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Hello, guys! Okay, so, new story. And bear with me because I've never written for Doctor Who before. :P Anyway, like the summary says, this will be an original rendition, and that's why I didn't label it a crossover or anything. There won't be any magic in it or anything, but I hope that you still like it and follow it. I'm not sure what else I should say, but if I think of anything... I'll let you know... later... ;)

Enjoy!

Prologue

A heavy darkness covered the room, and only the tiniest slivers of sunlight were let in through the moth-eaten curtains that covered the tall windows on either side of the throne room. Candlelight flickered in their candelabras, throwing tangerine light across the dark stone that made up the age-old castle.

Long, slim fingers tapped impatiently against the cushioned arm of the oversized throne, and though there was a delicately laid mask on the king's face, that little movement gave away the anger that flowed heavily beneath the surface, and the guards standing a few paces behind the seat dared not breathe for fear of setting him off. In the other hand, the aged king clutched a torn, blood splattered piece of blue fabric like a lifeline, brown eyes fixated on the cloth.

And his worn fingers continued to tap suspensefully against the throne.

A short, sharp knock suddenly rang against the large wooden doors, and immediately the king's dark eyes snapped towards the sound, greying black hair shifting against his shoulders, and he stood as quickly as his weary limbs would allow. His voice, sharp and uneven, called, "Come!"

A click resounded through the room as the lock on the door was released, and the hinges screamed with protest as the heavy doors were slowly pushed open. Standing within the threshold of the doors were four figures, two guards at either side of the entrance, and the two persons he'd been waiting for. Both wore dark cloaks, and as the they stepped forward, the foremost figure lowered her hood, revealing her sharp features and piercing green eyes as she bowed her dark head respectfully before the ruler. The one behind her did the same, but did not lower their hood.

"King Vortigern," the woman greeted in a sickly sweet voice, a wry smile creeping on her lips. "A pleasure to see you."

He did not respond to her and instead looked past her to the guards at the door. "Leave us." Giving the same command to the guards still standing behind the throne, the three were left alone in seconds.

The dark haired woman rose again, clasping her hands in front of her and creating new folds in her cloak. Her calculating eyes never left him, and her lids narrowed as she studied the king. "How may I be of service, my lord?"

Vortigern's lips tightened. "You know perfectly well, Morgana. You are the one who suggested the alliance after all."

The smile on her thin lips broadened to show the whites of her teeth, and a strange sense of bliss ran through her green eyes. "So you have decided."

Brown eyes hardened, and the king took a few steps to his right, still clutching the indigo material in his left hand. "I have heard it said that you can infiltrate Camelot, that you know her weaknesses."

"Indeed."

Without looking at her, he continued. "And that you have inside sources."

"Yes," she answered easily. "Is it safe to assume then that you don't want simple revenge?"

Vortigern whipped around, stalking to the other side of the throne and tightening his grip on the material in his hand. "What Uther did to my son in unforgivable, but it goes beyond that. Camelot, and the land that that wretched castle stands upon, was my father's before the War."

"I am aware of this."

"Then you are also aware of how Uther and his brother stole it while my father was weakened."

"As I recall, sire, your father surrendered the castle to keep this one to preserve yourself, and your family, alive."

"He was disgraced, Morgana. It was stolen from my father in an unfair bargain, and I will have my lands back. Uther has pushed me too far. I cannot allow this injustice to go unpunished any longer."

Morgana held her tongue, keeping the calm mask on her face. "Then what do you need me for when you have an entire army at your disposal?"

"I cannot have any ties to my kingdom. If something goes wrong, it cannot lead back to me."

"I see."

Vortigern paused in his stride and turned towards her, raising his chin ever so slightly as he looked at her. "Do we have a deal?"

The woman tilted her head, pale skin shadowed. "There is a price, my lord, as you well know."

Digging his hand into his pocket, the king pulled out a small sack of coins, tossing them to Morgana as the coins rattled. She caught it with deft fingers, smile growing as she shifted the small sack. "Gold coins. You will be paid the rest when your task if complete."

Again, she bowed humbly at him, eyes dancing with glee. "As you wish, sir."

"Now," he said again as he seemed to suddenly lose any tension he'd been holding and his shoulders relaxed, "may I ask how you plan to infiltrate Uther's court?"

She grinned teasingly at him, but consented. "Of course. Partners should know the other's hand." With a small wave of her fingers, the forgotten figure behind her stepped forward until the the long cloak was brushing the stone beside her. Still, Vortigern couldn't see a face, nor even tell if it was a man or a woman, but as they turned towards Morgana, and she gave an almost imperceivable nod, the figure lowered their hood. Dark, curly black hair replaced the hood, and tanned skin was exposed through the dim light. Blue eyes sparkled, and there was a small smile upon the tall youth's face.

"Who is this child, Morgana?" His voice and face betrayed nothing, but Morgana could see the silent anger bubbling there.

Her smile only widened as her piercing emerald eyes fixed upon the king. "He is no child, my lord. This is my faithful companion Mordred, and he is a trusted knight in King Uther's court."

King Vortigern's smile grew.

Oh, that's what I wanted to say! Alright, so, firstly, thanks for reading! Secondly, updates will be kinda random and sporadic as I'm writing this as I go. Hopefully, though, a few friends will kick my butt if I start lagging *cough* AshleyBrandiOzErin *cough* Hope to see you again soon!

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