Echoes of Magic and Fate

by Sunshine3603

Summary:

What if Lena and Kara wake up in Camelot

Chapter 1

Kara and Lena woke with a start, the air around them humming with an unfamiliar energy. Blinking against the haze of disorientation, they both tried to make sense of their surroundings. The room they found themselves in was old, with stone walls adorned in tapestries, and the distant sound of horses galloping filled the air.

They were not in National City anymore.

"Where are we?" Lena whispered, her voice barely audible as she gazed around. The castle-like interior felt ancient, and a chilling sense of familiarity crept through her.

Kara’s gaze hardened, her super hearing picking up the sounds of voices outside the room. "I don’t know, but something’s off. I can’t quite place it... but it feels like we're in the past."

Lena’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at Kara. “No, Kara. I think we're back in Camelot."

The realization hit them both at the same time. They were standing in a time centuries ago—a time when magic was feared and legends were born. The time of Morgana and Merlin.

As they ventured outside, the landscape was unmistakable. The very same castle from the legends of King Arthur. The stone walls, the knights in shining armor—they were all there, just as the stories had said.

Lena’s heart clenched as she looked around. She couldn’t quite explain why, but something about this place, this time, felt like it was pulling her in. And as they walked through the corridors, she realized why. There, in the heart of the castle, stood Morgana.

She looked... just like her. The resemblance was uncanny, down to the same dark eyes that seemed to flicker with an inner fire. The very same look that Lena had seen in the mirror countless times before, but never truly understood. But seeing Morgana in the flesh—alive, vibrant—she felt it. The weight of the truth.

Morgana was in love with someone. And Lena knew who that was.

Kara looked confused as Lena's expression softened with understanding. "Lena?" Kara asked, noticing the change in her tone. "What’s going on?"

Lena’s eyes flickered back to Morgana. “Morgana... she’s falling in love with Gwen."

Kara's brow furrowed, her confusion deepening. “Gwen?”

“Guinevere,” Lena whispered, her voice tinged with sorrow. “She’s the one Morgana has always loved. But Morgana can’t say it. She’s trapped in a world where the person she loves will never be hers.”

Kara’s heart ached as she followed Lena’s gaze, watching as Morgana observed the interactions between Guinevere and Arthur. Morgana’s gaze was filled with longing, a yearning that Lena had seen in her own eyes whenever she looked at Kara. The pain of loving someone, knowing they could never feel the same.

Arthur, oblivious to the emotions surrounding him, laughed boisterously, caught up in the world of knights and kings. He had no idea that beneath the surface, magic swirled in every corner of Camelot, both in his court and in the hearts of those around him.

Then Arthur turned his eyes toward Lena, his expression hardening with suspicion. “You—both of you—are not from here,” he said, his voice filled with distrust. “You look like Morgana, but you are not her.”

Lena's heart skipped a beat as the truth began to unfold before her. "How can you tell?" she asked, the words slipping from her lips before she could stop them.

Arthur narrowed his eyes, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. “You have the same eyes as Morgana. Same mannerisms. You are witches.”

Lena and Kara exchanged a glance, both unsettled by the intensity in Arthur’s gaze. But neither of them was prepared for what happened next.

Morgana, overhearing the conversation, stepped forward, her own eyes flashing with the same power that had once terrified all of Camelot. "You think you know everything, Arthur," she said, her voice sharp, “but you do not. You see witches everywhere, but you know nothing of magic. Your world is full of lies, of secrets you refuse to face.”

Arthur stiffened at her words, not used to being challenged. "Magic is forbidden," he spat. "And yet you—" He pointed to Morgana, then back to Lena. "You both bear the mark of it."

Lena’s chest tightened as she looked at Morgana. She had never thought it possible to meet the woman who had haunted her for years in stories, in the blood that ran through her veins. And yet, here she was—alive and full of the same contradictions. Magic, love, and pain all intertwined. Lena couldn’t help but feel for her.

Kara, ever the protector, took a step forward, her gaze meeting Arthur’s with the force of a warrior. "We don’t have time for your suspicions," she said, her tone as firm as steel. "But you need to understand, Arthur—this world is not what you think it is. And we’re not here to play games with you."

