To create a life, a life must be taken. That is price of the Old Religion. The balance of the world must be kept. And so, when Uther Pendragon went to his wife’s sister, the Lady Nimueh, she who was High Priestess of the Old Religion, to ask her to create a child by magic, she agreed, but only after she had taken on the face of her sister and lain with Uther Pendragon herself, creating a child born on the dark of the moon. That child was Morgana.
The witch Morgause inherited her mother’s powers, and after Uther Pendragon sentenced her and all other magical children to death as penance for your life, she also inherited her mother’s hatred.”
Kilgarrah’s gaze was ruthlessly unforgiving and cruel as he continued to flay the young prince with the truth.
“The Lady Morgana is a witch as well, sharing the powers of her mother, sister, and nephew. She is also the unacknowledged heir to the throne of Camelot. Beware, Arthur Pendragon, because while she is bitterly aware of one secret, she is not yet aware of the other.”
The prince frowned; there was something that did not add up about the dragon’s story, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. “Why are you telling me this?”
The dragon blew out a gusty breath that smelled strongly of iron and ore. “Because even as you and Merlin are two sides of the same coin, Morgana and Merlin are similarly bound. I have warned the young warlock of the viper in your nest, and he will not heed me. His actions towards the witch has obscured her path of destiny. She stands at a crossroads, her future uncertain. Your actions in response to the revelations of tonight will directly affect her decision to take the first step towards darkness, or towards the light.”
He could not read the prince’s expressions in the flickering torchlight.
“How long has Merlin had magic?”
Kilgarrah answered without thought, caught by surprise by the abrupt change in subject. “Merlin was born with magic in his soul, the result of a prophecy predicted well before your time. He can no more deny it than you can deny the air which you breathe. It is a part of him. It is him.”
Arthur nodded abruptly and melted back into the shadows without another word. Only when the prince was beyond even his keen hearing did Kilgarrah breathe another gusty sigh. He had planted the seeds. Now to see if they would come to fruition.