Merlin sought out Morgana who was not too pleased to see him.
"Merlin, why are you here?" she asked.
"Arthur finally crossed the line this time," Merlin said angrily. "He killed an innocent 3-year-old warlock who was completely incapable of keeping back his magic. Arthur didn't even give the child a second thought. And when I tried to bring it up, he slapped me to the floor. Literally."
"But what use do I have for a manservant? Go away Merlin. And consider yourself lucky to have your life after the stunt you pulled in poisoning me," she said. "I only give you your life because I know you well enough to know you never truly mean harm."
"I think you'll want me around after you hear what I have to say," Merlin said.
"Oh?"
"Ever heard of the Emrys?" Merlin said, a quirky smile on his face.
That got Morganas attention.
"The one who has the power to kill me?"
"Yes. But he won't," Merlin said.
"And you know that how?" she said.
"I know the Emrys."
"You. A lowly manservant, knows the Emrys?" she said doubtfully.
"Yes, I do. So are we on the same side or what?" he asked.
"I must say, I've rather missed your quirky charm. And admired you for having to put up with Arthur so much. So…. Yes. But betray me a second time, and I will show no mercy," she thretened. "Now, who is the Emrys?"
Merlin said some words and the entire room was ablaze but nothing burnt. As the flames died down and it was clear nothing had been burnt Merlin said, "Me. I am the Emrys."
"But, how? All this time you've hidden this from all of us? Under the very nose of Arthur and Uther?"
"I believe maybe Arthur wasn't so far gone. That we could still get him on our side. But now I've lost that hope. Which is why I the Emrys will now ally myself with you."
"This is good. Merlin you are an amazing ally. With you by my side Camelot is as good as ours," Morgana said.
"I only have one condition," he added.
"Name it. If we win this or rather when we win this because with our combined magic we are sure to win we will be the rulers of Camelot and all of it will be ours for the taking," she said.
"I don't care about having all of Camelot. All I want is for you to promise that Arthur is mine," he said. "I want to make him suffer myself for what he's done to me and our kind."
Morgana smiled evilly. "I rather like the idea of the proud prince being the slave to his former manservant he abused so. While I wanted to hurt him myself I think you have a better claim to him. He is yours."