Merlin, who had been listening from the shadows, stepped forward with his familiar calm. “Arthur,” he said softly, his gaze moving from Lena to Morgana. "What you see here is not just magic. It’s fate."

Lena and Morgana’s eyes met. Two women, two different lives, but bound by the same truth—the truth of a love unspoken, unfulfilled, and lost to time.

Morgana’s heart clenched as she looked at Lena, seeing in her the same rawness that had once marked her own life. "You see it, don’t you?" Morgana whispered, her voice barely audible. "The pain of loving someone who can never be yours."

Lena nodded, her own emotions swirling. "I see it. I understand. But I can't change it."

And with that, the weight of their shared fate settled over them. Two souls like sister, connected by love, magic, and time itself.

Chapter 2

Lena took a deep breath, her fingers brushing the silver pendant around her neck—a relic from her own time, a symbol of both her witch heritage and her connection to the magical world. She could feel the pulse of power beneath her skin, magic that had been a part of her since birth. But this world... this time... it was something altogether different.

Kara, standing beside her, was the opposite of Lena in so many ways. Where Lena’s power came from ancient spells, roots, and incantations, Kara’s strength was built on the very fabric of the stars themselves. She was Kryptonian, born of a world destroyed long ago, a creature of raw power and might. Unlike Lena’s magic, which required patience, understanding, and control, Kara’s abilities were instinctive—her strength, flight, heat vision, and invulnerability were part of her, as natural to her as breathing.

Yet, here in this ancient place, with all its magic and mysticism, Kara felt... different. Vulnerable in a way she didn’t entirely understand. The magic in Camelot seemed to stretch and bend in ways that even her Kryptonian resilience couldn't predict. Her powers were affected by the ancient energies around her, and she couldn’t help but wonder how they would hold up in the face of such raw and untamed magic.

Lena, too, felt the weight of this place pressing on her—like a heavy fog that threatened to suffocate her magic. The earth beneath her feet hummed with power, but it wasn’t hers. She could sense that Morgana’s magic, while similar, was different—darker and more unpredictable.

As Kara and Lena made their way deeper into the heart of the castle, they both noticed how the others in Camelot looked at them—especially Morgana. It was as if she could sense their difference, their power, but she did not seem threatened by it. Instead, Morgana appeared to be intrigued, her dark eyes flickering with something that was part curiosity, part knowing.

Morgana’s gaze met Lena’s, and for a moment, it was as if the world had stopped. The two women stood across from each other, each a reflection of the other in some unspoken way—both powerful, both outsiders, both carrying the burden of love unspoken, unrequited.

“I can feel your magic,” Morgana said, her voice low and full of understanding. “It’s like mine, but different. Stronger, perhaps.”

Lena hesitated for a moment before answering. "I am a witch. Magic flows through me, but it is not the same as the magic here. This world... it's different. I can sense it.”

Kara’s curiosity piqued at the mention of magic, and she glanced at Lena, her brow furrowing. “So, you’re a witch like Morgana?”

Lena nodded. “Yes, but we come from different worlds. I come from a place where magic is hidden, forbidden by many. But in this world... magic is everywhere.”

Merlin, who had been silently observing, stepped forward. “Magic is not something to be toyed with here. It is the essence of life itself in Camelot, woven into every stone, every tree. To understand it, you must first accept its risks.”

Kara, ever protective of Lena, took a step toward Merlin. “And what exactly does that mean? You’re not exactly selling us on this magical world. If Lena and I are somehow here, in your past, you need to explain why. And fast.”

Merlin looked at Kara, his wise eyes piercing her with an understanding that made her feel vulnerable in ways she hadn’t anticipated. "You are from the future, I presume. Just as she is." He nodded toward Lena, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "And yet, both of you are bound to this time, in ways you cannot yet comprehend. What you see before you—what you feel—is fate, not chance."

Lena exchanged a look with Kara. "I don’t believe in fate," Lena murmured, her voice filled with doubt. "I believe in choice. In the power we have over our own lives."

