What if Merlin had a sister? One who never left his side, and who was as loyal to him as he was to Arthur? What if she was responsible for changing the fate of Camelot for the better? What if she love along the way? This is the story of Joanna, and all is never as it seems. In light of the recent concerns with AI and writing, I have moved this story to Archive of Our Own to keep it safe. It is under the same title and username. Sorry to everyone who enjoyed reading it here, but this just makes me feel safer with everything that is currently going on.