This is my first story. Ever. So please be nice :) Any comments and suggestions are openly welcomed.

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Oh, and Merlin isn't mine.

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Screams echoed endlessly, a reminder of lost sanity.

She stepped over dead bodies, regarding them as though they had never really been alive at all. As though they had never laughed, cried or loved.

H-Had she really caused all of this?

She mentally slapped herself. This is exactly what she had wanted. This is all that they had worked for. Camelot has fallen. It was over. She should be happy.

But she isn't.

She felt sick. Why isn't she happy?

Somehow, this isn't what she had expected to feel. After all that had happened. After all she had done. After all they had been through.

"Are you happy now?"

She froze. She knew exactly who the voice belonged to.

The speaker continued.

"Are you satisfied?"

She didn't answer. She couldn't bring herself to respond. It was too difficult.

"You've finally gotten what your heart has so achingly lusted for all these years. You should be happy. Smile, Morgana. That's the least you could do. Or has your heart been so cloaked in the shadows that you have forgotten how it feels like to be happy?

"To love?"

She didn't wince. Those words no longer touched her heart.

….Or what was left of it, anyway.

Silence.

There was a long painful silence.

"What? You do not wish to shout to the world how you destroyed the home you've left behind?

"How you slaughtered thousands of innocents who are nothing but pawns in this sadistic game you enjoy playing?

"How you've killed all the people who've ever cared for you? Who loved you?

"Speak, witch!"

Morgana's throat was dry. But she spoke.

"After all these years, you're still playing the hero. Still trying to save the day."

She turned around.

"It sickens me how you still fight a battle you've already lost."

She smirked, against her better judgment.

"But I suppose…. What else would one expect of poor, naïve, clueless Merlin?

"Still meddling in things he shouldn't."

And in the corner of her eye, Morgana though she saw his eyes turn… golden, for just the slightest moment, as he breathed incoherent words silently.

Before she could even react, a powerful surging force threw her back.

She did not understand what was happening; only that her whole body felt limp... It was painful. She felt sharp rocks against her back. And her head….. She felt the blood gush freely on her skin.

Morgana boldly opened her eyes.

The last thing she saw was Merlin. But there were not tears of regret on his face. He was not struggling with fear and remorse, unlike when….. when he had poisoned her.

No. This time….This time his face was as hard as stone.

Then, everything went pitch black.

Morgana screamed.

She jolted from her bed, struggling to catch her breath.

She was sweating profusely, eyes widened in fear. She's shaken, terrified of the truth uncovered.

That explained everything. Why he was always conveniently where trouble was. Why he seemed to be everywhere Arthur was, as though guarding the prince with his life. Why he was the only one who knew what to do in difficult situations. Why he was the one who always thwarted her plans.

Why she felt a connection towards him.

Why she felt warmth in his presence.

Why she saw glow in his eyes

He was a sorcerer.

Merlin was magic.