Merlin’s eyes softened, and he gave a small nod. "Perhaps. But there are forces that govern this world, forces older than any of us. They have seen you, and they have decided that you must be here."

Kara crossed her arms, not one for cryptic answers. "We don’t have time for riddles. If we’re here, we need to know why. What’s going on?"

Merlin’s gaze became distant, almost sad. "The world you know—your world—is on the edge of destruction. The forces of magic that govern this time have been disturbed, and only those with the power of both magic and strength can restore balance. That is why you are here."

Lena felt a chill run down her spine. "Balance? What do you mean?"

Merlin turned his gaze toward Morgana, whose eyes were still fixed on Lena, a silent understanding passing between them. "Morgana," Merlin continued, "has the power to bring forth change. But she is not the only one. There are others—like you, Lena—and like Kara. Together, you can help us restore the balance that has been disrupted. Together, you may be the only hope for Camelot."

Kara stepped forward, her fists clenched in determination. "We’re not staying in the past. We need to get back to our time. We have people to protect. We can’t afford to play saviors in some twisted history."

Lena, however, was quiet. She turned toward Morgana, sensing something more between them than just power. She felt something in her stir, something deep within her that made her understand Morgana’s position all too well.

"You’re afraid," Lena said softly, "afraid of being alone in this. Afraid that your power will consume you, just like mine nearly did."

Morgana’s eyes flickered with surprise, but she said nothing.

Kara placed a hand on Lena’s shoulder, a silent reminder that she wasn’t alone in this. "Lena," Kara said softly, "we need to focus. If we’re going to help, we need to know exactly what we’re facing. No more mysteries."

Lena nodded, her voice steady but filled with the weight of everything they had yet to understand. "We’ll figure this out. Together."

But as she looked at Kara, and then at Morgana, Lena couldn’t shake the feeling that the answers they sought would come with a cost—one that none of them could predict. And as Kara’s hand tightened around her own, Lena knew they were both bound by forces far beyond their understanding.

Chapter 3

Lena’s eyes softened as she looked at Morgana, a deep understanding passing between them. She had seen it in the way Morgana looked at Gwen—there was more to it than just friendship, a longing in her eyes that was hard to ignore. It was the same look Lena had when she gazed at Kara, the same unspoken bond that she had tried to bury for so long. Lena knew this pain well—the pain of loving someone and not being able to express it.

"You feel for her," Lena said quietly, her voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would break the fragile connection they shared in this moment. "You love Gwen. I can see it in your eyes. It’s the same way I feel about Kara."

Morgana’s face flickered with a mixture of surprise and guilt, but she quickly masked it with a cold stare, turning her gaze away from Lena. "I do not have time for such things. Gwen is my closest friend. I would never—" she faltered, her words failing her.

Lena stepped closer, her voice gentle but firm. "But you do feel it, don’t you? You’re afraid to say it because you don’t want to lose her. You don’t want to risk ruining the bond you have."

Morgana’s gaze snapped back to Lena, her expression hardening. "You don’t understand," she said, her voice tight with emotion. "Gwen is everything to me. If I tell her... if I show her what I feel, I might lose her. I can’t do that. I won’t."

Lena’s heart twisted in sympathy. She understood the fear all too well. "I know the feeling," she said softly. "I look at Kara the same way you look at Gwen. But I can’t tell her. Not now, not ever, because it might change everything. It’s the same for you, isn’t it? You can’t risk losing Gwen."

Morgana’s expression softened for a brief moment, her defenses slipping as she met Lena’s gaze. "You’re right," she whispered, her voice tinged with sorrow. "But that doesn’t make it any easier. I can’t tell her, and I won’t. She’s my best friend, and I cannot burden her with my feelings."

Lena nodded, her gaze shifting to the floor. She knew how it felt to carry such a heavy weight, to keep her heart locked away, even when every fiber of her being screamed to be honest. It was easier, in a way, to keep the truth hidden. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

"You’re not the only one who’s afraid," Lena murmured, her voice low. "I know exactly what you’re going through, Morgana. But if you keep everything inside, if you never speak your truth, it’ll destroy you from the inside."

