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Emerald and Sapphire
A story by Christina Potter 09
Only the Beginning
Morgana reappeared with her dying sister in her arms and collapsed in the middle of the small clearing, the same little clearing Arthur had taken Gwen a few weeks prior, now the forest was dark, silent, as if in knowledge of the dying Morgause in her little sister’s hands.
‘Please… stay with me, do not abandon me,’ Morgana screamed again and again as she held the blond woman’s face in her hands, Morause’s eyes flattered for a few seconds and a faint smile was formed on her lips.
‘My little sister, I am so proud of you, of your loyalty, of your powers, you remind me of Mum,’ Moraguse said and that only made Morgana cry even harder, the raven haired woman’s eyes shone as if fire was lit inside the orbs and Morgause took a huge breath but Morgana’s magic didn’t seem to be able to conquer death…
‘I need you to stay with me, do not leave me, please, give me a spell, something to do for you,’ Morgana begged, she had none else, she had lost Camelot, her army, the Cup, her sister… she was all alone in the world.
As her hands held her sister’s pale face, Morgana’s emerald eyes fell on the healing bracelet. It had been weakened but it could work, she tried to take it off, having Morgause’s head rested on her lap but Morgause’s hand shot and stopped her actions.
‘Do not take that off you, not before I am gone, I am so sorry, I thought the way of fighting was the right way for us, for you,’ Morgause whispered and Morgana looked at her with a frantic frown, she couldn’t understand what she was implying.
‘The bracelet and my magic… helped a lot, I thought it was the right way to happen, I never knew… I couldn’t know… I didn’t want you in Camelot in any other way.’ Morgause went on and Morgana tried to ignore her and take off the bracelet, whatever Morgause had done with it and Morgana didn’t matter before death, they would find out a way later, now Morgana had to save her sister. She tried to take off the bracelet but the magical jewel didn’t move from around her wrist, magic was holding it on, when Morgana pulled at it harder off her she felt pain and saw her skin breaking and blood streaming out of it. She screamed in pain as she tried more but failed.
‘Do not take it off you.’ Morgause instructed in a small voice as Morgana burst into tears and abandoned the task, her bloodied hands held her sister’s face once again.
‘What have you done with it? Why it’s not getting off?’ Morgana asked desperately. Morgause only smiled and touched her sister’s flawless face.
‘It was for your own good, it was for you to be Queen, do not hate me, I loved you deeply, sister, I cared about you like our mother would, if not killed by Uther…’ Morgause said with effort and her eyes closed with a sigh that escaped her lips.
‘NO! NO! PLEASE!!! NO!!’ Morgana screamed again and again as she shook her sister in the mess of satin and silk they had made in the middle of the clearing, both dusty and bloodied from the crumbles of the castle and Morgana’s wrist that still bled. Morgana wailed in desperation as she hugged her sister the best she could on her chest, her blood streaming down on the blond locks of her dead sister and dripping on her red dress, forming dark spots.
The youngest Pendragon remained there, alone, in the middle of the forest for a long time, crying and screaming, mourning for the death of the only person she had in the world. Her cries were echoed through the forest, warning every living creature to stay away from the sorrowful sorceress.
The sobs were preventing her to breathe, shook her body and made her head spin. She clinging on her sister’s dead body that had turned cold and her wrist had finally stopped bleeding, yet it hurt very much, as if the bracelet was avenging her for trying to take it off her.
Furry filled her heart as she looked around her, in the far distance to her right, she could see Camelot through magic, she could see them all happy that she was gone, happy to be the winners, happy to have that monster, Uther, alive and back on the throne, next to him, Arthur and in her place by the throne, that traitor, that two-faced servant, Gwen.
Morgana screamed once again in furry and stood up, leaving her sister’s body to rest on the full of fallen leaves forest floor. Morgana looked around her desperate, she wanted to kill them all, she wanted to die next to her sister, she wanted to slaughter Merlin like an animal and have Gwen at the stake while Arthur watched before he could die by her own hands, she wanted to see her mother, find Avalon, be at peace.
She wanted so many things but as she run her hands in her long hair in despair she took notice of the bracelet once again, her arm was covered in blood, her hand too and the bracelet was oddly gleaming while it still caused pain. Morgana remembered her sister’s words, she knew Morgause had tried for her, that hurt the most, Morgause had died for her sister, she was the only person that ever sacrificed herself for Morgana.
She put her hand on the bracelet again and pulled, she whimpered in pain as the bracelet refused to get off her wrist. She tried again and again and the pain magnified while the blood started running again from her spoiled skin. She pulled again and again and she fell on her knees as with every passing second of her try, it felt as if she was moving a knife inside her own flesh.
With a final cry of pain, Morgana’s eyes filled with magical flames again and she tore the bracelet off her wrist, she breathed heavily and only then, through blurred eyes, she noticed that her blood was everywhere around her, her veins had probably been cut by the jewel, her wrist kept bleeding and she suddenly felt her strength leaving her as if air had blown it out of her. She fell on her back, the bracelet still close to her, fallen by her side while her good hand tried to stop the bleeding on her wrist.
The last thing Morgana saw was the starry sky and the trees’ tops as her eyes closed, and the truth was revealed before her in a dream.
Morgause was close to her bed, enchanting the bracelet and leaving it for her close to her bed.
