Hi! I am Isolde Catalyst and this is my first story.

Before I get started I would like to thank my beta reader, Illyria Saxon for making sense of my god awful spelling and hideous grammar.

This is a Mordern AU and is also set in another universe.

If the story sucks let me know don't worry this isn't one of those soppy romantic high school fics, but unfortunately the first 5-6 chapters it may be something like it. I have to show these characters in their High school days so you get a feel of who knew who and what's going on.

Pairings are at the moment Merlin/Morgana for the rest of the story I am not sure. Gwen won't appear until after the high school bit.

:D

The Sins of the Prodigies

Chapter 1: Perfection

'This is the life', thought 17 year old Morgana Pendragon, sleeping in her incredibly lavish bed. It was Saturday and thus she didn't have to wake up for anything. She could lie back and feel the sun. She rolled over and stretched before finally fluttering open those illuminating emerald green eyes. She glanced up at the ceiling and then pulled the blanket back over her face, slipping back into a peaceful slumber.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

"Crap" she groaned as she hit the off button on her clock, and rolled over again. Suddenly, she bolted upright. "Shit, shit, shit!" Tearing a frantic hand through her long raven black hair, she threw off the covers and ran over to her iPhone. Friday- displayed loud and clear. Groaning in frustration she ran into her bathroom, brushed her teeth, showered and then stumbled out and opened her large closet, to select her uniform for Baden Public. Her Father, Uther, would have made her go to a private school but she had kicked a fit about pinafores and knee-high socks, and had gotten what she wanted...eventually. She had just closed her sliding mirror door when she heard the phone ring. She ran and grabbed it.

"Arthur?" she asked into the phone.

"Hey Morgs," he replied.

"What do you want?" she asked annoyed.

"Well I called to gloat," his smug reply came.

"About what?" she asked infuriated.

"That it is indeed Saturday, and I set your alarm, and changed the date on your phone." he sounded so proud of himself.

"Bastard," she replied exasperatedly.

He chuckled, "You know why I did it don't you?" he sounded a little sad.

"Yes Art I know."

"So will you come?" he asked sounding hopeful.

"Yeah I'll come," she replied.

"Thanks," he replied and hung up. She stared at her reflection. Long raven mane, emerald green eyes, and a pale Irish complexion. She was easily the eye of perfection (NOTE 1)... just like Morgause.

Arthur Pendragon, her seventeen year old obnoxious brother. They were the same age, except Arthur was born on the 18th of July and Morgana was born on the 13th of July, and both had separate mothers. Arthur could be a complete prat when trying to get his way, but he really did have the best intentions at heart. This time anyway...

Shoving on a pair of light–blue, skinny jeans and a dark forest-green velvety kind of tank top, picking up her black leather purse and shoving her phone inside, she ran down the stairs, as fast as she could, until she reached the main foyer. Uther was standing in the doorway, signing for a package. He waved the post man away, then turned around and saw Morgana.

"Ah Morgana, you look lovely. Come, stay and have breakfast."

"Can't stay, Arthur and I have plans" she replied.

"Since when do you and Arthur have plans?" he laughed.

"Since it's Morgause's birthday or have you forgotten?" she spat.

"What! How dare you? I could never forget! It's tomorrow."

"No, Father it's today," she replied. He glanced down at his phone. "Damn it, Arthur! He changed the dates."

"He did it so that you would come with us to see her. For once..." she added silently. "Will you come?" Uther displayed a haunted look across his face. "No. I'll just stay inside," he murmured silently, and then walked off.

Morgana sighed. "You can't have everything." She smiled sadly and exited their castle.

"Hey Art." she smiled as best she could but it probably came out as more of a wince. "He's not coming," he stated nonchalantly. "Anyways, the car is ready to take us." Jumping in the back of the limo they drove off to see their big sister.

They had arrived at Morgause's residence in Baden Park. Baden Park Cemetery, that is. Walking along the rows of headstones they were simply staring at the ground. Not caring for much around them, they walked on as they knew exactly where it was, there was no need to converse- they already knew there was nothing to say.

They continued walking until they crashed. "Ow! Hey you guys alright?" they heard, as the two of them finally looked up.

It was a boy about the same age as them; sharp angled cheek bones, light blue crystal eyes, pale Northern-Irish complexion and black hair that was cut pretty short, making his abnormally large ears stick out. He was gawky and a little gangly. He was wearing a Yoda shirt and some loose jeans. 'Nerd,' Morgana thought.

"Merlin! You idiot, watch where you're going!" yelled Arthur.

"Yes, hello, Prat, and what the hell are you doing here?" asked this Merlin creature. Morgana was quite little shocked. Nobody, nobody talked to Arthur like that.

(In her head, Morgana was supreme, the rest were low lives; oh and she was evil).

"Could say the same to you... and why have you got flowers?" asked Arthur. Nobody talked to Arthur like that and got away with it. "Oh! Um... they're for the cat. Yeah, a local cat, a pretty very nice cat, but yes, after all, still a cat." he replied.

'What the hell?' thought Morgana.

