Hello everyone! This story starts at the beginning of the third season of Merlin. This chapter is going to be a short one because it is a prologue. I promise most chapters will be much longer. Also a forewarning, I will try not to make this story a lot like the show but it will follow it somewhat. There will be much new content, I just wanted to warn you guys in advance.

Anyways I hope you will like this story and that you will give it a chance. I have a lot of plans for the people of Camelot, that even Nimueh couldn't foresee! Anyways, hope you enjoy :)

Prologue: Behind Enemy Lines

It's almost been a year, since Morgana and Morgause had found me in the woods, poisoned and a brink from death. It was to them whom I owed my life, them whom had given me another chance. They've treated me like a sister, shown me nothing but love, and I will always be loyal to them. That is why, that is exactly why.

My name is Lenariah, I have no memory of the life I had before meeting the sisters, and I no longer feel the urge to find my past anymore. I have a life now, a family, and something worth fighting for. You see, I as well would like to see magic returned to the kingdom, for I too, would love to use my gifts without the risk of being burned at the stake.

The past year has been filed with many challenges, many scrimmages and many healing potions. Morgause has been amazing, she's treated me like I was just as much her sister as Morgana. She's taught us many things, and has broadened our magical skills beyond anything I could have ever imagined. It was time.

Morgana and I have been preparing for this moment for a long time. It will be my first journey to the beautiful city of Camelot, but I know there will be nothing to fear. Morgana is looked highly upon by the kingdom, with her, they will welcome me with open arms. You see, young ladies being held captive by a band of renegade bandits is rather alarming, and is cause for pity. Now I myself don't like the thought of being pitied, but I am aware that it is sometimes your best option.

"It's almost time, better prepare ourselves," Morgana smiled at me.

It was kind of strange how we looked so similar, yet the little things made all the difference. Long black hair, dark eyebrows and a slender form marked us both. Yet, where as Morgana wore extravagant ringlets, mine only had a slight wave to it. Lightly tanned skin and green eyes were the only other differences in my appearance compared to hers.

Morgause grabbed a broken brush and started ratting up our hair. Lets face it, no girl on the run has time to fix their hair. She also brought us ragged looking dresses, ones that she had definitely dragged through the forest for a good hour last night. Last part was our make up, which included mostly dirt and moss. After dressing as realistically as we could, Morgana and I stood and looked at each other. I had to say she had definitely seen better days, but what the hell, so have I. I'm sure I looked just as bad, we looked like wild women.

"Sisters, this is where we part," Morgause said sadness coulding her voice. "I will keep in touch with you, but we must be cautious. We cannot have them suspecting either one of you, of anything. Keep your heads low, and stay together. The Pendragon's rule is coming to an end." Morgause hugged us both, and led us to the edge of our small clearing.

"The prince and his men are close now, keep heading west and you';; run straight into them. Hide until the bandits are killed, it is very important they believe you've been held by them. Now go, you don't have much time." She all but shoved us into the forest, and we began our short journey.

The forest was dark, dangerous and dramatic. The way the fog obscured your sight, the way the roots of the trees laid waiting to trip anyone trying to run. Even the trees around us, were bare and fragile. It was all done by Morgause obviously, to give us a more dramatic entrance. It's easier to escape from bandits in the fog, then when you can see for miles in front of you. Yet still, even knowing it wasn't natural, after being in this forest a year, it was still strange to see the forest this way. It wasn't the forest I knew, so I made sure to stick close to Morgana.

From the distance, I heard the sound of swords clanging against each other. Men's screams and battle cries filled the air. We were close now, just through the trees. Morgana stopped in her steps, also bringing me to a halt.

"Wait, the fights almost over, any minute now," she whispered.

So we waited, for what seemed like a lifetime. Clang after clang, scream after scream. The battlefield was a great place to be, but it didn't come without its downfalls. For me, they happened to be the annoyingly ear shattering sounds of steel against steel. Finally it came to an end and there was nothing but silence. Prince Arthur and his men must be checking for survivors.

"Time for our grand entrance." Morgana winked at me and grabbed my hand. I squeezed back and let her lead me out into the open.

At first all I could make out were shapes, adna aprt of me realized that if this went wrong we were extremely outnumbered. The logical side of me understood that Morgana was the kings loving ward, there was nothing to worry about. We were close enough now I could actually make out faces. Each and everyone of them had the same expression, complete surprise.

"Morgana?" A fair haired pretty boy whispered.

Well, well, well this has to be Prince Arthur. Throughout the year we have been together, Morgana has told me many things about the people back at Camelot. Arthur was everything she ever said he was, the guy who had it all. The name, the looks, everything about him screamed 'I'm a prince'. Of all the people in Camelot, he was the one Morgana spoke most highly of.

"Arthur," She gasped, stumbling towards him.

"Where have you been? What happened to you?" Arthur asked, picking the leaves and moss out of her hair. He seemed sincerely worried about her well being, maybe he would have been a good king.

"I was held captive by a group of bandits, Lenariah and I finally escaped together. I can't believe you've finally found me." Morgana wept, throwing herself at Arthur. I wasn't surprised with her acting skills, we've done a lot of practicing.

For the first time, everyone's eyes fell on me. I watched as they took in my appearance, and breathed a sign of relief when I didn't see one suspecting face. That wasn't completely true, one boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes looked suspicious, but not at me, at Morgana. That must be Merlin, the boy who poisoned her last year. He was the one we needed to convince, not all the other idiots that believed everything she says, but him.

"Let's get back to Camelot, my father will be delighted by your return." Arthur said grabbing his horse. "Of course your welcome to, Lenariah. Any friend of Morgana's is a friends of Camelot's." he smiled a little half smile at me.

Not likely... I thought to myself as I smiled back. Arthur helped Morgana on the back of his horse and climbed on himself.

"Merlin!" Arthur snapped.

"Yes, Sir?" he asked, snapping back from whatever world he was just in.

"Do you expect her to walk back to Camelot?" I couldn't contain my smile, no matter how hard I tried. Arthur may be a prince, and he may be arrogant but he was kind of funny.

"Oh, right." Merlin said quickly getting on his horse and riding over to me. "Give me your hand," I did, and he pulled me up surprisingly easily. Morgana and I made eye contact, and for that split second we smiled. For we knew, from that point on, we were behind enemy lines.

A/N: Prologue Complete! I hope it captured your attention and brings you back for chapter 1!. Thank you for reading!