The Hatred to His Love

Merlin was a young sorcerer, working as a servant of Prince Arthur and living with the Court Physician, Gaius. But his destiny was to help the Prince return Magic to the Kingdom; without getting himself killed for being a sorcerer that is. Morgana was the King's ward and she too wanted to bring back magic into Camelot. But her hatred for the magic-hating King had pushed her towards dark arts. Though their goal was the same, can their paths ever meet? Read more to find out. :)

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9. Broken Spells and Broken Hearts

Morgana broke off the kiss and moved away from Merlin as though she couldn’t bear to be near him. His eyes though never left hers. They were scourging her soul, searching for answers to unasked questions.

The spell did not work. Though the subject needed to love the sorceress a little, when the sorceress loves him back, the spell would be broken. Morgana did love him. Despite it all, she wanted to be his. Wanted desperately to see him proud of her. but she had ruined it all. There was no chance for their love. There was too much history between them.

“Why do you hate me Merlin?” she asked, finally brave enough to ask him. It was a question that had plagued her since the fateful date Morgause had recovered her from Merlin’s poisoning.

“Why I hate you? I do not hate you Morgana. I despise the choices you made. You gave up every good thing you had in life. Most people don’t have half of what you had, and you gave it all away. For what? A sister that used you as a means to her ends.”

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MORGAUSE!” Morgana screeched. “You are a fine one to talk about using people. You were the one who poisoned me, just to have leverage over her. She saved me. She has been there for me all the time. You used me!”

“You think I poisoned that day you to get some sort of hold over Morgause? What did she tell you?” For the first time, Merlin suspected that Morgana might not have known the reasons behind his actions. She might have been used as the vessel for the sickness without he knowledge.

“She told me exactly what I just told you.” She lifted her chin up, facing Merlin with all the strength she had.

“She used magic to put everyone to sleep. That kind of magic cannot be done without a vessel carrying the sickness. She used you as the vessel Morgana. And only by killing the vessel could the sickness be stopped.”

“No! You are lying. Morgause would never use me that way. Why would she.” Morgana’s told him scornfully yet doubt crept into her mind.

“Think about it Morgana. The sickness started with the persons closest to you. Even Arthur and I got affected by it only after being near you. All the while you weren’t affected one bit. What other explanation do you have?” Merlin asked her, watching as realization dawned on her. Her face was drained of whatever little colour it had and she sunk to the floor. He went to her and took her hand in his.

“I did not do it willingly Morgana. I have never in my life wished you any harm. That day I had no other option. Please believe me.” Morgana turned to look at me; to say something but the door to the cottage burst open just then.

“Get away from him Morgana!” Arthur screeched. His eyes full of scorn for this step-sister. He looked at the woman who he had once loved like his own sister. He looked at the tears in her eyes. No she was not the woman he had once loved. He still loved her. Even though she had tried her best to kill him and Merlin, he loved her. But there was no room for weakness in his heart. Not now, when she had Merlin captured.

“Arthur. Please. Take. Me. Home.” She muttered between hiccups from stifling her tears. Well no change there. She still was the strongest woman Arthur had ever known. Anyone else who have sobbed their eyes out, but not her. He looked skeptically at Merlin, silently asking what had happened. But he just looked at the floor, not meeting Arthur’s eyes.

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