Coming Home

Chapter 8

Flashes of a dream appeared in her mind. Dark hair. She mumbled in her sleep, "No, don't leave me." Pale skin, slender fingers. A hand, outstretched. A blast of magic forcing her back. "NO!" Morgana woke with a shout. Her plan was slowing down. She couldn't get past the nightmares, let alone work on killing the source of them. 'Merlin,' she thought, 'my destiny and my doom. Why can't you just leave me in peace?'

Once, maybe, many years ago, she might have considered him her friend. She was fond of him, or had been. But he poisoned her, betrayed her, and lied to her. How could she move past that?

But his eyes, those, once, bright blue orbs, were so filled with pain throughout their interactions, dulled now today by the drugs and memories. He was helpless, she realized. Though an enemy of his she might be, she was not heartless. She couldn't just kill an already hopeless person. She didn't know what to do. It had been so easy, with Morgause, to brush off the looks of pain that were present, but her sister wasn't there to guide her anymore.

She was on her own.

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I was pacing anxiously across the house.

"Merlin, stop it," Arthur whined.

"Why?" I snapped.

"It's annoying and you're making me dizzy just looking at you."

"Then don't look." The months between the week of utter hell and now were filled with dreams about Morgana. What did she want? How did she find me? What was her next move going to be? How was I going to keep Arthur safe?

But I couldn't tell Arthur. He had enough on his plate, what with his job, my habits, and the new rugby team he had found.

"Merlin, where are you?" This was Arthur's new way of asking if I was good, if I wanted to hurt myself, or if I was craving drugs.

"Fine." Obviously I wasn't fine but he knew that I would tell him if it was anything he needed to worry about. It had happened enough during the past few months for him to be sure of it.

"I know you're not, Merlin. What's got you worked up?"
"Nothing important. Just stressed." He seemed to be satisfied and went back to watching the television.

I left and turned towards my room. I lay down on the floor and stared up at the ceiling fan.

What was I going to do?

AN: Just a short filler for you guys.