Therapy wasn’t going all that well for her. She decided to go due to her problems controlling her anger and the fact she was having these dreams. Of course she knew why she was having these visions, but they would never believe her. After her therapist suggested for the third time to go to the doctors for medication she quickly left, slamming the door hard behind her.
She didn’t belong there! Her visions were too vivid. She saw how she had pushed Uther’s death, how she took over Camelot, how in the end she would die at Merlin’s eyes. Most importantly she knew that he was Emrys. Where was Mordred? She had seen him die but he couldn’t be, she wouldn’t allow it! She could see his death and if she could only--- her trail of thought focused on what was around her, and that was when she realised she had taken a different turning in the woods away from the town. “In the name of all the Gods, Why does this have to happen today?” she hissed to herself, emerald hues sparkling as she took in surrounds. “fuck it...” she began to wander through the trees aimlessly. There must have been a reason she took this route. What did the Gods have in store for her?
That was quickly answered.
“Arthur.... No.” she breathed, seeing the familiar blonde through the trees, and her eyes widened in both horror and shock. Her fingers twitched to press over the athame under her jacket, and she took a step back. “No...” she wasn’t entirely certain how she felt. She began to overload with emotions. She couldn’t take it. She mentally could not take it! Her fingers raised as she turned her back on him, her fingertips gripping into her scalp. he wasn’t there. no one is there morgana. she loosened her grip and turned, but he was still there. “you’re not really there... your just in my head. you can’t be here y-your still in camelot.”
