The day was beautiful, except for the wind that seemed to have a mind of its own. Merlin stood at the edge of a meadow, just outside Camelot and looked to the east, into the sky. The wind howled unspoken truths into Merlin's ear and he shook his head trying to clear the noise. It had been a whole month since the "disappearance" of Morgana and Merlin felt guilt whenever he thought of the innocent girl that had lost her life and it was all in his hands. It had always been in his hands, what was he supposed to do about the pain and pang of shame that followed him none stop whenever he awoke in the morning. Morgana had done bad things, but he felt responsible for them. Sometimes in the night wondering how everything would have changed would he had told her his secret. Would she change, could there still hope for her?
The deaths of many had always been in his hand or had died without his true effort anyway. Well, with the exception of Nimueh and possibly The Sidhe. But that was beyond the point, he had killed (poisoned) a close friend. And although not the best person he could so much trust, Morgana was a friend, she had strayed from her path as a royal born but ended in the worst side of magic.
He closed his eyes and made a fist, exhaling.
The past was something that he should already forget, why couldn't he forget. Why was it so difficult?
"Merlin?" A soft voice questioned from behind him. He turned and was face to face with Gwen. He smiled weakly, but could not afford to make it look or feel as real as he had wanted it to.
"Yes?" He asked, not bothering to hide his indifference. Gwen smiled sympathetically at him.
"Gauis is looking for you, he seeks your assistance." She said.
"I'll be there." She nodded at his words and left him. He watched her retreating back and frowned, feeling the muscles in his face form a frown or something similar, he inhaled and exhaled slowly. He had to put himself together. Morgana was gone and never again would she return. Where ever she was she was far away.
"So far away. . ." Merlin whispered and with one last look at the shining sky, he turned, making his way to Gaius.
Morgana sat herself in her bed, breathing heavily. Sweat across her face and sticking hair on her forehead. She screamed as the last image of her dream disappeared. The door was slammed open and in came Morgause, face worried and full of concern.
"Morgana." She checked her over, Morgana ignoring her every movement, not thinking of anything else, but her dream. "What did you dream?"
Morgana met Morgause's eye and gasped, as tears poured down her eyes.
"We have to go to Camelot." She announced and the sisters stared at each other, not doing much, except look at each other.