Words Upon Words

Bring Back What Once Was Mine (Merlin)

A/N: Watching Morgana and Arthur seriously destroys my soul.

Even before they knew they were brother and sister they still were raised like it and acted as such.

They cared for and protected each other but when Morgana turned the bitterness ruined them and can you imagine someone you'd been raised with suddenly wanting you dead?

Can you imagine how you'd think of then sometimes and a memory from the good days would work its way up? Can you imagine how it'd feel?  

This very tiny one shot is short and to the point.  

You're back in Camelot in a time where there is no throne to contend for. You are Arthur, simply a young boy who happens to be a prince. And Morgana is your Father's new ward, practically your sister.  

Enjoy.  

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You're playing as children: laughing and teasing each other. You both love sword fighting and so you both play fight with sticks. Bashing and whirling with chortles of excited laughter echoing through the gardens. No worries ever cloud either of your minds and you can simply play the days away every chance you get.   

Both of you are blocking and parrying the other's moves in a frantic struggle to come out the winner. Morgana's black hair is flying out behind her as she moves as quick as an arrow with her small, thin frame. Her green eyes glint with eagerness to prove herself as she comes at you with a downward blow. You block it but it takes effort. You jump back and land wrong on the ground as your boot lands halfway on a small rock. The momentary lapse of balance and concentration was all she needed. Morgana thrusts her stick at you and it pokes you dead on in the chest.  

"Haha!!! I've killed you foul knight!!!" She yells with a grin.  

"Oh noooooooo." You pretend to die, gagging and flipping your tongue out of your mouth as you grasp at your chest "Fair maiden, how could you defeat me soooooo?"  

"Because you taught me idiot!" She flashes a cheeky smile before hopping on you to pin you with a laugh. You grin and flip her over.  

"Haha!!! Now I've gotten you Morgana, you can't beat me! I'm a prince."   

Her smile vanishes for a moment "Why does being a prince make you better than me? Is being a ward worse....? Does that mean I'm bad Arthur?" Her green eyes go wide.  You pause, not realizing what you had implied and hop back as you pull both of you to your feet.  

"Morgana, that's not what I meant... You're every bit as important as me. Except you're a pesky little sister person.... But other than that... You're not bad because you're a ward Morgana, not a bit! And anyone who  thinks differently can do through ME!" You smile with bravado and brandish your stick sword.   She takes the few steps over to you and hugs you tightly, making you drop the stick.  

"Hey!" You say.  

"Thank you Arthur..... You're the best." She says with eyes clenched shut a little smile on her face.  

"Yeah yeah yeah....." You roll your eyes but then hug her back just as tightly. She may be annoying when she bests you at something but you cannot deny the fact that she means more to you than practically anyone else alive. She's your family and you love her dearly.

"You're the best too Morgana, just please don't tell anyone that you beat me at sparring? I'll never live it down." Love or not, you did have a reputation to maintain with the other boys.  

"Promise not to tell about who put the frog in Uther's soup?" Morgana finally looked up at you with her big eyes sparkling with both mischief and happiness (a dangerous combonation to be sure). She always was pulling tiny pranks like that, sometimes she got caught but not usually. Most thought she was the perfect angel with a gentle nature and for the most part they'd be right... you just happened to know she took delight in causing humorous embarrassment on occasion (and you enjoyed it when you weren't the object of her mischief). 

  "I swear!" You grin at her sincerely. You would never tattle on her... you'd probably even let her get away with casting a spell if it wasn't harmful and caused one of their tutors to grow a tail or some sort of thing (if she was capable of such things that is- but of course your father would throw a royal tantrum if that were the case. It wouldn't be a good thing so fortunately she wasn't)  

"We're good then." She says sweetly. She then turns and walks away from you skipping and laughing and waving her stick in the air as she sings a battle song that you and her made up ages ago.        

"I will can never ever lose                

Not as long as I have you                

We'll win the battle through and through                

Blazing swords and arrows fly                

Hear this, my battle cry                

I can never ever lose                

Not as long as I have you"  

After a moment you run after her singing the ditty too. You drop your stick sword so you can take her hand (there's no other boys around so you have no tough princely image to keep up) and the two of you run back to the castle hand in hand, singing at the top of your lungs, and feeling the joyfullness of the spring day and playfullness course through your veins.  

All is happy.  

All is well.