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This is an independent detailed portrayal of BBC’s Merlin’s very own Morgana Pendragon. Inspired by Arthurian legend. Dark themes will also be present. Heavily headcanon based. A novella by Reina *[ she/her, 20+ ]
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Credits; credits for the layout and dividers go to @magikborn
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Looking straight, they didn't blink much. He didn't want to show fear towards the woman. It wasn't like him too anyways. Blaine had faced worst foes than the likes of Morgana. "I guess they can say I am a double edged sword. No one knows whether I am friend or foe until its too late."
Shrugging slowly, he adjusted his dark blue neckerchief, one that matched his tunic perfectly. When not dressed in his princely garb, he dressed similarly to his twin.
He reminded her a lot of Merlin, in looks and mannerism, but the bravery shown towards her was something she quite admired, he didn’t really seem like someone to walk over just like Merlin. Perhaps she could have some fun while it lasted. “Oh is that so? So what do you consider yourself towards me? Im assuming you’ve heard quite a few tales about me from my dear brother have you not?” Her tone was calm, even just mentioning Arthur as her brother made her feel sick, but she couldn’t deny the fact he was her brother by blood, even if she was bastard born.
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She had been riding through the forest, once she had spotted someone, she wasn’t quite sure who it was before she made her horse halt before them.
“Well, look who we have here, all on your lonesome in such dangerous parts of the woods
Eilonwy looked up toward the voice, she was a pretty young woman, fair skin with freckles that peppered across her nose, bright blue eyes and auburn hair that rivaled the fiery flames themselves. Her hands remained at her side, though she didn't run or move away, no, she stood her ground. "Who said I'm alone?" She asked, giving a small raise of her brow.
The dragon burn evident upon her palm, the mark of a dragon rider, unseen for generations, the mark of the legend of the lost ancient Princess of Domino, the girl who had destroyed her own kingdom due to a power called the dragon flame, a power so primal and strong it was difficult to control once activated. Little to Morgana did she know that her own dragon was nearby, Falkor was his name, a rather large beast with orange and charcoal black scales, he wouldn't let his rider be harmed.
Once she had a clear look at the woman before her, the high priestess looked down from her horse with an amusing smirk at the woman before her. “My such a pretty one you are, you aren’t alone I suppose then? Perhaps better that way, this forest really isn’t a place to be alone at, take it from someone who grew up along side these parts.” She wasn’t asking to torture her, not yet at least for all she knew this woman never caused her harm, she wasn’t that cruel. She did admire the bravery of this woman to speak to her in such a manner, perhaps this one could be useful to her later on, she was unaware that she was face to face with a dragon rider, despite herself being very close with a dragon herself, if anything she admired the dragon riders.
"Morgana." Blaine had been walking back to Camelot from his spot to destress and relax. He wasn't expecting to see the priestess this soon. Merlin had warned him about her and how dangerous she was, but it only made him curious. "If the woods are precarious, then what are you?"
She finally got a clear look at them, they looked so much like Merlin, yet something was different about them, she couldn’t quite but her finger on it. An amused chuckle was all that left her lips at the others comment.
“I’m the same way of course, that’s what everyone says do they not? Quite amusing actually, they are right however it does take all my fun away, such a shame isn’t it.”
She had been riding through the forest, once she had spotted someone, she wasn’t quite sure who it was before she made her horse halt before them.
“Well, look who we have here, all on your lonesome in such dangerous parts of the woods
“I fear that your futures are now joined forever.”
