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The dead leaves and twigs crunched and snapped under her feet, making the only sound that echoed around her. The cold wind blew sharply causing her to pull her arms around herself for a hint of warmth. When she stepped into a small clearing in the middle of the woods, the light of the half moon light her pale face for a second, before she brought her hands up towards her face. A warm glow washed over her. Her green eyes, turned to bright gold as a small fire sparked to life in her palm.
Only a few seconds after the warmth began to wash over her The wind suddenly picked up, and the fire was snuffed out. Not bothering to reignite it she lowered her hands to her sides. Seeing more use in trying to help herself stay balanced as the wind began to pick up speed and race around her. Her black hair blew around her in all directions, blocking her limited sight of the dark moonlight clearing. Once she pulled it from her eyes she could see who had joined her, with such a dramatic entrance in the clearing in the dark of night.
"Why do you wish to see me this time." Her voice was almost as cold and harsh as the late autumn air, that settled back around them.
"The time is almost upon us." His voice was all around her echoing in the silent night air and at the same time as a whisper in her ear.
The great dragon had lowered his voice, feeling the presence of the druid camp nearby. Morgana had joined with then almost a year ago. After she had been forced to make her sudden flight from Camelot. They had been the first people she had thought of turning too once she had fled her once home. She needed them to help her save Morgause, and they had, without question or agenda. They also seemed to understand that is was not just help for her sister that Morgana desperately needed. She had needed them. Their support and acceptance. Both of which they gave her too, asking the same in return. They helped her learn more about her magic, herself. She wasn't like her sister Morgause, her magic was different. Words of the old religion were not needed for her to cast a enchantment. Her magic came from from deep inside her, triggered by her emotions. If she channelled them, focused them directly into what she aimed them to change, create, influence. Then her magic was stronger than she would ever have expected she could be capable of.
"I told you before. I have no interest in your cryptic words."
The great dragon Kilgharrah lowered his head, setting his harsh, cold stare on the tiny dark figure in-front of him. He looked her right in the eye, as he coldly spoke. "I have told you. You may well be the deciding factor in the..."
"Future of Camelot, and Avalon. I know, and I don't care." Morgana met his imposing stare with her own.
It paled in comparison, and could quickly be squashed if he chose, but he could not help but find her attempt to stand up to him a little humours, cute almost. There was no time for such back and forth however. she saw the large dragon's nostrils flaring, like he aimed to breath the life from her with his fiery breath. She knew he wouldn't. If that had been his intention, to kill her, he would have done so long ago. She could not stop herself form flinching involuntarily however. He had called her to him. The way he had done to Merlin so long ago, for a more important reason, than to kill her. The prophecy he often spoke off, was by no means simple. It was open to interpretation, and he was now starting to worry that he had interpreted it in the wrong way. Her being dangerous, and not trustworthy, may have been because she wasn't fully aware of all that was going on, about Merlin and his destiny. Leaving her alone, having to make her own way, without all the facts. Who knows how different things would be now, if she had know the truth from the start.
There was much that he still kept from her. Merlin's magic was the main one. Knowing what she would do if she found out just how much he had betrayed her made this an necessity. Merlin and Arthur had to be protected, especially for the witch. His own critical role in her life so far was also kept from her. There was little she could do if anything to him. Morgana was still however not one to underestimate. Adding to the list of those that she would feel manipulated her by with holding information would only make her less likely to do as he wished He had called to her a few days after she had joined the druids, with the intention of simply seeing the witch who could be the ruin of Camelot for himself. When he saw her he almost didn't believe his eyes. There didn't seem to be anything that foreboding about her. She looked so helpless, vulnerable. He almost pitied her. For a reason he still couldn't fully understand, he gave her the power to help her sister, like he had given Merlin the power to save her.
When he had done this he to the opportunity to entered her mind, that was still trying to make sense of the ancient dangerous creature in-front of her very existence. He saw her past, felt her pain, but most clearly her hate. Such all-consuming hate could only come from a strong feeling of love to ignite it. They were more alike in nature than he would ever have thought. She knew what it was like to be helplessly trapped. To be more powerful, see things more clearly than the people around you, and for these gifts, insights to be treated with fear and hate. To be hidden away, shunned by the people you had once trusted. It was then he for the first time he questioned the ancient prophecy.
Morgana for her part seemed relatively calm about being the presence of the last dragon by now. Over time when he called her or on the occasion she called him, when Morgause took a turn for the worst, she began to feel comfortable with him. So comfortable she could now talk back to him like she was doing now. So despite to connection to anything that took her for simply who she was, she cared nothing for the shape that connection came in.
"You, Morgan Le fay..."
"I have done nothing to earn a name like that." A sadness tinged her words. "I also no longer wish to go by any title I may have had. Call me Morgana, and don't presume you can order me."
He had to smile at this. She had a lot of sprite, or was it arrogance. So quick to cut all ties to her old life and those left behind.
"Witch." His voice offended a little. sounding more like a gently scolding parent than a creature that that called for her death not long ago. "I have helped you in the past. When I could have not. Whether you choose to play your part willingly or not, you will play it. You have no choose. None of us do."
"I'm tired of people telling me what to do." He almost didn't hear her she spoke so softly
She stepped closer towards the dragon. So hers eyes where almost leave with his, as he lowered his head further closer to her. Not wanting to miss a word. Her face slowly crept into a evil performed grin, her eyes, glowed the tiniest bit gold in the evening light.
"I will have my revenge on Camelot. On Uther, Merlin and Gaius. But in my own time. Camelot is built on lies and fear, it will fall. I will the night when I will dream of its fall." Her smile slowly began to slip. "I'll wake up crying. Tears of joy."
A cold smirk, like the ones her face grew so used to falling into over a year ago, crept across her face. As she quickly turned her back on the last great dragon, and walked away. There was no hesitation in her movements, no fear. He could have done any number of things to bring her back, or even kill her out of the anger he now felt wash over himself. The same deep, cold and almost unquenchable anger he knew too washed over the witch. He did none of these things that quickly played through his mind. His face then fell into a smirk to match hers. It was always humorous to him, to see people acting like they had any control over anything, when they didn't. In a way he almost pitied her a little more for how hard she was trying to act as if she had any really control over the part she was destined to play. He simply let her walk away. Quickly becoming invisible as she faded into the dark woods. Only for now though. After all there nowhere she could wake to, that would take her away from her fate, her destiny. There was just no walking away from that. What was coming would catch up to her soon enough, no matter how she hide from it.