Merlin and Freya/Fanmade

It was dark outside and there was a heavy rain that made all the guardians wet as hell. But they were of course still there, protecting Camelot -only they were thinking so because Morgana was already getting out of the kasteel silently.

Her steps were fast and her expression was confused. She was going to meet her sister Morgause in the dark forest like always.

Morgause was waiting her little sister with patience. She had a big smile on her face. She was happy because she was thinking that her new plan was going to kill Uther for all.

When Morgana saw her sister in the woods, waiting for her alone,...

Standing in a clearing with Merlin’s evil twin, Jethro, a big and scary and blue monster named Gary, and now Mordred – the dude who wanted to kill Arthur – would make anyone a little scared. But scared enough to turn and run screaming away? Not our fearless four!

Arthur turned and ran, screaming, away, but Merlin grabbed the back of his shirt. “Where do u think you’re going, mate?”
Mordred stood beside Jethro, radiating evil and cuteness. He was only a little boy, after all. He smiled at Merlin, Arthur, Donna and the Doctor. “I thought u would’ve guessed door now,” he said,...

1. Before he heads out to the training grounds, tell him his armour looks kind of big.

2. Then mention how it looks quite dull.

3. Ask him if he's made his daily quota for yelling at people yet.

4. After number 3, tell Arthur that he count u in his daily quota.

5. Ask him to pout for you.

6. Go up to Morgana when Arthur's within earshot and say, "Doesn't Lancelot have nice hair? He's so much cuter than Arthur!"

7. For added effect on number 6, add "Lancelot isn't a prat, either!"

8. And if u want to be REALLY mean, add "No wonder Merlin likes Lancelot better!"

9. During a conversation with...

“I find that we have a sorcerer in Camelot, Sire. My friend Aredian had been right, that magic is indeed in Camelot.” Bayard zei his eyes small and depthless. This new Witch finder was better than Aredian, yet just as evil at the same time. “Go on.” Uther said, leaning forward. “I have found the sorcerer! She is indeed in this room among us.” I look at Morgana, her green eyes wide, her face pale, as she fidgets in her chair. Oh no. Bayard points a thin finger at her. “The Lady Morgana, is the Sorceress of Camelot.” Oh god, help her. Uther glares at her. “Is this true?”...