Morgana’s eyes flickered with something that might have been hope, but it was quickly buried beneath the walls she had so carefully constructed around herself. "And you, Lena? Will you tell Kara how you feel?"

Lena’s breath caught in her chest. The question was simple, but the answer was complicated. She had never allowed herself to fully admit it, not even to herself. She had always kept her feelings for Kara locked away, afraid of what it might mean for their friendship, for their bond. But now, facing Morgana’s raw honesty, something inside her shifted.

"I don’t know," Lena said, her voice quiet but resolute. "Maybe one day. But not today. Not yet. I’m not ready for that."

Morgana’s lips twitched into a bittersweet smile. "Neither am I," she said softly, her voice tinged with regret. "But maybe, one day, we’ll be ready. Maybe we’ll have the courage to speak the truth."

Lena gave a small nod, her heart heavy but relieved to share this moment of understanding with Morgana. They were both carrying the same burden, even if their paths had brought them to different times, different worlds. The pain of unspoken love was universal.

"But until that day comes," Lena said with a soft sigh, "we have to protect ourselves. We have to protect those we care about, even if it means keeping our feelings hidden."

Morgana’s eyes softened, her gaze shifting toward Gwen, who was speaking to Arthur in the distance. There was a faint longing in her eyes, but it was quickly masked by her usual stoic expression. "I will keep my secret, Lena," Morgana said quietly, her voice resolute. "But I will never stop caring for Gwen. And I will never regret that."

Lena smiled faintly, a bittersweet understanding settling in her chest. "Neither will I."

As they stood together in the dim light of Camelot, two women from different times, different worlds, they shared a quiet, unspoken bond—a bond forged in the fire of love and sacrifice. And though they both knew that the road ahead would be filled with uncertainty and heartache, they also knew that they were not alone in their struggles.

In that moment, it didn’t matter that their love remained unspoken. What mattered was that they understood each other. And that, perhaps, was enough for now.

Chapter 4

The castle’s quiet halls seemed to hold their breath as Lena walked beside Merlin. The moonlight filtered through the narrow windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air felt thick with unspoken words, and for once, Lena didn’t mind the silence. It was easier to be still than to speak, especially when her heart was heavy with truths she had never shared.

But tonight, she had to speak them. She had to tell Merlin what she had seen, what she knew, and perhaps, what they both needed to hear.

Merlin’s steps echoed softly as he walked beside her, his expression unreadable. He had been unusually quiet lately, a far cry from the confidant he once was. Lena knew that something weighed heavily on him, something that had to do with Arthur, something more than just his usual role as the king's advisor.

Finally, as they passed a quiet alcove, Lena spoke, her voice steady but laced with a softness she hadn’t realized she was capable of.

"Merlin," she began, her gaze softening as she looked at him, "I know."

Merlin stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Know what, Lena?"

Lena took a deep breath, the words hanging heavy in her chest. "I know you love Arthur."

There was a long, stunned silence between them. Merlin’s face went pale, and for a moment, Lena wondered if she had overstepped. But when he opened his mouth to speak, she saw the flash of denial in his eyes.

"I don’t—" Merlin began, but his voice faltered, and he quickly looked away. His fingers gripped the fabric of his robe tightly, as if trying to hold onto something real, something tangible. "That’s not possible. I’m his advisor, his protector. I can’t love him."

Lena stepped closer, her gaze piercing yet understanding. "Merlin, please." Her voice softened, but the weight of her words was undeniable. "Don’t deny it. I see it. The way you look at him when he speaks, when he smiles. The way you protect him, not just with magic, but with everything you are. You love him, Merlin. And it’s okay."

Merlin’s breath hitched, and he swallowed hard, trying to mask the emotions swirling beneath the surface. "It’s not that simple, Lena. He’s the king. He... he can’t love me back. And even if he did, my magic, the burden I carry—" He paused, his voice dropping. "I’m not worthy of him."

Lena shook her head, her expression gentle yet firm. "That’s where you’re wrong. You’re not just his advisor, Merlin. You’re his friend. You’ve stood by him through everything, through battles and betrayals, and you never asked for anything in return. You are worthy of love, of his love. You’ve always been."

