Somebody that you used to love

Lonely

It had been a few days since Morgana had returned to the kingdom, and she still hadn't spoken to anyone. Apart from merlin, of course. The young, ex manservant was the only person she trusted. Gwen had once been her best friend, but she wasn't sure the queen had forgiven her. Merlin knew exactly what it was like to have magic, and not know what to do with it. They both found help, but he found help that showed him the light, she found help that was darker than the night sky itself.
"Here. I thought you might be hungry." Merlin said, placing a platter of food on the table next to her bed.
"Thank you."
She wanted to tell him what had happened to her. She was going to tell him. Gauis was delivering cures, potions and potents around the castle, so they were alone. Usually the job of delivering cures fell to Merlin, but Gauis came to see that perhaps Morgana was more comfortable around the ex manservant. Merlin had moved away from her to clean up the table. Clearing it of books mainly.
"Merlin?" She asked cautiously.
"Yes?"
"I... Think I'm ready... To talk..." She stated, a lot less calmly than she would have liked to.
"Talk about... What? Oh. Ok. If you're sure..." He said, coming to an understanding.
He glanced around the room, then went to sit on a stool. Morgana furrowed her eyebrows, then pet the end of her bed. He glanced from the spot to her, a quizzical look on his face.
"Come now, Merlin. I won't bite." She chided.
He stood up, and cautiously sat himself on the bed, not sure whether her previous statement was true. She watched him with an amused smirk on her face. He was glad to see she was returning to her old self, as this was the smirk she wore when ever she outsmarted Arthur, which happened rather a lot. Sadly, her smirk vanished from her face as she remembered what she had to tell him.
"Ok... Well, I'll start from the beginning, shall I?" She asked, feeling stupid afterwards, as this was the most logical starting point.
"Yeah, that might be a good idea."
"Ok."
She took a deep breath, and then began her story.

She was stumbling through the woods, her long, black cloak traipsing along behind her, causing her to trip. She went sprawling on to the floor. She landed on her arm at an awkward angle in an attempt to save herself.
"What do you want from me?!" She screamed out into the darkness.
She didn't know what it was that was following her. All she knew was she had to get away from it. She couldn't hear it, see it, or smell it even. But she could feel it.  It was as if the air had become heavy, and was weighing her down. It was if the darkness had gained a soul, and was trying to pull her under. For a moment, she feared she was going mad. She was suddenly intrigued as to what would happen if the dark got hold of her, if anything at all. She stopped running, and closed her eyes. She felt the unusually heavy air incircle her. She felt it swim all around her body. She felt weightless, as if she was floating away, away from the world. She was brought back down the earth when she heard a familiar voice. Morgause.
"Sister?" She asked, disgusted by how weak and frightened she sounded.
"Morgana. My lovely, trusted sister. Long time no see." The voice said.
"But I can't see you. Where are you?" The startled priestess asked.
"I'm all around you."
This fraise made her realise that the voice was coming from the heavy, humid air. For of course it was not air, but a spirit.
"Sister, I knew you would not leave me!" Morgana said, overjoyed at her sister's presence.
Morgana may appear powerful, and enjoyed being feared, but deep down, she was lonely. Her sister was all she had, until morgause sacrificed herself. She been alone after that. She'd had company, but still, she felt incomplete.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, curiosity coursing through her body.
"I am here to combine our powers together. You are more talented than I, but I have practice. Together, we would be invincible. Together, we could take down, Arthur Pendragon!" She bellowed.
Morgana felt her body tense at the mention of her half brother's name. Her half brother, who sat on his little throne, with his stupid crown on his head, that was rightfully her's!
"Do you want to take your throne? Take what is yours? The throne of Camelot that is yours by birthright?" Morgause asked.
"Yes! I want it all! I want to see that smug grin wiped clean off Arthur's stupid, little face. I want to see him beg me for forgiveness. I want to see his blood drip to the floor! I want to see the light leaves his eyes as he dies! I want to see his queen weep for him. I want to see all of Camelot pledge their allegiance to me! I want Camelot to see me as their queen! She screamed, finally voicing her desires for Arthur's death aloud.
She was a startled at herself of how into detail she went. She knew she wanted Arthur dead, and for him to die at her hand, but she had never really given much thought to how wanted him to die. She just assumed she would kill him with magic, but now she realised she wanted him to have a slow, painful death. It was too easy with magic. She could make him struggle, but she wanted to see the bloodshed. She wanted to see the colour leave his face. She wanted the floor of Camelot to be stained with his blood.
"You ready?" The spirit asked.
"Yes!"
And with that, the spirit enveloped her, and they became one.