500 Days of Freya (Merlin)

Ally

Chapter 37

Warning/s: None.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

A/N: So sorry for the lack of recent updates! My laptop broke over Christmas and I only just got it back (yay!) so now I'll be able to do my usual weekly updates! I hope you all had a great Christmas, or whatever holidays you celebrated, and Happy New Year! What are your New Years Resolutions?

Prompt: ruapilot02 – "Morgana is the reason the knights found Freya. Morgana dreamt about Freya and the events surrounding her death. After a great deal of internal debate she decides to place the greater good above Merlin's happiness and tells Arthur where to search for the druid girl. She believes that she is directly responsible for the death of Merlin's love and spends the most of her life after that time convinced that if she had helped Merlin save Freya that he would never have turned against magic. Later, during her evil years, she encounters the woman who cursed Freya and kills the witch for costing her a valuable ally."

A great, black, winged cat prowled through the cobbled streets of the lower town. It was seeking its prey, people, and only a few seconds later it stumbled upon a man and woman, having a late night courting session. The woman screamed briefly before the cat chewed on her throat, and the man was silent too as one of the cat's claws ripped open his stomach and his intestines tumbled out.

Then, not five minutes later, the cat had turned to a petite girl, shivering in the cold night air. With her arms wrapped around herself to protect her modesty, she hurried back into the castle through a side entrance and into the catacombs. Immediately she pulled a ragged, torn dress over her head and crouched down by a lit candle, and began to cry.

Morgana woke with a start. "Gwen!" she cried out. Her maid was staying in the antechamber for the night as her father had gone out of town, and Morgana didn't want her to be by herself with a killer on the loose.

"Yes, Morgana?" Gwen appeared in the doorway of the antechamber in her nightgown. Once she saw Morgana's pale face, she ran in and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Another nightmare?"

Morgana nodded, and then spoke frantically. "I saw what's doing the killing – it's a girl!"

"A girl? That's nonsense, Morgana, those poor people have been killed by some beast." Being friends with Merlin had certain advantages, such as knowing the exact details of any death or illness.

"She turns into this giant cat thing and storms around and I know where she's staying!" Morgana nearly shouted at her friend in her desperation. "Please, Gwen, believe me."

"I do, I do," Gwen reassured her. "I know your nightmares tell the truth. We should go and tell Arthur, now."

"Are you sure?"

The warning bells started to toll. The two girls looked at each other – someone had been killed. "Definitely," Gwen said.

"In the catacombs?" Arthur asked incredulously. "How did she get down there?"

"I don't know, but she's down there," Morgana blurted. "And she turns into this cat thing."

It took a bit of convincing, but eventually Arthur agreed to go down, purely because Morgana had been able to give an accurate description of the two who had been killed that night. She went back to her bedchamber, with Gwen accompanying her, and fell back into a fitful sleep at Gwen's persuading.

Merlin was carrying the girl who had transformed into the cat, through the forests, down to a lake.

Merlin cried as the girl passed.

The boat was on fire.

Merlin remembered kissing her.

Morgana awoke for the second time that night, this time due to a harsh knock at her door. Gwen was already on her feet and answering it to Arthur, who stepped in and bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you, Morgana. Thanks to you, Camelot is safe from harm."

"You killed her?" Morgana asked numbly. If her latest dream was true – and she was quite certain it was – then this girl meant something to Merlin, and she couldn't bear to hurt her friend in such a way.

"We had to."

Four years later

She recognised the smell of magic around the old woman as soon as she encountered her in the forest. "Morgana Pendragon," the witch cackled, clapping her hands together in delight.

"Who are you?" Morgana asked suspiciously, having no idea whose side this woman was on.

The woman waved her hand dismissively. "Who am I? Not important. But you...you are a marvel, my girl. I only managed small curses and I'm meant to be powerful, so I can't imagine how powerful you are!"

The woman was stroking Morgana's ego, and genuinely it seemed, so she allowed the crone to continue. "What curses have you managed?" she asked curiously. She was always on the look-out for new curses that she could use on her enemies.

"My best, oh, that was on a girl. I would feel bad but..." The woman spat on the ground. "She killed my son. For no reason. So I had to curse her. I made her turn into this big, black, winged panther at night!" The woman cackled and Morgana's blood began to boil. "So she had to kill for all eternity! Last I heard, she was dead." The woman spat again. "Serves her right."

The witch had barely finished her sentence when Morgana's eyes flashed and the woman fell to the ground, her heart ripped from her chest and lying next to her. Morgana stared at the woman with pure anger; this was the woman who had led to Freya's death, and consequently, Merlin turning against her. She was sure that was the main reason that he had.

This was the woman who had cost her a valuable ally; Morgana just wished that she could have drawn out her death a little longer.

A/N: I need to stop playing Neko Atsume