Character/s: Morgana, Aglain
Summary: During 2.3, Morgana gets away with the druids rather than returning to Camelot.
Word Count: 422
Prompt: #211, Elusive
Author's Notes: Part of a larger WIP.
Morgana stared into the fog for a moment, wondering where it had come from. She hoped that Merlin had gotten away or hidden somewhere, because if he’d been caught . . .
"Morgana!” Aglain’s voice broke into her thoughts. “We've got to keep moving!”
She gave him a quick nod and let him help her into the woods beyond. Her ankle felt much better thanks to the healing spell but still twinged now and then. But at least Aglain and Mordred seemed to know where they were headed. She had no clue but trusted them with her life.
After several minutes, the sound of Camelot’s searching men faded and the fog grew thicker. But after several more minutes of travel, it faded away and soon she was able to see the sun again. They were headed east, toward what she didn’t know, but it was away from Camelot and that was good enough for her.
They walked for several hours, meeting up with refugees from the camp now and then. Eventually Aglain stopped walking and closed his eyes for a few moments. He seemed to be listening for something Morgana couldn’t hear. Several of the other druids had done the same thing and she watched them, wondering what was happening.
After a minute or so, Aglain opened his eyes and said, “We’re nearly there.”
“Where?” Morgana asked.
“Our refuge. But to enter it, you must know your true name.”
“The name of your essential self. Sometimes it and your given name are the same, but that is not the case for you, Morgana. Destiny is too much with you.”
“You will learn, Morgana. For now you must discover your true name.”
“How do I do that?”
“Close your eyes. Reach deep into yourself, down to where your magic lies and just feel.”
Morgana closed her eyes and listened to Aglain’s voice guiding her into herself. She found the bright spark of her magic and listened closely. The word started out as a quiet whisper but grew louder the harder she focused. “LeFay,” it said to her.
She opened her eyes. “LeFay,” she told Aglain.
“Good. Now when I tell you, repeat it in your mind.”
They walked on for a few more minutes. At a seemingly random spot, Aglain touched her arm. “Now.”
Morgana walked forward, thinking “LeFay” over and over in her mind. One moment they were in the woods, the next a sea of tents materialized in front of her. A refuge indeed, she thought.