Rebirth of Lady Morgana

The time has come to say Goodbye

The day had arrived. It was July thirtieth, tomorrow was her Eleventh birthday and the day her original parents were set to collect her. She had spent the previous night carefully writing a song for the founders (above, also a/n I take no credit for the lyrics and music within this book unless I specifically state that it's my own creation). Morgana had created a highly complex and multilayer runic charm that would leave the lyrics with her singing, behind for them once she no longer exists in this time.

Needing to clear her mind of everything yet to come, Morgana bid the elves helping her pack a brief nod while explaining where she was off too.

The sun cast long shadows across the castle grounds as Morgana stood on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, her heart heavy with the knowledge that her time with the Founders was drawing to a close. She had lived happily among them since her infancy, absorbing their wisdom, learning their secrets, and becoming in Ric and Row's words; 'a fierce warrior and an unparalleled scholar.'

Now, the moment she had been both dreading and preparing for had arrived-she and Merlin were to return to their own time.

Morgana walked back to her room slowly, through the castle grounds and halls, lost in the endless memories of her happy and grand childhood. Each step brought back a flood of recollections; Sal teaching her the subtleties of Parseltongue and the art of potion-making, Helga's patient instruction in herbology and healing, Row's intricate lessons in ancient runes and the mysteries of magic, and Ric's rigorous training in combat and bravery. She had grown to love them all they were her chosen family, and now it was time to say goodbye. Moving freely throughout her home for the last time for a long time, she went to some of her favourite places.

As she entered the kitchen, she smiled, remembering the first time she had made dinner for the Founders alone when she was seven. The kitchen had been a whirlwind of activity, and terrified house elves. She had been so nervous about getting everything just right. When Helga had tasted her food, she had beamed with pride, calling Morgana "my dear little one" and began praising her on how far culinary skills had advanced.

As she passed the Great Hall, another memory surfaced. She and Salazar had enchanted the enchanted ceiling to shower Godric with harmless, but vividly colored, sparks that would cling to his clothes and hair changing their colour every time he took a step. The look of confusion and then begrudging amusement on Godric's face as he became a walking colour-shifting rainbow had sent her and Salazar into fits of laughter. Godric had laughed along, calling her a cheeky brat and Sal's favorite conspirator, a title she took with pride.

On the seventh floor, she glanced out the window at the rolling hills just visible in the distance. She remembered sitting out there with Rowena throughout the night, learning about the stars and the vastness of the universe. Rowena's gentle voice had guided her through the complexities of astronomy, as well as many other lessons, and those nights that had been spent in quiet company watching and learning about the stars had been filled with wonder and discovery.

A chuckle escaped her as she went past the outer courtyard, recalling another prank she had pulled on Godric by herself. She had charmed his sword to emit loud, embarrassing noises whenever he drew it. Rowena and Sal had commended her for the complex magic involved, while also suggesting new ideas for her next prank on the founder of the lion's den.

In the dueling grounds, she remembered a moment of frustration, that had helped her bond with Ric grow deeper: she had been practicing her dueling with Godric and had missed a complex spell combination. Frustrated to the point of tears, she collapsed and had begun to berate herself for not getting it right. Godric had sat down with her, his voice gentle as he wrapped his arm around her. He had reassured her that it was okay to make mistakes, even as advanced as she was, and told her that learning -even for her- was a journey, not a race.