Family fic
Title:Family?
Author: majorrogue
Pairing/Characters: Morgana, Nimueh, arthur/gwen
Summary: Morgana is plagued by dreams that may or may not be true
Authors note: I started this fic in June, but after seeing the new pics for episode 203, i thought i'd finish it. Be kind i've only written a few fics before and i'm not that good at it!!
It wasn't the first time I’d heard rumours about Arthur being in love, but this time there was the added information that he was meant to be in love with a servant. The woman I’d heard it from was talking loader than she needed too during a feast Uther was hosting for visiting dignitaries. I didn't see who she was but she seemed to know when I was near so that she could raise her voice load enough so I could hear her conversation. At the time I found it strange that Arthur would be in love with someone, and a servant no less, and not mention it to me, but soon I realise why that was.
I started having dreams where I was alone in the castle, completely alone, no servants, no guards, no Gwen, no Arthur. I would run around the castle looking for someone, calling out, getting more and more panicked. As the days went by the dreams stayed pretty much the same, except for a woman’s voice I could hear. She would repeat the same phrases over and over, "they've abandoned you" "they never loved you" "you're alone now" “they’ll take everything you care about" " you are not a part of them".
Then one night in my dream I entered the main hall and as I did the voice stopped, and at one end of the hall there were two figures, both with cloaks on covering their faces, at the other end was Arthur in the kings robes with his arm in Gwen’s. As I tried to walk towards them, I woke from the dream. I didn’t want to believe at the time that the dream was a premonition, but it soon became clear that it was. Arthur would ask Gwen for help in his chamber, request her help with his clothes and I would see them walking in the gardens together. I felt sick, why did they take everything I cared about from me? , Uthur had taken my father and now Arthur took Gwen, one of the few people I cared about in Camelot. And to keep it from me, to hide it?!! They had also started to keep other things from me as well as this, meeting certain dignitaries and lords, keeping me away from some military meetings, I used to be able to go anywhere I wanted, see who I wanted but now? If I wanted to see Uther I was turned away and Arthur seemed to always be too busy to even eat with me.
I then started having more dreams, a woman standing behind me whispering in my ear as I watch Arthur and Gwen in the gardens from my window: "why would he take her from you? He knows what she means to you? He could never stand to see you happy could he? He always wanted what you had" the garden would start to get dark, the trees and flowers would wither and the sky darken. It was true he knew how I felt about Gwen and yet he still took her, he would always take my favorite toys when we were children and hide them or break them. "But you have things he will never have and never take from you" as I turned to see her I would wake. I had the same dream again a couple of days later, the woman still stood behind me whispering poison in my ear, but this time in the garden just in front of Arthur and Gwen was a hooded figure, he would raise his hand towards Arthur "you have him" she would whisper and then of course I would wake. During these days and weeks my anger towards the pendragons and Gwen got more and more furious, they still had not told me about their relationship, and that infuriated me, she would no longer look me in the eye and in the end my temper snapped.
I said things I should never have said, especially to Gwen, I accused her of things I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t stop myself. She ran from my chamber in tears and it would seem went straight to Arthur, this did not help my temper. Some time later he came to my chamber and we argued as well. I could feel a heat inside me like i’d never felt before, it made me feel more powerful and more vengeful. Arthur eventually left as well slamming my chamber door behind him.
That night the dream returned, it was the same as before but this time as the hooded figure in that garden raised his hand towards Arthur a bolt of red lightning flew from it straight into Arthurs chest making him fly backward to the ground, Gwen running and kneeling at his side. All I felt at seeing this was sorrow at seeing Gwen crying, I cared nothing for Arthur or his love for Gwen. This time I was able to speak to the woman behind me, “who is he?” I asked. She took hold of my shoulder and turned me towards her, the hooded figure was now standing beside her. I knew her face; she had been at the castle before, when Merlin had been poisoned. She pulled the hood from the figures head “He’s your brother” she said. It was Mordred. Before I could do or say any more I, again, woke.
All morning I thought of the dream and what it meant, I had forgotten that I was meant to be greeting some Camelot citizens in the main square, being late did not please the king, but as he was ignoring me anyway it didn’t matter. Uther was in the middle of a speech with Arthur at his side and Gwen at Arthurs side. Uther gave me a look that his enemies would have ran from as I made my way to his side on the podium. But any thoughts of Uther’s wrath disappeared after I began surveying the crowd. There a couple of rows back were the woman from my dream and Mordred. I went to walk towards them but realised I had only just gotten there and it may not be a good idea, but at the end of Uther’s speech everyone began to scatter, I quickly left the podium to find them in the crowd. I caught sight of the back of them and followed them down an alley where they stopped and turned towards me.
“Morgana” the woman said “my lady” Mordred said bowing. “I am Nimeuh, and this as you know is Mordred” she said. I didn’t know what to say but luckily she did, “You are wondering if your dream was true aren’t you, if he is really your brother?” “I have no brother” I said looking at him, but to look at him we could very well be related, the dark hair, the bright eyes, but my father had died when I was 11 and my mother at my birth. But I felt something between us when I helped him escape Camelot all those months ago, like we were connected somehow. As I looked at him now and he smiles at me the feeling returns.
“Come with us sister” he said holding his hand out towards me, without taking my eyes off him I took his hand and we left Camelot.
