what it means to be good.

chapter 3: a new evil is born

After the incident with the rude soldier whose name she honestly didn't remember, morgana went straight to bed. She took of her worn out dark-ish dress and put on her night gown, if you can call it that. She slipped under her sheets and instantly dozed off.

Morgana was standing in front of a dark tower that shot high up in the sky with no end in sight, she didn't really know how she got here only that she felt like she needed to enter it. The next thing she knows she is now standing on a field of corpses who cry out to her " you monster! you witch! This is all your fault!" they all screamed at her simultaneously . the scene changed, she is now in front of the crystal cave caressing a young child in her arms whose body went limp soon after. She looked up with tears filled eyes as the man standing in front of her bared his teeth at her eyes full of hate.

Merlin with eyes shining the most beautiful gold and a unusual smirk adoring his face. He was in the middle of a courtyard with men surrounding him who cowered in fear at sight of him, only a single man standing up to him with eyes full off disgust and a raging fire off hate.

Gwen covered in blood but not her own. she was looking ahead of her with hollow eyes who have lost too much, she was sitting on her knees with a man lying down next to her, a dagger in her right hand as she held high up in the air and plunged it down straight through the heart of that man.

Arthur chained to a wall with all hope lost in his body language, Gwaine dragging himself out of imprisonment towards a chest in the middle of a clearing in the forest. A woman and a man chanting something in a foreign tongue of the old religion. A blood moon caressing the night sky with the prettiest red that morgana has ever seen. That made a smile appear on the lips of a man levitating high up in the sky watching the spectacle with absolute mirth.

Morgana now enjoying her time in the most beautiful place she has ever seen with people she thought she won't ever associate with ever again. She was truly happy and actually giggling at what one of them said. The scene quickly changed and she was now in a wasteland kneeling before an evil she never saw before. It was holding a sword and it was ready to strike as the sword pierced through flesh but not hers, she could only watch in horror as a man with ocean blue orbs smiled at her and fell face down on the floor. " no......no..no,no,no......NO!!" morgana screamed of the top of her longs as her magic exploded out of her.

Morgana awoke with a piercing scream as she shot up and trashed around, uncontrollable tears started flowing down her cheeks. She hectically looked around and realized that she was back in her room. She tried to calm herself down, her tears wouldn't stop streaming down. Morgana pulled up her knees to her chest and hugged her legs. Her heart was beating at a fast pace, she inhaled slowly to calm herself down. She hoped no one had heard her. Her room was at the far end of the west wing of her castle so there was a high chance that someone did. That seemed to help to control her fast beating heart as it started to slow down. This vision was not like the usual ones she had, normally she would see only pieces of a single event. But now she saw many events playing in a row, the scenes were all of people she wanted to see dead. So she didn't understand why she would be weeping and in so much distress. It should be a happy and overjoyed feeling going through her body but all she felt was sadness, deep cutting sadness. She thought back to those different scenes and tried to bring some order in them. First of all why did she scream like she just lost all hope, she felt like she was the one that got stabbed right in the heart. It brought back memories from when she saw her sister lying on the floor not moving. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly, why did she care so much for a stranger. Dare she even say she felt more in distress than she did when she lost her sister. Dwelling on this won't help her. She needed some fresh air, she couldn't stay in her room any longer. She stood up from her bed and walked up to the door. She turned the handle and went out not bothering changing out of her nightgown. She silently walked down the hall way towards the end, she took the staircase on her right that led straight to an exit. She headed down and made her way out of the castle. Morgana loved the outdoors, it gave her a peace of mind that she never would have gotten in an enclosed space. The woods were peaceful and she felt so free, not hiding from anything or anyone. A small smile played on her lips. " Hello milady" a low raspy voice called out to her, morgana whipped her head around and was ready to strike " who is there!" she demanded in a threatening manner " show yourself!". the creature came into the light and she let out a loud gasp. She never saw anything this hideous before. It was a winged beast, his wings were not made out of flesh but just bones hanging around. His head was formed in an oval, he had pointy ears with fangs sticking out of his disgusting mouth. His eyes were see through and hollow. Morgana could only see darkness in them. He wore a knights armor and had claws on each one of his limbs. He stood on his hind limbs. The very ground he was standing on started rotting. Morgana was horrified to say the least but she kept a blank expression on her face " what do you want?" she asked coldly. The creature just walked straight up to her only a couple of feet away. She kept her stance and faced him. " I am not afraid of you" she found herself blurting out. A smirk formed on his disgusting purple skin. " let me introduce myself, I am Varg and I came to deliver a message to you whether you accept or not is your choice" he voiced. Morgana felt a shiver run down her spine, his voice penetrated her eardrums and made her feel very uncomfortable. " why should I listen to anything you say, you wretched beast! Leave, before end your sorry excuse of a life." She ranted feeling very bold suddenly. Varg was about to respond but got attacked with a stunning spell. He flew backwards hitting a nearby tree. Morgana feeling satisfied with herself walked up to him with confidence, she gave him a small kick on his arm, he wasn't moving so morgana thought It had done the job. She should have done that in the first place, why was she so scared to begin with. It was that stupid vision and the thought of her dead sister that have shaken her she concluded. " you should have thought better then to cross me, my magic is far more powerful then you could ever imagine" she stated proudly. She turned on her heels and made her way back to the castle. A sudden chill blew through the woods and made morgana hug her herself to warm herself up, she took a glance back and felt a sinking feeling in her stomach " that's right, you have powerful magic but what if" Varg said standing now only a few feet in front of her. Morgana could only stare at him as he started to chant something in a foreign tongue, this reminded her of a distant memory or vision but she couldn't put her finger to it. His eyes turned black than they already were wich couldn"t have been possible, a purple cloud started to surround Morgana. " what is this! What are you doing to me!" morgana found herself yelling out horrified. " teaching you a lesson " Varg replied dryly. She tried to fight it back and searched for a spell but couldn't really focus, she felt her knees start to give in. The purple substance started to infiltrate her body. It went in her blood towards her magic core. Every magical being had one and was unique to its persons or creatures holding. It started to suck out her magic and pull very hard. The stronger and powerful the magic the more difficult and more painful it is to pull it out. Varg could only watch in glee as the great Morgana le fey was at his mercy. But he wouldn't let it get to him especially after his master explicitly said so. She should no she will be joining them but not after letting her know who she is dealing with and what he is capable of. Morgana was starting to glow in a shining gold, her eyes rolled back and she felt and unimaginable amount of pain as he literally felt her magic ripped away from her. She let out a loud piercing cry that was like soft music to Vargs pointy ears. "PLEASE NO! STOP! PLEASE!". Morgana whimpered and begged. She never lost her dignity or pride even though she was in excruciating pain but she honestly didn't care right now. Her life, her reason to live. Her freedom was literally being ripped away from her. morgana floated in the air for a while .The golden light that she emitted started to gather and flow in to a vessel Varg was holding. She then landed in awkward position" see now that wasn't so bad, was it? I would like to stay a little longer and watch you but duty is calling. Well till next time. farewell milady" Varg bid his goodbye with a sick smirk plastered on his face as he disappeared in a dark cloud. She could nothing but hold her hand out to him, she couldn't even utter a single word. Her eyes got clouded and her vision start to dwindle. With her last breath and all the might she could muster. " give it back" she barely whispered as she went limp on the ice cold ground of the woods.

A/N : my writing style isn't good but I am improving myself and try to be more descriptive. I know the visions don't make a lot of sense but how I wanted to portray it, they will become clearer in the course of the story. Thanks for reading and stay tuned! This story may seem cliché but there are going to be twists and turns even I don't know how it's going to end.