Chapter 9

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It was Saturday night and neither of us had work tomorrow so I decided to show Arthur some classic movies, ones that everyone had to see. We were in the middle of The Lord of the Rings when the door creaked open. I shot up and went to go investigate. When I turned around, Morgana had a knife to Arthur's throat.

"Don't take another step, Emrys." She spat the name out and I flinched. How long had it been since I heard that name?

"Morgana, please, don't do this. What do you want?"

"What I want is your deaths. What I want, is a reason for everything you ever did to hurt me. You lied to me, Merlin! You lied and poisoned me and killed me! Why?" she screamed.

"I had no choice. Everyone I talked to said that if you were to learn more about your magic you would only hurt Camelot. They told me that it wasn't a good idea to tell you about my magic. I didn't know what to do! When I poisoned you, it was because Camelot was in danger. I didn't want to. I wanted to find another way but there were none. Every single time, I had to act in the best interest for Camelot. I had to act in protection of Arthur, for the world he was destined to bring. I hated what I had to do to you but there was no other choice." I was pleading with her. Begging her to understand.

"Morgana," Arthur began to say, "I am so sorry for what I have done to you. I was ignorant, blinded by the teachings of my father. You never deserved any of this. I am sorry. If I could change the past I would. But I can't. I can only change myself. Please, give us the chance to prove it to you." When did Arthur get so wise?

Tears began to form in her eyes. "Why. Why did you never change? I needed someone there for me and Merlin left me, and you, Arthur, condemned me once you discovered my magic."

"I know. I was blinded by Uther's teachings and didn't know what to believe."

"Merlin. Help me."

I couldn't refuse.

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Thoughts were racing through her mind. The apologies made sense. But was she ready to forgive? Could she forgive? She knew she wouldn't be able to forget.

Revenge was not forgotten. It was still there. She was just.... Confused.

Could she use this? She could.

She could use their vulnerability.

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