Memory Jar

Chapter 7

Help came about a week later. And Leon would never have thought to see her ever again.
Morgana's presence had always been something to behold.
With her black hair, her more often than not green dress, her neatly applied make up, she had always had a sense of a queen around her. A sense of a powerful warrior. Only her kindness hardly ever fitted that first impression.

Ever since Uther died – things had changed. She no longer wore green but black. Her hair wasn't neatly bound in a bun but loose in their natural waves. Uncombed and messy and dangerous.
Her makeup was darker, more contrasting.
The power had increased. And her will become sturdy. She was more than a warrior now. She was a priestess. Not a queen –but a goddess. It was'nt kindness she held anymore. It felt more like mercy upon your head.

She lived in a cave – and yet nobody considered her a hermit or a weirdo. No. Morgana Pendragon was terrifying.
In the most beautiful sense.

And what was even more terrifying – both Agravaine and Kara feared her.
Leon hadn't even thought about this. Never dared to hope that Morgana would ever come and speak her opinion to Mordred.
Who valued her opinion above all others. Even more than Kara's. If that was somehow possible.
At least that was what Leon saw, when Morgana entered the halls of Camelot and Mordred's face lit up like it was Christmas or something.

They had scheduled today for lunch. But for now they would drink some tea first.
The entire hall was emptied by and from the guards. Only Mordred, Kara and Morgana in one room. Agravaine was send out to take care of a certain problem with the closest blacksmith.
Who knows what for.
Leon – surprisingly – was allowed to stay.

"I heard you've send your little weapon out." That voice sounded very displeased. It was no secret that Morgana and Emrys weren't on good terms. There was something about a destiny the people mumbled about. But nobody seemed to remember the details of it.
Not that Merlin would know anything about it.
Even if Emrys was destined to kill Morgana. In Leon's humble opinion – that was bullshit.
Merlin would never kill anyone, when he was in his right mind.
The only thing that made him do it was mind control. Morgana should really look into the question of who would be the one making him do it, rather than simply raging on the poor child.
The thing was – despite everything, Merlin COULDN'T remember a thing. He just couldn't. Because, when the topic came up, Mordred had ordered Merlin to forget about this destiny and focus on his mission. Ever since then, Merlin had never mentioned Morgana again. It was an order.
So Merlin couldn't refuse. But Mordred hadn't thought that far ahead. He didn't even realize what he had done.
What power he held over Merlin.

Not that that would help them much. Agravaine – by Mordred's orders – held the same power over Emrys. Which made things even worse.

Morgana was sipping on her tea now. Her lips barely brushing the hot water before she snapped her head away. The cup was steaming – what did she expect? COLD tea?
Mordred nodded, as he himself made the very same mistake and almost burned himself. "Hot.", he hissed and almost spilled his cup all over the table.
Leon had to hold himself back from laughing, as he added milk to his cup.
Kara saw this and frowned at him. ('Milk? IN TEA? Are you a heathen, Leon?', her look seems to say. Drinking milk with tea is absolutely normal, thank you very much.) Leon sank back into his seat.

"Yes, yes. We think he has a lead on finding the prince.", Mordred admitted. Completely ignoring the fact that Morgana moved her head at that vague explanation.
"You still haven't given up on that, have you?", she said, but her head was tilted with a different question.

"Of course not! He is Uther's son! If anyone is a danger to the new laws regarding magic – it would be him. I can't risk him be free and going as he pleases!"