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Author: majorrogue
Pairing/Characters: Morgana, Nimueh, arthur/gwen
Summary: Morgana is plagued by dreams that may or may not be true
Authors note: I started this fic in June, but after seeing the new pics for episode 203, i thought i'd finish it. Be kind i've only written a few fics before and i'm not that good at it!!
It wasn't the first time I’d heard rumours about Arthur being in love, but this time there was the added information that he was meant to be in love with a servant. The woman I’d heard it from was talking loader than she needed too during a feast Uther was hosting for visiting dignitaries. I didn't see who she was but she seemed to know when I was near so that she could raise her voice load enough so I could hear her conversation. At the time I found it strange that Arthur would be in love with someone, and a servant no less, and not mention it to me, but soon I realise why that was.
I started having dreams where I was alone in the castle, completely alone, no servants, no guards, no Gwen, no Arthur. I would run around the castle looking for someone, calling out, getting more and more panicked. As the days went by the dreams stayed pretty much the same, except for a woman’s voice I could hear. She would repeat the same phrases over and over, "they've abandoned you" "they never loved you" "you're alone now" “they’ll take everything you care about" " you are not a part of them".
Then one night in my dream I entered the main hall and as I did the voice stopped, and at one end of the hall there were two figures, both with cloaks on covering their faces, at the other end was Arthur in the kings robes with his arm in Gwen’s. As I tried to walk towards them, I woke from the dream. I didn’t want to believe at the time that the dream was a premonition, but it soon became clear that it was. Arthur would ask Gwen for help in his chamber, request her help with his clothes and I would see them walking in the gardens together. I felt sick, why did they take everything I cared about from me? , Uthur had taken my father and now Arthur took Gwen, one of the few people I cared about in Camelot. And to keep it from me, to hide it?!! They had also started to keep other things from me as well as this, meeting certain dignitaries and lords, keeping me away from some military meetings, I used to be able to go anywhere I wanted, see who I wanted but now? If I wanted to see Uther I was turned away and Arthur seemed to always be too busy to even eat with me.
I then started having more dreams, a woman standing behind me whispering in my ear as I watch Arthur and Gwen in the gardens from my window: "why would he take her from you? He knows what she means to you? He could never stand to see you happy could he? He always wanted what you had" the garden would start to get dark, the trees and flowers would wither and the sky darken. It was true he knew how I felt about Gwen and yet he still took her, he would always take my favorite toys when we were children and hide them or break them. "But you have things he will never have and never take from you" as I turned to see her I would wake. I had the same dream again a couple of days later, the woman still stood behind me whispering poison in my ear, but this time in the garden just in front of Arthur and Gwen was a hooded figure, he would raise his hand towards Arthur "you have him" she would whisper and then of course I would wake. During these days and weeks my anger towards the pendragons and Gwen got more and more furious, they still had not told me about their relationship, and that infuriated me, she would no longer look me in the eye and in the end my temper snapped.
I said things I should never have said, especially to Gwen, I accused her of things I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t stop myself. She ran from my chamber in tears and it would seem went straight to Arthur, this did not help my temper. Some time later he came to my chamber and we argued as well. I could feel a heat inside me like i’d never felt before, it made me feel more powerful and more vengeful. Arthur eventually left as well slamming my chamber door behind him.
That night the dream returned, it was the same as before but this time as the hooded figure in that garden raised his hand towards Arthur a bolt of red lightning flew from it straight into Arthurs chest making him fly backward to the ground, Gwen running and kneeling at his side. All I felt at seeing this was sorrow at seeing Gwen crying, I cared nothing for Arthur or his love for Gwen. This time I was able to speak to the woman behind me, “who is he?” I asked. She took hold of my shoulder and turned me towards her, the hooded figure was now standing beside her. I knew her face; she had been at the castle before, when Merlin had been poisoned. She pulled the hood from the figures head “He’s your brother” she said. It was Mordred. Before I could do or say any more I, again, woke.
All morning I thought of the dream and what it meant, I had forgotten that I was meant to be greeting some Camelot citizens in the main square, being late did not please the king, but as he was ignoring me anyway it didn’t matter. Uther was in the middle of a speech with Arthur at his side and Gwen at Arthurs side. Uther gave me a look that his enemies would have ran from as I made my way to his side on the podium. But any thoughts of Uther’s wrath disappeared after I began surveying the crowd. There a couple of rows back were the woman from my dream and Mordred. I went to walk towards them but realised I had only just gotten there and it may not be a good idea, but at the end of Uther’s speech everyone began to scatter, I quickly left the podium to find them in the crowd. I caught sight of the back of them and followed them down an alley where they stopped and turned towards me.
“Morgana” the woman said “my lady” Mordred said bowing. “I am Nimeuh, and this as you know is Mordred” she said. I didn’t know what to say but luckily she did, “You are wondering if your dream was true aren’t you, if he is really your brother?” “I have no brother” I said looking at him, but to look at him we could very well be related, the dark hair, the bright eyes, but my father had died when I was 11 and my mother at my birth. But I felt something between us when I helped him escape Camelot all those months ago, like we were connected somehow. As I looked at him now and he smiles at me the feeling returns.
“Come with us sister” he said holding his hand out towards me, without taking my eyes off him I took his hand and we left Camelot.
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