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[Tom is outside, in his long black coat, staring down intently at a gravestone. He has been there for close to three hours, his green scarf fluttering in the wind as he tilts his head, to read the name once more. No matter how many times he reads it, it does not change --

Merope GauntHe has been told that if he stays long enough, he will see

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[ The air was not clear.

It was packed with something, magic? Souls? Who knows.

The city transformed itself into a mass graveyard. A city of the dead.

How quaint. And oddly fitting.

In Camelot, some would say the Lady Morgana had a talent to move about without a sound. A gift that had perfected from childhood. But even she went somewhat noticed these days. After all, she wasn't a ghost.

To some, she'd look as if she belonged in this atmosphere. A lady of pale skin and dark hair, covered in a hood and a cloak that dragged behind her. She was white and black and crimson red.

Perhaps this, too, will one day become part of her myth. Morgan Le Fay, she had heard that whispered here and then.

Morgana Le Fay, she's insist, if they had to. And she wasn't too disturbed today, though the next day, she will look convincingly so. She'll cry and throw herself at the tomb and shut herself in her room and look weak and fragile

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News from home, of a sort? [ well Uther's is. ]

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Every person from my world here is from the distant future. Yet no one wants to tell me anything.

Aggravating.

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[ Her laugh is ironic and somewhat bitter because, oh, she knows. ]

I still know nothing of Camelot the way Arthur and Merlin experienced it. I know not of what happened. All I know is that at some point -

[ has she killed Uther? perhaps that was it all along ]

I left. And they cannot understand why.

[ but she can, and it's ironic to her since of course they can't. ]

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People who don't see the truth never will.

[Tom glances at her again.]

Though it surprises me Merlin cannot see it.

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Merlin - Merlin never told me. I never knew he has magic until this place. He did not trust me. He still doesn't, even though he tries.

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Then do not trust him in return.

[Quiet, mild, unforgiving.]

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I - we are the same, me and him. We have the same powers. We both hide - I - don't understand.

[ why didn't he tell her. ]

Arthur accepts Merlin. Me he will never accept. We are the same, yet I - I'm the bad side of the coin.

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Perhaps you need a better choice in friends.

[Somewhat quietly, but the words carry a large amount of weight.]

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-- Perhaps.

[ A quiet agreement. ]

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If it's any consolation --

[Tom flicks his wand to dispel some of the fog.]

-- I think no less of you for what you are.

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You know who I'll become. What I'll do.

[ Not a question. ]

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Have you ever asked whether or not your leap to greatness was necessary, Morgana?

[Not Lady Morgana. Not now. The tiniest inkling of connection.]

To change it. To have people see truth.

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[ she looks up since greatness sounds better than evil. ]

I think I may have killed the king.

[ no. Correction. ]

I think I used my magic to kill the king.

[ and she knows what that means. High treason, betrayal, schemes and murder. She killed her patron. His ghost looked heartbroken. Asked her why. Told her there was still a way.
But Uther's ghost knew not of her magic or of the fact she spared his life once. ]

There was no other way.

[ she hurts but it's hard to be sorry. ]

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I believe you.

[His voice is soft, quiet, and free of judgment. A near amount of understanding, even.]

-- he sounded like a tyrant.

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He'd see us all beheaded. Me as well, his beloved adopted daughter.