Somebody that you used to love

Morgana

Merlin was stumbling down the corridor as he hurried to get to the king in time for their trip.
"Merlin! You were supposed to be here ages ago. What were you doing?"
No matter how fast he went, Merlin would always be late for Arthur. Nothing was ever good enough for him.
"Sorry sire. I woke up late."
This was true since the young warlock had been reading spells till the candles burnt out.
"Well, got your sorry backside on that horse now. I don't want to waste daylight."
Merlin, Arthur, and three of his knights saddled up on to their horses. After a lot of riding and a lot of complaining from Merlin, it finally got too dark to ride safely.
"Oh, Merlin. Stop complaining about your backside being sore, or I'll make you walk."
"Then I'll just complain about my feet." He chided.
"Merlin." The king said, giving him a look that said: I will make you walk the last thirty miles on foot if you don't shut up now.
"Shutting up sire."
Percival, Gwaine and Leon set up the camp while Merlin went to find some fire wood. As he gathered the fallen branches, he heard a sound. A twig being snapped under foot. He whipped his head around, only for his eyes to fall on nothing. He continued to pick up the sticks. A few moments later, he heard some leaves rustling. He turned around to see a pool of fabric poking  out from behind a nearby tree. He walked up to the tree, and cautiously looked around it. Sitting huddled up against the tree, was a woman with long dark hair. All she had on was a black dress to shield her from the autumn breeze. After a moment, Merlin jumped back in fright, for the woman before him was non other than Morgana.
"Morgana? What are you doing here?" He demanded.
She didn't answer.
"Why are you here?" He rephrased.
She turned her head to look at him with those beautiful green eyes that once looked at him with compassion, love, and kindness. Then they changed to show only hate. Now, they displayed sadness, confusion, hurt, and even betrayal. He felt a sudden wave of empathy towards someone who used to be his dearly beloved friend.
"M...Mor...Morgues."
Was all she managed to say before she passed out.