Merlin let out a bitter laugh, though there was no joy in it. "It’s easy for you to say, Lena. You see things with such clarity, such conviction. But you don’t understand the weight of what I carry. My magic is dangerous. It’s too much for anyone to handle, let alone someone as pure as Arthur."

Lena reached out, her hand finding his arm, steadying him. "Merlin," she said quietly, "Arthur isn’t just some idealized king on a pedestal. He’s a man, a man who’s struggled with his own fears and doubts. And you’ve been the one constant in his life. He needs you, just as much as you need him. But if you keep denying your feelings, you’ll both lose something precious."

Merlin turned to face her then, his eyes filled with conflict. "And what about you, Lena? What do you think will happen if you tell Kara how you feel? Will you lose her too?"

The question hit harder than she had expected. Lena’s chest tightened, and for a brief moment, she wanted to retreat, to avoid facing her own feelings. But the truth had to come out, just as it had for Merlin.

"I don’t know," Lena admitted, her voice soft. "But I know I can’t keep hiding from it forever. Maybe one day, I’ll tell her. Maybe I’ll risk it. But I can’t do it today. Not yet."

Merlin’s gaze softened, and for the first time in a long while, there was understanding in his eyes. "You’re right," he said quietly. "We can’t hide forever. And maybe… maybe one day, Arthur will see me for who I truly am. But until then, I’ll have to keep this secret locked away, just as you do with Kara."

Lena nodded, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "We’ll figure it out, Merlin. One step at a time. But don’t deny what you feel. You deserve to be loved, just as much as anyone else."

For a moment, they stood together in silence, two souls bound by their unspoken truths. There was a comfort in knowing they weren’t alone in their struggles, even if the path ahead was uncertain. They had each other, and perhaps, that was enough for now.

Merlin let out a slow breath, his shoulders loosening as if some unseen weight had lifted from him. "Thank you, Lena," he whispered, his voice raw with gratitude. "For seeing me."

Lena smiled, her heart lighter than it had been in days. "You’re welcome. Just don’t keep denying it for too long, Merlin. Life’s too short."

As they turned to walk back toward the heart of Camelot, Lena felt a small but significant shift within herself. Maybe, just maybe, they could both find the courage to speak the truths they had kept hidden for so long. And if not now, then in time.

Chapter 5

Lena’s thoughts swirled as she walked away from Merlin, her conversation with him still echoing in her mind. She had never been one to shy away from the truth, not when it came to science, to logic, or to her work. But when it came to her heart, when it came to Kara, it felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure if the leap would lead to freedom or destruction.

As she moved through the dimly lit corridors of Camelot, Lena couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that she had given Merlin the advice she should have followed herself. Tell the truth. Be honest with the people you care about. But as she thought about Kara—about the way her heart raced when Kara was near, about the deep, unspoken connection they shared—Lena felt the weight of her own fear.

What if telling Kara ruined everything?

The thought was enough to make her stomach twist. But she couldn’t keep running from it. Not anymore. Lena knew it was time to confront her feelings, to stop hiding behind the walls she had so carefully constructed. If she couldn’t be honest with Kara, then what was the point of everything else?

She found herself standing in front of Kara’s door, her breath shallow as her hand hovered over the wooden surface. This was it. The moment she had been dreading, yet longing for, all at once.

With a deep breath, Lena knocked.

Moments later, Kara opened the door, her bright blue eyes meeting Lena’s with a smile that instantly warmed her heart. But the smile faded as she saw the look in Lena’s eyes, the way her shoulders were tense, her expression unreadable.

"Lena? Is everything okay?" Kara asked, her voice gentle, concerned.

Lena swallowed, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. "Kara," she started, her voice a little too quiet. "I need to talk to you. About something important."

Kara stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter. "Of course. What’s on your mind?"

Lena hesitated for a moment, standing in the doorway, then walked in, her gaze never leaving Kara’s. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, a nervous flutter that seemed to echo through her entire body.

"I’ve been carrying something for a long time, Kara," Lena said, her voice faltering. "Something I should’ve told you a long time ago. And I think you need to know it now."

