Morgana followed me into the shop. She might as well get a job. God knows how boring the house can get.
"Hello, Merlin," Cynthia greeted, "Who's your friend?"
"Hi, Cynthia. This is Morgana. She's new to the town." Cynthia walked over and shook Morgana's hand.
"What can I do for you guys today?"
"I was hoping that you could offer her a job. It's fine if you can't. You know how boring it gets to just stay home."
Cynthia, ever the kind soul, helped Morgana get set up and showed her around the small store. I continued to walk around, helping to clean up and organize the books.
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At five, we began to close up shop and Morgana and I headed home. It was silent as we walked back to the house.
Arthur was home, making... Cereal?
"Arthur, I taught you how to make other things you know..."
"Yea, but those might burn the house down."
"I give up..."
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Morgana lay in bed staring up at the ceiling.
"Morgause, sister. I wish you were here. Now more than ever, I need your guidance." Back and forth and back and forth again, ideas ran through her mind: the necessary materials, plans to fall back on, poisons, knives, weapons, on and on the list went. "Thank you, sister."
AN: So sorry this chapter is so short. This is more of a filler chapter and I really didn't know where else to go with this. (Remind anyone of my first few stories from three years ago?)
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Coming Home
FanfictionModern Merlin AU and Mergana fanfiction. When Camelot fell, only Merlin was left. He was alone and broken. Waiting on a prophecy that failed him. But Arthur has returned. Is Merlin really the same Merlin he left behind? With every good thing that h...