"What the hell are you on about Merlin?" asked Arthur. "Aw is Merlin's date a dead girl?" teased Arthur. A hurt look flashed across his face for a milli-second but Arthur didn't pick up on it. Morgana nudged Arthur in the ribs... hard. "Ow what was that for!" he yelled.

"He is in a cemetery holding flowers, he is here to see someone!" Morgana growled.

(In Morgana's head she may be supreme but it was only in her imaginary castle where she was the wicked witch. In reality she was just as pissy as everyone else).

"Oh Morgana I never knew that." he replied sarcastically. "Sorry, who are you here for?" asked Arthur. Arthur was being sympathetic. 'Who the hell is this guy and what the hell happened to my brother'. "Not unless you tell me first." He seemed uncomfortable.

"Ugh!" yelled Morgana.

Both boys turned and looked at her.

"We are in a cemetery, we are all here to see someone, someone we love, okay! So, Merlin, since you're here, you may as well tag along since you are making Arthur a human being and I really need that instead of the prat I've usually got instead."

"Hah I told you that you were a prat," smirked Merlin.

"Shut up, Merlin" said Arthur, and he kept walking.

All of them kept walking until they reached two headstones with a dragon crest on them. One labeled;

YGRAINE PENDRAGON

"SHE DIED WITH HONOUR"

The other labeled;

MORGAUSE PENDRAGON

"SHE WILL BE LOVED"

Arthur placed a picnic blanket down on top of the grave and then plonked down next to the head stone. "Umm, isn't that a little disrespectful?" asked Merlin.

"No, when we were ten Morgause would sit down and read us a bed time story, we used to be so scared of the old castle that we used to stay in her bed. We used to sit on top of her and squish her. I don't think she ever told us to get off once. It's a comfort." said Arthur.

"Yeah, I know, you told me about that, I didn't think her grave got the same torture of having your fat arse on it though," said Merlin.

"Umm okay who the hell are you because I don't seem to know you." said Morgana.

"I'm Arthur's new dogs body and best friend!" he smiled.

"Oh, well how come I don't know about you?" she glared at Arthur. Arthur mumbled something that Morgana couldn't make out. "Oh spit it out Arthur!"

"Because he saved my life!" he yelled. Morgana cracked up laughing.

"Oh this I have got to hear." she smirked evilly

15 minutes later.

"Okay so you didn't tell me because you thought I was going to mock you for having a large-eared dork for a best friend."

"Hey!" said Merlin.

"I meant offense," she replied.

"I know you didn't," he replied. "Then again, I'm just glad I don't have to tell myself I'm awesome every day just to believe it. I know I am."

"You..."

"Morgs, we are here to grieve."

"Sorry Art."

There was an awkward silence until Morgana finally spoke. "Hey Art…" Morgana began. But Arthur waved the picnic basket.

"Oh! Good it survived our crash collision course."

"Yeah sorry about that." said Merlin.

She simply smiled at him. Opening the picnic basket she saw there was a bottle of 1951 Chateau Pichon, Longueville Comtesse.

"Wine?" asked Merlin.

"Yeah Morgause loved the old expensive stuff. She was older so she got to drink. Once a year we pull out a bottle and drink some," replied Arthur.

"Hmm, and the cops plus your dad let you drink?" said Merlin.

"Shut up, Merlin."

Merlin rummaged through the basket and then announced, "Dark chocolate."

"Yes, well done Merlin," said Arthur.

"Hey are you going to drink with us?" asked Morgana.

"No I have to go. See ya."

"Merlin, the flowers, did you bring them for Freya?" asked Arthur.

"Yeah." He stalked off after saying the last word.

"Well that was weird" said Morgana.

"You've just got to get to know him."

"Yeah okay... So who's Freya?"

After spending the morning at the grave, they packed up and drove back to Castle Pendragon. They said nothing on the way back in the car, and nothing when they walked in the house. They had been in complete silence. Now she was lying back down in her bed, where she would spend the rest of the weekend.

Morgana's life had never been easy. She had lived with her sister Morgause; her mother, Vivienne; and her step-father, Gorlois every second week. Every other week, she would live with Uther and Arthur She had lost Gorlois when she was 9, about six months after that she lost Morgause. Since then, she and Arthur had always had to compete for Uther's love. Arthur always got it, and Morgana was shunned. Morgause had been Uther's darling. Heck, Morgause was everybody's darling. She was regal- long blonde hair, emerald green eyes, a slight sun tan, slim build. She had a seductive smile, one, that if you looked too long, you fall into her web. Morgause had only ever truly shown affection to Morgana and Arthur. Nobody else. In Morgause's eyes, no one else deserved it. Morgana, soon after that, lost her mother to the shock of it all. Morgana had lost everything in just a few months. What was worse was she didn't even know how it had happened. Nobody had told her how they had all died. She was just told and given no answers, after that she lived with Arthur and Uther. Morgana was one of those gorgeous dolls who could be shown off at dinner parties. Like her sister she was everybody's darling. Everyone's darling but Uther's.