saudadedreams:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/657351

“It will be a long time before any of us will ever see each other again.” AU. Set many years after season 3/4. Morwaine.

 

Morgana huddled at the back of the boat, pulling the cloak tighter around herself to keep the chill out. The water gleamed grey and silver as the boat glided effortlessly through it, the water rippling in gentle waves. There was a heavy mist that blanketed the expanse of the water only allowing limited vision all around. It would have been dangerous if not for the fact that the boat was enchanted to arrive at a certain destination.

Under the cold and biting air, Morgana could smell the acid scent of burning wood and oil. After glancing at her two companions, she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, allowing her senses to travel further towards their destination. The brutal clang of steel against steel made her flinch and she briefly saw a man impaled upon a jutting spear.

“My Lady.”

The sharply spoken words brought her back to her own body and her eyes snapped open. Her pale green eyes met dark brown ones and she nodded, accepting the gentle chastise for what it was. Her companion faced the front once more but now the boat began to move faster upon the water, the water frothing slightly from the pace. She sighed and slid the hood of her black cloak over her face to protect her from the wind. They were nearing their destination. The companions, both women, turned around and considered her.

“You are our High Priestess,” the one who had yet to speak, murmured. There was a slight hint of reservation in her tone as if she didn’t care for that thought. It made Morgana’s hackles rise and she stared at the woman, eyes glinting with flashes of gold. It had taken her years to control her powers, years of heartache to get to where she was now and she was not about to let a little upstart priestess belittle her. The other priestess didn’t lower her eyes, a spark of challenge in them.

“And as such, we will follow your lead in this mission,” the one who had chastised her spoke, shooting the younger woman a sharp, warning glance. She had known the Lady Morgana for a long time which lent her some freedom in addressing her but she knew how ruthless the High Priestess could be. It would not bode well for any of them should Morgana lose her temper. The girl, for that was what she was, no matter how much she protested it, paled slightly as if finally noticing the dangerous beast she was provoking. She nodded demurely, her eyes downcast, shoulders hunched. The older priestess nodded subtly and turned back to Morgana. “We are nearing the shore. How shall we proceed?”