It seems this is my first fic. It's an experiment really, and I mainly wrote it because this is how I would have liked things to have gone. Anyone interested in reading more? Reviews are very much appreciated and would motivate me to write. Anyway, enjoy. :)

Emrys.

The word echoed around Morgana's mind, tormenting her with its lack of depth and meaning. She had now attached it to a person, a man, a man who haunted her dreams and seemed to be appearing in her life more and more. She now remembered how the old man had narrowly escaped execution after owning up to one of her own schemes. She sighed, guessing that he must have been watching her even before then- no wonder so many of them had failed. Who knew how long he had been in Camelot, watching her, safe and hidden. And yet he still refused to tell her who he was. No-one could be called Emrys in their day to day life. 'Emrys' was a druidic name and he certainly was not a Druid. She could sense the facade around the man. There was something strange about him, something hidden...

Morgana felt a wave of rage wash over her. How could Emrys be so powerful, and of the old religion and still be on Arthur's side? She had seen to it that Arthur hated magic. She would be the one to restore magic to the land! It was her who should be sitting on the throne of Camelot, not Arthur! She should be there with Morgause by her side! But now, because of Merlin and that Emrys she was stuck here in a cold, damp hovel, barely forging an existence!

Morgana heard a loud crash as a pot containing herbs she had collected smashed into a thousand pieces. She sighed miserably. She really did need to learn to control her anger, or at least how to fix things or she would end up having no possessions at all. She knelt and had started to sweep the pieces into her hands when she heard a sharp rap at her door. She recognised the knock – Agravaine. She quickly sprung to her feet, kicking the pieces of pot under the table, and sat back down; she needed to keep her dignity.

"Enter."

The door opened and Agravaine peered around it.

"My Lady-"

"What news?" Morgana cut in sharply. Agravaine had been visiting rather more often than she would have liked recently, and was starting to get on her nerves.

Agravaine seemed to sag slightly as he closed the door behind him.

"None, My Lady."

"What do you mean 'none'? There must be something. Someone somewhere must have heard of an Emrys."

"We have scoured every inch of land and searched-"

"Well you'd better search harder then." Morgana snapped, feeling her anger bubble over. Emrys couldn't hide from her forever, no matter how powerful he was. It would only take one small mistake and she would find him. "I take it you have searched within Camelot as well?" Morgana enquired.

Agravaine looked a little taken aback.

"Of course. But it is hard for me to openly investigate without being suspected, My Lady."

"But that is where we must focus our search. Emrys must live, or have lived within Camelot. There have been too many coincidences. Camelot has a resident sorcerer and that sorcerer must be Emrys! It's the only explanation that makes any sense!"

"Why are you so intent on finding this Emrys?" Agravaine asked.

Morgana hesitated. She hadn't told Agravaine of her seer's gift and had no intention of doing so. If he betrayed her – and she had no doubt that he would- she would need to have kept a few secrets from him. She was unsure how much good it would do her, but it hardly mattered. It would be easy for her to win against him.

"The druids told me of him while I was staying with them. They said that he is my destiny, but if I didn't take action, he would be my doom. He has already found me. I want to find him before he can make use of that advantage."

Agravaine nodded, clearly pretending to understand. Morgana waited as he stood there, watching her.

"Is that all?", she asked after several minutes had passed.

Agravaine seemed to wake from his thoughts suddenly.

"Oh, uh. Yes, My Lady. I believe so."

Morgana waited. He didn't move. Morgana cast a meaningful look at him and then at the door. He seemed to get the message and walked to the door. He turned before opening it and spoke again.

"If there is anything you require..." He left his sentence hanging, realising that Morgana was paying him no attention at all, and left quietly.

Morgana let out a sigh, the beat of his horse's hooves fade into nothing. It was a shame he was the only spy she had. She could do with one less annoying and less interested in her. She thought for a moment on how useful he was. He was certainly in the most convenient position he could be in, though the information she received always seemed limited, and she was beginning to question his commitment. To find Emrys she would need a servant, someone who was almost invisible within Camelot and could pick up information most people couldn't. She suppressed a wave of frustration. She wished desperately that she could be the one in Camelot, searching for Emrys. But of course, the idea was ridiculous. No-one would ever reveal anything to her. Unless...

She thought back to Emrys, and how there was something false. He could be using magic to disguise himself, she remembered reading about such a spell in one of her stolen books. But then, surely Emrys couldn't be that old. The only person that old in Camelot was Gaius, and Uther had told her he was a very weak magician. She roughly pushed the thought of Uther from her mind; she knew better than to trust anything he had said.

She stood and picked out the appropriate book, flipping through the thick, yellowed pages, searching for the one she remembered. She cursed as her finger slipped and one of the pages cut it, a line of blood running along the side of the page. She continued searching with a different finger until she finally turned to the right page in the centre of the book. She quickly read through the spell. It was long, and probably took a lot of power. She quickly flipped back over to the next page to look at the counter spell. It was even longer, and far more complex than the original. She bit her lip hesitantly, weighing the information she could gain against the possibility of being unable to undo the spell. But would it really be so bad. No-one need recognise her now other than Agravaine. Maybe not even him now that she had this plan in place.

Before giving herself time to think further she picked the book off the table and incanted the spell.

"Áhýdan mín andwlita ond bælignisforescýwa áhwylfan mín afol. Áhreddan mec fram oucnaweuness. Áwendednes mín ferjgt. Áwendednes mín ætwist. Íc béon ne exon!"

Just quickly to thank my beta reader, without whom this chapter would be far worse. Please review. My heart will break otherwise.