Kara tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowed. "What is it, Lena? You know you can tell me anything."

Lena took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. "I… I love you, Kara. I have for a long time."

The words came out in a rush, a flood of emotion that she couldn’t contain any longer. But as soon as they left her lips, Lena felt a weight settle in her chest. The air in the room seemed to shift, heavy with the silence that followed.

Kara’s eyes widened, but she didn’t speak immediately. Lena’s heart began to race even faster as she watched Kara, her mind spiraling with all the things she couldn’t say.

"I—" Lena started, but the words caught in her throat. She had never imagined that telling Kara how she felt would be this hard. She thought she would be ready, that the moment would feel empowering. But now, standing there in front of Kara, her vulnerability exposed, all she felt was fear.

And then, before Lena could stop herself, the words tumbled out. "I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I was afraid. Afraid of ruining everything between us. But I can’t hide it anymore. I need you to know."

Kara opened her mouth as though to respond, but before any words could escape, a look of shock crossed her face. Her eyes darted to the floor for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, suddenly, without warning, Kara turned and rushed out of the room, leaving Lena standing there in stunned silence.

Lena’s breath hitched, panic rising in her chest. "Kara?" she called out, but there was no answer.

She ran after her, her heart thumping as she rounded corners, calling her name again. "Kara, wait! Please!"

She rounded another corner, her breath catching in her throat as she spotted Kara ahead of her, her back turned. Kara was moving quickly, almost too quickly, as though she were running from something. From Lena.

But then, just as Lena was about to call out again, Kara stopped. She stood there, breathing heavily, her shoulders shaking as if she were trying to steady herself. Slowly, she turned to face Lena, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"I didn’t know how to react," Kara whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn’t know what to say… I didn’t know how to handle this."

Lena’s heart cracked as she saw the vulnerability in Kara’s eyes. She had thought her confession would change everything, but instead, it had left them both hanging on the precipice of something unknown.

Kara took a step forward, her gaze searching Lena’s face. "Lena, I—" she started, but then she faltered, unsure. But then, in a burst of emotion, Kara closed the distance between them, her hands gently cupping Lena’s face.

"I love you too," Kara whispered, her voice barely audible, but the sincerity in it was undeniable.

Lena’s breath caught in her throat, her chest tight with emotion. The words she had longed to hear for so long were finally spoken, and yet, it felt like the world had shifted on its axis.

Kara’s hands slid down to Lena’s arms, pulling her closer. "I’ve loved you for a long time," Kara admitted, her voice trembling. "But I didn’t know how to say it, not after everything we’ve been through. I was afraid too, Lena. Afraid of losing you."

Lena’s heart swelled with relief, the weight of her fear lifting as Kara stepped closer, their foreheads gently touching.

"You’re not going to lose me," Lena whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I’m not going anywhere, Kara."

For a moment, the world outside faded, and all that mattered was the quiet, shared moment between them—the truth finally spoken, the love that had always been there, now laid bare.

And in that moment, Lena knew that, no matter what the future held, they had taken the first step toward something they both deserved. Together.

Chapter 6

The air between Lena and Kara felt lighter now, the weight of the unspoken love finally lifted. They stood there, faces close, as if the world had momentarily paused around them. Lena’s heart still raced, her emotions swirling in the aftermath of their confessions, but the sense of peace that washed over her made everything feel right.

After a long moment, Kara took a step back, her hands still resting gently on Lena’s arms. She smiled softly, her eyes sparkling with the quiet joy that only came from truly understanding each other.

"I didn’t think I would ever hear you say that," Kara whispered, her voice full of wonder. "I’ve wanted this for so long, but I didn’t think I was ready to face it."

Lena smiled, a mixture of relief and gratitude flooding her chest. "Neither was I," she admitted. "But sometimes you just have to say the truth, no matter how scary it is."

Kara nodded, her thumb gently brushing Lena’s arm. "And I’m glad you did. I’ve always felt this... connection between us. But I was scared too. Scared it might ruin what we have."

Lena reached out, taking Kara’s hands in her own. "It won’t," she said firmly, her eyes locking with Kara’s. "This is just the beginning. We’ll figure it out together. One step at a time."