Morgana finding the bracelet after having slept well for a long time, wearing the jewel immediately.
Starting to want to see Morgause, the feeling of knowing her somehow grows stronger and stronger while her hatred for Uther magnifies, makes her act more daring, makes her scream at her guardian.
She takes her distance from everyone, Arthur included, the man she knows better than anyone else.
He suddenly notices Gwen, Morgana’s maid and Morgana does not feel the worry and the scalding jealousy she expected to feel like when Arthur wanted lady Sophia.
She doesn’t feel the same satisfaction with Arthur’s jealousy over the knight that courted her. She doesn’t feel the same butterflies in her stomach every time Arthur took care of her, or even teased and fought with her.
She only feels devotion for her task to kill Uther Pendragon. She feels her life starting to revolve around death and destruction.
Merlin betrays her, poisons her, and her hatred magnifies, her desperation and pain, Morgause saves her and the bracelet is something forgotten on her wrist, along all the good times she had in Camelot.
Her year with Morgause proves itself both difficult and interesting, she meets acceptance and no fear but lacks of love and comfort. She misses Arthur, her friend, the boy who entered her chambers whenever he likes, the only one who ever did that. She misses her friends but every time her heart and mind goes there, the bracelet gleams and hatred and pain fills her heart, directs it back to the task at hand, kill Uther Pendragon.
She returns to Camelot, back to her place, and the bracelet by now gleams every night, to keep her mind set on hatred and revenge and blood. The bracelet turns her against Arthur as well, who up until then had nothing to do with what she wanted to achieve, and even if at first, she doesn’t want to harm him, the magic around her wrist makes her heartless in such extend that even Morgause is surprised.
In the brief time the bracelet is taken from her by the Goblin, Morgana feels alone and desperate, like a drug she searches for it and is relieved when Gaius is giving it back to her.
But even like that, she offers Gwen a chance, and she spoils it, and the bracelet turns even stronger.
And it works, she becomes queen, she becomes Morgana Pendragon, the Queen of Camelot, and her reign lasts only a week and a day as she falls, along her sister and their magic, Camelot is back in the tyranny of the Father, after the tyranny of the Daughter.
Pictures Morgana is not familiar with are shown before her eyes. Gwen and one of the knights, getting closer, even when she becomes crowned Queen, next to Arthur, even when this is supposed to be their happy ending.
Uther is nowhere to be seen and Arthur and Gwen try to rule, but more and more magical forces are sent against them. Merlin calls the Great Dragon and they talk as old friends, the young man even rides the beast, while his eyes lit and magic is performed…
A flash of Mordred’s face appears before Morgana’s eyes, he looks hateful, ready to take down Camelot at all costs.
Gwen and Arthur are getting further and further apart and the knight seems to get closer to the her, while Arthur remains oblivious of Merlin’s real self.
Arthur grows lonely, his dreams are full of her, Morgana, after long months, his mind goes to her and they’re full of longing and hatred and pain and care.
‘Wait, my dear love, wait until the right time comes, do not hold hatred for your sister, do not let that happen, she cared for you and only, like I did, like Uther tried to do….’ A voice is heard and through mist a beautiful woman is shown, next to a standing and smiling Morgause.
Vivienne and Morgause both smile at Morgana as they stand in Avalon and Morgana watches their airy forms hover above the lake with the countless little lights gleaming beneath them. They both smile at her, truly, warmly like every mother and older sister would do for the youngest child.
‘You have a lot of things to do, my dear Morgana, you have a lot of things to achieve, your crown is waiting for you, good and evil do not matter in this world, what is good and what is evil is set by the ones in power, and here, right now, none holds such power. Take your time, and when it’s to be done, go back to Camelot, back to the man you cared so much about, go back to where you belong and change Camelot to the place where Magic and Love can coexist.’
‘Please do not leave me alone,’ Morgana begged but her mother and sister smiled.
‘You’re not alone, dear child, you never were… and you will never be,’ her mother’s soothing voice said as her emerald eyes looked at the eyes of her daughter through the blond locks Morgause had inherited.
In another flash, they were gone, the image of a child was presented to her, with the same emerald eyes as hers and dark blond hair, crying in her hands while she stood close to her chamber’s window, as she looked around, Arthur was sleeping on her bed, his face peaceful even a bit older than of how she last remembered it.
Morgana opened her eyes with a startle, she gasped as she tried to stand up, still in her red dress and her eyes fell on the bracelet by her side, it was mostly because of it, it was mostly because of Morgause’s power. Her mind was full of questions, full of thoughts, as her heart full of emotions. She tried to recoil by looking around her, Morgause’s body was still on the forest floor laying cold and white, the bracelet by Morgana’s feet had changed, the once silver patterns now looked darker, as if it had rusted without the power that had preserved it around her wrist, as if it had stopped being fed by Morgana’s own flesh and feelings.
Morgana knew she had seen the past, the present and the future, her family had told her to wait, to take her time, to do things right this time, and she knew, she had to make that image of the child in her hands become true, this was the way from the beginning, this was the only way.
Her and Arthur’s child, the fruit of a love that had been taken down by people and magic. The fruit of incest, the fruit of the only two that could unite the magical and the simple people for a Camelot free of any kind of fear.
Morgana had been right to her words, this was only the beginning…
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