A/N This is both my first story in this fandom as well as my first multi-parter. It's set after season 4, so spoilers for that and anything that came before. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

***Edited 7/8/2013***

The man walked cheerfully along the dirt road, if a little nervously. Though his reasons for coming to Camelot were not of the pleasant kind, he was still delighted to be visiting the city. It had never been his true home, but he had many fond memories of the place. He often reminisced of the golden days before the purge, when he had often come to visit his brother, enjoying the sights and sounds of the city as well as the vibrant atmosphere.

The man was nervous because, although if he wasn't very powerful, he was a sorcerer. No magical being, in his opinion, could possibly walk along the road to Camelot without being at least a little apprehensive. Of course, he hadn't met Merlin. If he had known of Merlin, maybe he would have thought a little differently. But then again, had he been aware of the warlock's existence he would no doubt have sought him out many years ago.

"Excuse me!"

The man's head whipped around automatically at the feminine voice.

"You haven't by any chance seen a leather bag lying around have you?" I was walking through here the other day and must have left it behind somewhere," the woman asked him politely. She was reasonably young, but not a child. Probably around the age of a woman engaged to a lover. Her dark hair hung past her shoulders, and her tattered gown hinted at her poverty. Despite this the woman was undeniably beautiful. If he had been a younger man he would certainly have wanted to woo her.

"I'm sorry My Lady; I haven't seen a bag at all. You're welcome to walk with me as you look for it though, perhaps we'll run into someone with some knowledge of its whereabouts." The woman appeared to blush when he called her My Lady, and smiled when he suggested they travel together.

"That's most kind of you Sir, and what's your name?"

"My name's Geongan, but you can call me Geong." The woman smiled.

"Well in that case, you can call me Sophie." She approached him more confidently now, and quickly fell into step beside him.

"So," began Sophie, "what are you travelling this way for?"

"I'm visiting an old friend in Camelot, one I haven't seen in years." Sophie's face perked up when he said that.

"Really? That's fantastic. I used to live in Camelot for a while, I might know him!" Geong couldn't help the smile that took over his face. If anything in Camelot was as he remembered, everyone knew the court physician. Almost every inhabitant of the city had asked him for some sort of remedy, and he was frequently checking up on patients all over Camelot. This woman was sure to have met him.

"His name's Gaius, he's the court physician, or at least he was last time I saw him." The woman's eyebrows quirked up in surprise, obviously she hadn't expected to have actually known his friend.

"Gaius! Everyone's met him!" her face morphed into sudden sympathy, "everything's alright with you isn't it? You're not seeing him because someone's..." She trailed off, unwilling to finish her sentence. Geong was confused for a moment, before having a flash of understanding,

"Oh no, no one's ill. I just wanted to see him again," he reassured the woman. She let out a breath of relief, and her cheery face returned. Such a nice girl, thought Geong, to be so concerned about a stranger. She seemed familiar as well, but he couldn't place her face.

"Oh, well that's good, I hope you enjoy visiting him. I have to go now; don't want my family getting worried. The bag will probably turn up on my way back." She abruptly turned and hurried in the opposite direction, waving as she turned a corner.

Geong smiled to himself, Camelot couldn't be too different if Gaius was still a constant. Maybe he wouldn't need to worry at all, it had, after all been rumoured that the new king didn't harbour as much hatred towards magic as his father.

Morgana smiled to herself, it had been simply too easy to gain the man's trust and get close enough to him. All she'd had to do was don her mask of a caring young woman and it had been effortless to slip her little surprise into the man's leather pouch. She had heard tell of a lone sorcerer making his way towards Camelot and had been spying on all of the travellers ever since. She had been ecstatic when she'd watched him light a fire with magic the previous night and was almost certain her plan would work. Within a week, Camelot would fall.

Within a week, she would get her revenge.

It's just a prologue, so the actual chapters will be much longer. Please review everyone, especially if you have any concrit!

***EDIT (7/8/2013): I have deleted all of the chapters except for the prologue as I plan to rewrite them soon, sorry to anyone who's confused! Also sorry about the whole not updating for a year or so thing... Oops :/***