Challenge 03
Female FanfictionDescription
The last fanfic challenge we had focused on Arthur and Merlin so here is a different one - you are only allowed to use the female characters. These can be any female character, whether they are main or not.
You can use any genre (including AU but not including gender!swap Merlin or Arthur because that defeats
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The only thing that
Morgana
Can see
Is
Dark curls
Small hands
Clutching
At a mother’s skirts
(something
she
no
longer
had)
The girl is bustled away
And she forgets her
The second time
The first thing she sees
Is
A smile
White
Cheerful
Against the smooth dark
Of her skin
(Morgana is lost
they are children
and she is lost)
The third time
The girl is introduced
(Gwen
The smile returns
full force
forcing
her
to smile back
though she didn’t know why)
(she never knows why)
As her maidservant
(Gwen)
The next hundreds
Thousands
Of times
They
Smile laugh talk bicker
Dress undress bathe
Whisper touch
Touch
Touch
(Love)
And then
And then
(The first time
She only sees the cold metal
At first
But
The helmet is cast aside
And all she sees is
Blonde hair
Strong hands
Resting
On her weapon)
(Morgana is found
they are grown
and she is only just found)
(But not by Gwen)
The last time
Gwen’s eyes
Are lined
With
Years.
Morgana
wonders
when
that
changed.
Gwen
doesn’t smile.
(Morgana is broken
they are old
and so, so broken)
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Title:Revenge is hungry
Character: Morgana
She thinks about the ramifications of her actions sometimes, but finds it best not to dwell on them anymore, it only does more harm. Her decision was made a long time ago, in reality it was made for her by others, and now the only paths that seem available to her are the one she’s on or nothingness, so she continues blindly ahead. Revenge is hungry, it burns in her and keeps her moving, but it also seems to have hollowed out her insides, leaving behind a bitter tasting husk now void of the sweet fruit it once held. Does she regret her actions? In the dark hours just before dawn sometimes she does; then the sun rises on another day and her hatred swells with the sun’s glow, burning away at her, twisting her thoughts, and she lets it-she needs it, as without it there is only pain and loss and despair…So she ignores the voice in her head that ( ... )
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That's my first one. ☺
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