Shattered

A Kitchen Catastrophe

I already published this chapter, however, My beta made many improvements and I thought I would put this one in for the other one. So, once again, a huge thanks to my marvelous beta, HiddenonPluto. Sorry, I haven't updated in a while, I'm having a crisis about how I want to end this. HiddenonPluto is helping me get through it, thank god for them. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

A sharp poke hits my side. And another one. I bury my head into my pillow.

"Five more minutes," I mumbled, already falling back into sweet oblivion.

"Gwen. Gwen!" I start quickly, my head barely missing the fearful face.

"Morgana, what is it? Why are you here?"

"I couldn't sleep. I kept on having this dream. Oh, Gwen, it's awful," she rushes. Hair clings to her sweat-covered forehead. She takes a deep breath before continuing.

"It's pain. Pure never-ending agony. And there's a dagger. A beautiful dagger. But the pain never stopped."

She's still kneeling on the floor, and I get up and help her up. I hugged her as I used to when we were in the castle and she had nightmares. She's shaking, terrified. She buries her face into my shoulder, her voice is barely audible over her shaky breaths.

"Gwen, I'm scared. I think It's a prophecy."

"It's okay, Morgana. It's just a fear, It's not a prophecy."

"But what if it is, Gwen. I can't sleep. It's as bad as when I was back in Camelot before I had the bracelet. I didn't know what to do, you just were always there rushing in so... Oh god, I'm sorry Gwen. I just came in here a mess-"

"It's fine, Morgana. Do you need me to stay with you?"

"Please?"

I nod. I start to go to the armchair as she heads to the bed. I sit down, tailoring dresses for a few minutes. I hear Morgana's breaths slowly begin to even out. A pain shoots through my finger as the needle found its way into the soft flesh. I hiss and pull my hand away. Morgana sits up in the bed. So much for sleep.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Try to sleep."

"But you won't be able to. Here." She pats the spot next to her and I come closer. I knew it was much more comfortable than the armchair. I get into bed and put my back to Morgana's, trying to get comfortable. It takes less time than usual.

"Did you mean what you said this morning at breakfast?" She whispers shyly.

"Yes." I turned around so I faced her. I see her smile, then she lays on her back, I do the same and see an illusion, in full color. It was one of Morgana's memories, using her magic. Much better than my basic lines and shapes. It was in full color, looking so realistic it was as if I could jump into the memory.

Morgana runs into the throne room to be embraced by Uther. She was wearing her under gown and had blood on her face.

"The bandits still have Gwen," Morgana says, frantic

"I believe they were Mercian." Arthur puts in.

"You must send a rescue party!"

"If Angus is holding her it would take a small army to rescue your maid," Uther says.

"We can't abandon her."

"How many men would you have me sacrifice to save a maidservant?"

"As many as it takes."

A new memory comes.

It's Morgana, sitting up straight in bed and screaming. I come in.