Notes: When I saw the movie, I found the scenario rather short and lacking while some things were missing. Ok, it is said to present Arthur without the cloak of myth, but there still were a lot of inaccuracies or that is just me who only believes it? Well, here is a new perspective with a lot of characters who were ommited in the movie and would have made it more interesting.

P.S.English is not my mother language so if there are grammatical or spelling errors, please be kind (although your advice is welcome). I hope you'll like the story:)

The events are happening after the last battle in the movie, at Badon Hill. Tristan and Lancelot are still alive.(Their death happened so soon and was quite ridiculous)

A CALL FROM THE PAST

Arthur was reaching the village with his closest friends, his Sarmatian knights who had fought by his side, who had trusted him and believed in the same idea that lead him to this difficult battle. He was going back to the village to find his possibly soon-to-be queen and the other people, even the non-combatant ones who had waited with agony for him to cast away the threat of the Saxon invasion. Now it was time to celebrate.

All of them were in bad condition, covered with dust and dried blood. But there was something new on their expression, a sign of triumph and hope was intensely depicted on their faces. It was the hope that the real enemy had now gone and they could start their lives in this island anew, even without Romans. The storm had disappeared and the sun warmed up the fallen seeds on the earth to start the circle of life again.

Despite the general picture they made, there was someone not far away from them who looked quite different.The person neither looked happy, nor sad, like being untouched by the massive enthusiasm around her that even drew people to a frenzy dance. She had almost predicted that, the battle, the victory...Not just due to magic arts or seering talent but because she knew him...she knew him well.

Her eyes, strange, turbulent, full of life, contradictorily shaped on a carefully sweet face didn't even look around the place. They seemed to have concentrated on one face from the very beginning. They seemed ecstatic as if she was looking for him since moments before. Regardless of the fever of victory which had carried away all people there, her own fever deepen in her abdomen couldn't let her calm down.

It had been a long time since she'd last seen him. She knew that she would have rather avoided this place, but Merlin had insisted on her presence. Her arts would be a lot of help, he had said. Even her powerful guardian had agreed with him. She didn't know about the plan of the two of them, she did neither care if they knew the real reasons for her unwillingness to leave the forest and come here, near to Badon Hill. But she knew the danger...the unobvious danger that may even blow over what he had won up to now...

How stupid she was! Despite her curses and the many words of hatred she had wasted for him, she couldn't avoid her past at all. And as it seems now, neither would he. The problem was that there still were a lot of unspoken words between them.

But now, at this moment when she should have concentrated with all her power to face him, she felt numb. Her feelings had started to betray her. Her heart was almost biting ferociously at his view. He seems so happy, so proud...,she thought. When was the last time I saw him in the same mood? She feel like being ready to enjoy the victory together with him. She felt it easy to understand his mirth and make it her own.

Suddenly he saw her too. And his reaction came as a surprise for her. "Morgan! Morgan!", he cried with cheerful look, quickening his step to reach her fast. As if he had answered in her silent call, as if she had been the first person he met, the first person he wanted to meet.
Guinevere from the other side of the village had already seen Arthur coming and she smiled effortlessly at his sight. They'd just won a cruel battle and she would like to welcome and share with him the congratulations. To share her happiness with him. She started to understand that her feelings about this Roman man were growing, more than she would ever believe.

And here he was running, impatient to meet her. He finally reached and embrace her in his wide arms. He playfully lifted her above the ground as if she was made of feather only. And she was laughing with him too. The victory was hers too.

"Morgan! We defeated them! The Saxons! Now we can restore the peace on this place. Oh Morgan! Do you know what that means?"

She answered him. What a strange thing! Her old curses seemed to have vanished at this moment's matter.

"Yes Arthur! You can imagine how happy I am now. And for you...Truly!" She smiled again and he made her to swirl around twice before he put her down. But then, when she finally set food on the ground again something had changed. They weren't in the same mood as before. His gladness for her presence had disappeared now. They looked at each other quite confused and speechless. They looked guilty. Her old sense of bitterness and fear made its return. She felt as if...as if it was her biggest mistake.

"Good to see you...my sister, Morgana.", he said now with a cold voice. "Welcome to my caer, my home. It seems at least I will stay a lot in here. I suppose it's your home too."

That roman sense of honor and self-control! She almost fainted at this. That's a reason why she preferred to stay with the Woads instead of the Romans. She had come to terms with the fact that he wasn't the young boy she'd met in the forests anymore. Now he'd become a whole man, the brave commander of the fortress beside Hadrian's Wall. And the next-to-be king.

Ironic fate! They didn't know they were siblings when they first met. They just liked each other, becoming friends, before the overgrowing feelings made them look at each other with different eyes.

She was so young when she left her house after the cruel death of her mother and abandoned her little brother at the barbarians' mercy who had destroyed the village. She didn't look back, she had never liked the boy as his father either. The little bastard had only reminded her the death of her own father.

Then the years passed. She had returned to her mother's tribe. From early ages she had showed signs of the Sight. That was why her grandmother took her to the magic island to develop her skills. The time came when she needed to return to the forest to become great Merlin's pupil. It was then when she met Uart, a nickname for the later well-known Artorius Castus. She thought sometimes that had she known earlier her real relationship with him, he wouldn't be alive now to win the Saxons at the Badon Hill.

"Oh! I can now understand why you almost ran away from us ,Arthur!" Lancelot, as always, came next to Arthur and examined the newcomer woman from the top to the bottom. His lips then turned to a mischievous and rather lusty smile.

"Would you invite this beauty to our caer to celebrate with us?", he asked. "And especially with me."

"I already did ", answered Arthur with the same coldness in his voice. "Lancelot, here is my long-forgotten sister Morgana. For a long time I've thought she had been killed along with my mother when our village was attacked. And now she appears again at my side. Sometimes I wished she would have been killed then.", he murmured at the end.

Lancelot glanced at him with surprise on his face. Morgan only knew why, he still hadn't forgiven for the influence she bore upon him, for making him loose his logic, for making him willing to abandon his foster family and his career to live with her and with the Prydns. Her tribe now meant the same for him as the Woads.

"Don't be cruel to lost sisters Arthur! After all, we have just won a difficult battle. Don't keep your mind worried about this. I'm the one who will take care of her.", Lancelot said finally finding his old self. But he wasn't the only one to be taken aback by this new situation. Guinevere also found this quite strange. What happened? Who was that woman who seemed to have such an impact on Arthur? She didn't also realize that Merlin had placed himself next to her with his noiseless step, very characteristic of him.

"I asked her to come. We will need her. Besides...she's his sister. Gwenhyfar," he added using her Gael name, "will you stand by him, to relieve him if something bad happen? I know your feelings for him. Don't deny it to me, just promise."

Her puzzled expression made him continue. "The truth is that we need both of them now. Maybe Romans have left for well but a new danger is appearing in the sky. You've already experienced it with Marius. Christians started to dominate this world and use cruel methods to convert whom don't believe in the same god as them. Arthur is christian too, although a pelagian one. Morgan Le Fey is the next Lady of the Lake and the closest to Arthur from our kind. Maybe I made a big mistake making them meet again, but we cannot truly know. Even now, that Romans have left, Saxons were defeated and we have a new king, things seem to change, to follow a very new tide. I can't even predict if the change will be for better or worse but we can hope...just hope that the long-wished peace has finally come."