some old memories. Back then I had to do all my duties as a servant and stop your scheming. I don't know how I managed."

"I guess that was hardly a fair battle."

"Hey, I turned out fine, didn't I?"

"Sometimes I fly around Camelot. I go to the training grounds, where I beat Arthur. I look over the villages, where people would smile at me. I look over the pond where I scared off a suitor Uther hand-picked for me by stuffing his hat full of beetles. It would be nice to have something to sit on while I'm up there."

Merlin tossed his old broom over to her.

"A High Priestess flying around with a broom? Really?"

"Oh, I forgot, the Lady Morgana is too prim and proper to do that. She should be flying around on a palanquin."

"As if." She flew out the window riding the broom.

Morgana tried flying out with a chair, but it felt awkward and unwieldy to her. She rather did like the broom, even if she looked a bit silly.

One day, when flying back into the castle, she found Merlin waiting for her. "Now that you've gotten used to it, I should tell you that broom was used to sweep Arthur's floors for a year. It's probably got his spit on it since I swept up a half-eaten sausage he dropped on the floor."

Morgana scowled. "I'll keep it anyway, since you gave it to me."

Sometimes, the citizens of Camelot would give her a friendly wave as she flew past them on her broom.

The bell rang. "Class dismissed. Remember, the homework is due on Friday."

Soon she was left alone.

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