Morgona came away from the fountain with a snarl. It seemed that Arthur had, for the first time in his life, destroyed her plans of killing Merlin. She wanted to wrong the servant of her brother for what he had done to her, and sister that night in the castle, but it looked like it was a wasted attempt. Her plans had been to act on merlin's own insercuity and to add her part in the dreams making them terroers to the servant while he was awake. She chucked a rock against the smooth green curtains her makeshift home and sat down heavily, but her sister soon called upon her. She got up and her cloak swished as she trvled down the marble hall.
Maybe just maybe she would be able to have another chance, because really, in her spell she felt her and Merlin were connected in another ways. ways she didn't understand...
Well how'd you like it? It's kind of like a prefic for the darkness hour before the dawn. And thanks again for all the feedback and alerts you guys gave it helped me keep on writing!