Old Enemies (ota)
The dreams were so vivid and real. Morgana could not be stopped and Arthur lay on the ground, dead. The faint sound of Morgana's victories laughter echoing in the halls of Camelot as Merlin stood by, useless to help.
When the young wizard awoke, he darted up quickly. He realized he had been sweating an his breathing was heavy, too. Running a hand through his damp hair, he looked around - his room in Haurvatat. It should have comforted him, but it didn't. He climbed to his feet and tried to take a shower, but even the comfort of a hot running shower did nothing to shake the feeling inside of him.
Not hungry, Merlin skipped breakfast and headed outside to the park. His eyes darted around as if he was sure Morgana would appear at any moment and threaten to kill him and everyone he knew. The image of the old Morgana here, the one wedded to Lancelot, seemed like a far away dream he couldn't see anymore.
The young man walked agitatingly along, trying not to freak out completely.
When the young wizard awoke, he darted up quickly. He realized he had been sweating an his breathing was heavy, too. Running a hand through his damp hair, he looked around - his room in Haurvatat. It should have comforted him, but it didn't. He climbed to his feet and tried to take a shower, but even the comfort of a hot running shower did nothing to shake the feeling inside of him.
Not hungry, Merlin skipped breakfast and headed outside to the park. His eyes darted around as if he was sure Morgana would appear at any moment and threaten to kill him and everyone he knew. The image of the old Morgana here, the one wedded to Lancelot, seemed like a far away dream he couldn't see anymore.
The young man walked agitatingly along, trying not to freak out completely.