Kara smiled, a deep warmth in her eyes. "Together," she repeated softly, and it felt like a promise.

As they stood there, lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment, Lena couldn’t help but think about Morgana. The older woman had always carried an aura of mystery and strength, but underneath that exterior, Lena had seen the vulnerability—just as she had seen her own. And now, Morgana would understand. She had her own burdens to bear, her own secrets. And maybe, just maybe, Lena’s boldness could give Morgana the courage to face her own heart.

Determined, Lena took Kara’s hand and led her outside, toward the garden where Morgana had last been. The cool night air wrapped around them as they walked, the faint sound of Gwen and Arthur’s voices carrying in the distance. They reached the stone bench where Morgana sat, her gaze fixed on the stars above. When she noticed Lena and Kara approaching, she turned toward them, her expression guarded, as usual.

Morgana’s eyes flickered between Lena and Kara, sensing the shift in the air. "Everything alright?" she asked, though the concern in her voice was subtle.

Lena smiled, feeling a wave of warmth for the older woman. "Yeah," Lena said softly, her gaze meeting Morgana’s. "I told Kara how I feel."

Morgana’s eyes widened slightly, her expression softening. "You did?" she asked, her voice almost in disbelief, as though she hadn’t expected it.

Lena nodded. "I did. And she feels the same way."

A small smile tugged at Morgana’s lips, her eyes glistening with what could have been pride or relief. "I’m happy for you, Lena," she said quietly. "You were right. I think you needed to say it."

Kara squeezed Lena’s hand, standing beside her. "It feels... freeing," Kara said, her voice warm. "I didn’t realize how much I was holding back until Lena spoke the truth. I think we both needed that."

Morgana let out a soft sigh, the kind of sigh that carried years of unspoken thoughts and emotions. "It’s never easy, is it?" she said, her voice a little distant. "To tell someone how you feel. To open yourself up like that."

Lena stepped forward, meeting Morgana’s gaze. "No, it’s not easy," she agreed. "But sometimes it’s worth it. Sometimes the fear is worse than the reality."

Morgana looked at them both, her eyes flicking between Kara and Lena, before she spoke again, quieter this time. "I’m glad you did it," she said, the words almost a confession. "I’ve been... afraid of doing the same thing with Gwen. I love her, Lena. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. But I’m scared. I don’t want to ruin our bond, the friendship we have."

Lena’s heart swelled with understanding. "I get it," she said, her voice soft but firm. "But you can’t keep hiding it, Morgana. The fear of losing her will only hurt you both in the end."

Morgana met her gaze, her lips slightly parted as though she were considering Lena’s words. The cold walls around her, the walls that had always kept her guarded, seemed to crack, just a little.

"I don’t know if I can tell her," Morgana whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I don’t know if I’m ready to take that step."

Kara stepped closer to Morgana, her presence calming, like a warm light in the dark. "Morgana, I think you're stronger than you realize," she said gently. "And maybe Gwen already knows, in her own way. Sometimes, the people who love us can sense things before we even say them."

Morgana’s eyes softened as she looked at Kara, a flicker of hope passing through them. "You think so?"

Lena smiled, her heart full. "I know so. And just like me with Kara, you’ll find the right time. It’ll happen when it’s meant to."

Morgana stood up, her posture straighter now, though she still seemed hesitant. But there was something different about her. A quiet strength that had been hiding beneath her usual guarded exterior.

"Maybe you’re right," she said, her voice steadier now. "Maybe I can do this. Maybe I can be honest with Gwen. I just... I’ve been so afraid."

Kara smiled at her, a knowing look in her eyes. "Fear is natural," she said. "But the truth is always worth it."

Morgana nodded slowly, a small, grateful smile crossing her face. "Thank you," she said, her voice sincere. "I think you’ve given me the courage to do what I’ve been afraid of for so long."

Lena’s heart swelled, both for herself and for Morgana. She knew that their paths weren’t always going to be easy, but at least now they both had the truth to guide them. Together, they would find their way.

And maybe, just maybe, it was time for Morgana to find the love she had always deserved, just as Lena had found hers.