Hi there, Merlin fans! My name is Sara, and I usually write Robin Hood fanfiction, but I also really love the show Merlin. I've been wanting to write fanfiction for the show for awhile, so this is my first attempt. I love Morgana and Merlin as a pairing, so my fanfiction will center on them more than some of the other characters. This scene takes place a week after the Witchfinder episode and is right before "The Sins of the Father". I hope you enjoy, and please comment!


Morgana awoke suddenly as a scream escaped from her lips. Sweat dripping off her forehead, her gaze swept quickly around her surroundings. Relieved once she discovered she was in her own room, she laid back and closed her eyes, still reeling from the thoughts that were swirling around in her head. Gwen must have been sleeping sounder than usual to not have heard her cry.

"Another nightmare. When will they ever stop?" Morgana whispered to herself. This one had seemed more real than usual. There was a woman—she had long, blonde hair and was very beautiful, but very solemn. Morgana had seen images of her fighting with Arthur. Arthur was defeating her at first but then she cornered him as he fell to the ground! Her sword to Arthur's chest was the last thing Morgana saw before she woke up.

As Morgana knew she had magical powers, there was no doubt in her mind these events would soon take place. But why was Arthur fighting a woman? She could only hope that the woman would not kill him, but her dreams always came true. Morgana shivered and pulled the covers closer. She could do with a hug from Gwen right about now. But she didn't want to go back to sleep. True, her dreams, or revelations, had been less frequent these days, but they still put her at ill at ease when they occurred. She could never thank Merlin enough for allowing her to seek the help of the Druids. There she had learned that she did not need to fear her magic as she had before. Sometimes she missed it there—if only Uther wasn't so blinded by his hatred of magic. Things would be so different!

And then that horrible Witchfinder had come to Camelot. Morgana was terrified that he would break her with his persistent questions. To her surprise, he had turned out to be a sorcerer himself. Hateful man. She was glad he had died. She couldn't believe that had already been a week ago.

A slight rap on the door caused Morgana to jump. "Wh-who is it?" she asked, hesitantly.

"Merlin."

Puzzled as to why Merlin would be up at this hour, Morgana wrapped herself in her robe and opened the door.

"Merlin? What are you doing here?"

Merlin looked a little sheepish as he glanced around, making sure no one had seen him. "I…uh…heard you scream when I was walking past. Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Thank you Merlin…I'm fine. Well, I had another dream. But isn't that always the case? Why don't you come in—you look like you're freezing out there."

"Oh no, that's alright. I mean…I'm sure you want to go back to sleep."

"Believe me, I couldn't sleep right now if I wanted to. Please, come in."

Merlin slowly walked in and warmed his hands by the fire. The castle got so cold at night—he had been sneaking down to the kitchen getting some food. On his way back, he had heard Morgana's scream.

"So, what were you doing up at this time of night?"

"Oh…I was…uh…getting some food. I was hungry." Merlin grinned mischievously.

Morgana laughed. "Arthur not feeding you enough?"

"He eats it all himself! He eats so much…I don't know where he puts it all!"

Morgana laughed even more. "I like how you put Arthur in his place. You're good for him."

"So…are you…sure you're okay? I mean, you said you had another dream."

Morgana sobered. "I did. It was so different from anything I've seen. You won't laugh if tell you what I saw?"

Merlin stepped closer. "You can trust me, Morgana."

"I saw a woman—I've never seen her before. She was fighting Arthur to the death. I woke up right before…"she trailed off.

Merlin tried to make sense of Morgana's latest dream but couldn't. "Why would a woman be fighting Arthur?"

"See? It's ridiculous. I asked myself that same question." Morgana sat down on her bed and placed her head in her hands.

"Morgana, it's okay. You'll see. Whatever happens, we'll find a way through this."

She glanced up at Merlin, who was looking slightly awkward as he walked a little closer. His eyes were filled with kindness and understanding. How he could relate to a person with magic she couldn't fathom, but she was glad she had become better friends with Merlin. She didn't care that he was a servant; he had helped her through her darkest time of need.

Merlin cleared his throat. "I just want you to know that you're not alone. If you want to tell me anything in the future, well…I'm… here." Merlin slightly shrugged his shoulders and looked even more awkward as his eyes quickly shifted to his feet.

Morgana was touched by his words. "Thank you, Merlin. You've always been a good friend."

They locked eyes briefly until Morgana stood up. "Well, I guess I better try to get some sleep. I feel better already."

Merlin nodded and turned to leave.

"Merlin?"

He stopped and looked back before opening the door.

"I mean it; you've always been a good friend. You helped me when I found out I had magic…you didn't run away or tell Uther. I don't think I ever told you how much I appreciate what you did for me."

Merlin simply smiled. "Anytime, my lady."

As he shut the door, he paused briefly outside her room. If only he could tell her everything. About his powers, his adventures, protecting Arthur…well, everything. But he couldn't. And it pained him deeply every time Morgana talked about him being so understanding about her magic. He wanted to jump up and explain how much he truly did understand because he himself had special powers. He just wanted to find a kindred spirit—someone he could truly relate to. Sure, he had Gaius, but it was different. So many times he wanted to open up to Morgana, but he just couldn't. It's not that he didn't trust her, but Gaius's warnings always rang in his ears every time he even thought of revealing his secret.

Merlin yawned. He didn't realize how tired he was until now. He better head back to bed before Arthur was calling him. As Merlin stumbled into bed, he fell asleep instantly. In his dreams, he kept seeing a woman dressed like a man, fighting Arthur.

And she was winning.