Okay…so in my story Bound By Fate I mention a few times about how they dreamed each other's memories. I didn't want to put it in that story because it would be too long and I have too much more to do. But I thought it would be important to have these in there because I will refer back to them sometimes. During the month after she left Camelot both of them had dreams of memories that made them understand each other better and served to make their bond more intimate, but neither of them know that the other has had dreams like this.

They never explore the past very much in the series and I find that to be silly. I would have liked at least 1 flashback episode and with the amount of ridiculous fillers they had in the series they could have easily squeezed one in. They never tell us much about their childhood's except for the occasional snippet we get in an episode so I will give you all one.

This can be read solo, but should be read if you have read my other story, Bound By Fate. It will give more substance to both stories. BBF has sex in it, but it can be skipped over.

Anyway! This is my attempt at a mini-fic and there will be several more memories to come. I hope you all enjoy it!

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Merlin woke up in an odd space. Well one that he thought was odd and he looked around. The room was small with purple linens and a canopy above him that had an image of a knight slaying a dragon in a starry sky. But even as he looked around he felt slightly disjointed, as if he was only watching from eyes that were not his. He was only observing the life of someone else.

Merlin looked down at his hands, which were small and dainty and in the process saw his nightgown, pale lavender as well. Another look up and around the room he saw many toys and bright colors and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He would have shouted in alarm if he could when he caught the reflection staring back at him. Sea green eyes in a pale and small face with long black hair greeted him and he knew at once that this was not merely a dream, but a glimpse of the past, Morgana's past.

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Morgana looked around again, "Daddy! Daddy! Where are you? You need to read me a story!" She called out and a man came to the door. He was a large man, well tall anyway, compared to the tiny size of Morgana in her large bed. He had blonde hair and brown eyes and a big smile as well as a book in his hand.

"So impatient, my little dove. I had some business to attend to." The man crossed the room and sat down next to Morgana and enveloped her in a big and warm hug that suited his warm smile. "I'll always read to you, you know that."

"Forever and ever?" The small voice asked her father.

"Forever and ever, little dove. As long as you want me to."

"I'll always want you to, daddy, don't be silly."

"Oh really? I'm being silly am I?" Her father set the book down and attacked her, tickling her sides and making Morgana squeal and laugh as he pulled her into his lap despite her struggles, her long hair obscuring her vision. "The only one being silly here is you, Morgana." He stopped tickling her and she panted and giggled while she snuggled closer to Gorlois.

"Not fair, daddy." She panted out and reached over to grab the book with her hand. "What story will you read me?"

"How about Lludd and Llefelys?" He opened the book.

"No. I already know that one." She sighed and Gorlois set the book on her lap. Morgana lifted her hand and brushed her hair out of her face to set it behind her ear.

"Seven years old and you think you know everything, don't you little dove?"

"I do know everything, daddy."

"Do you now? How about…" Gorlois thumbed through the book, "The Dream of Macsen Wledig?"

"No. Tell me about the dragons! I want to hear about the dragons!"

"That's not in this book."

"I know. But I want to hear about the dragons, daddy." She told him imperiously and he looked down at her just as she looked up at him.

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Such a spoiled little girl aren't you?"

"Nini says I'm well-loved, not spoiled."

Gorlois booming laugh made Morgana giggle, "Nini needs to stop telling you those things, my beautiful little one." He picked Morgana up off his lap and set her in the bed, "Cover up and when you get ready I will tell you about the dragons."

Morgana quickly obeyed and Gorlois sat on top of the sheets beside her and she stared up into his face with all the devotion and love that a daughter had for her father. "Ready!"

"Alright then. Once there were many dragons all over the world. They came in many different colors and sizes and they were all beautiful. They could breathe fire and cast magical spells and heal any wound and were incredibly powerful. There were also men who could tame the dragons. They were called dragonlords and some say that they had the blood of a dragon running through their veins. What made them so special is that they could talk to the dragons in their own language and make them obey. And you would think that since dragons were so powerful then how could they be controlled?" He tapped Morgana's nose and she grinned up at him again, "Because everything has a balance, that's why. Good and evil, power for power, everything has an equal and opposite. If something doesn't have an opposite then it cannot exist. Now…the dragons were many at one time, but then they started being killed."

"Because of the Purge, because of the King." Morgana spoke up.

"Yes, because of the Purge they started disappearing until there was only one left. And he started killing off the dragonlords too until there was only one left and his name was Balinor. Uther had Balinor call the last dragon to him one day and he captured it and put it underneath the city."

"He sounds mean. The dragons were only magic and they shouldn't have been killed because they were magic."

Gorlois bent down and kissed her head, "I know that, dove. But Uther is a stubborn man and he wouldn't listen to anyone about it."

"You could make him listen."

"No, I can't. There is many things that you don't yet understand about the world and one day you will. Now, if you think too much you will never get to sleep."

Morgana pouted, "But daddy!"

"But nothing, Morgana. Sleep. I will tell you another story tomorrow night." Gorlois snuffed out all the candles around her room before waving to her good night. "Good night, little dove."

"Night, daddy." Morgana closed her eyes and Merlin opened his, greeted by the familiar canopy of Morgana's old bed.

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Merlin blinked a few times before sitting up. What had that been? IT was obviously a memory, because he was looking through Morgana's eyes, he felt her feelings of love towards Gorlois like she did, but he was only an observer. His arm started to burn again and he stretched it out, trying to relieve the ache. Morgana…she was such an innocent child and she loved her father very much. It would have been hard for her after he died to come to Uther, such a distant man.

Merlin rubbed at his chest again, the ache starting up again, the longing and the anger. She had only been gone a day and the wound was still fresh. The sunlight streamed through the window and Merlin knew that he had to get up, despite the urge to stay in bed all day. He threw off the sheets and went out the door while rubbing his head and thinking on what he had seen in her memory.

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Thank you for reading! And I would appreciate your feedback. This one was just a little snippet into Morgana's early life and the strong bond that Gorlois and Morgana shared when she was little.

Next up will be a memory from Merlin played through Morgana's mind.