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The flame from the torch illuminated the warlock’s face. Merlin had just going to make sure that the knight on duty was still, well, alive. With their track record, he could never be too careful. He took a seat next to the royal. “Well, we’re deep in the forest, probably going to get attacked from some monster and I’ll get blamed for not cleaning your armour. So, everything’s normal right now.”
She had to do something. The magic that had sparked one of her curtains on fire and caused her guardian to panic for her safety couldn’t be allowed to happen again. It isn’t something to be afraid of. She remembered the words of the druids who had taken her in after she’d fled Camelot, remembered their reassurances that everything she had ever been told about magic wasn’t true. It wasn’t inherently evil -- perhaps one day it might even be a force for good. But the only way Morgana could help bring that day about was if she gained a handle on what was happening to her. Gaius wouldn’t help. She was in this on her own.
So here she sat at her table, focusing hard on the candle that stood on its surface, trying to tap into whatever force lay within her to make the flame rise just as it had on that other night. She needed to be able to control it, to be able to summon it at will rather than letting it control her and risk exposure to the whole court. Uther would not spare any of his limited mercy. Were her powers discovered, she would face execution the same as anyone else.
Concentrating and concentrating, after what seemed like an age her efforts finally bore fruit. She felt the power course through her, saw the flame flicker upwards, and was about to draw an inward sigh of relief when she heard the door to her chambers creak open. Panicking, her magic flared again, the flame extinguished and candlestick clattered to the floor. As she turned, the eyes she met were the very last she had wanted to catch her in this position.
‟ Arthur... ” Her voice cracked slightly as she rose from her chair and began moving towards him. ‟ Arthur, this isn’t what it looks like... ”
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