A/N: Sooo, this is my first fanfic so please let me know what you think...

Disclaimer: Don't own anything

The war between the kingdom of Camelot and the magical community, the druids, had started more than two decades ago, but the fighting still continued. When the druids, peaceful people, decided that enough had died in those pointless battles, their council of elders agreed to send an ambassador to Camelot.

One of their own, who did not have the gift of magic, was chosen to enter the enemy's castle and negotiate a peace treaty.

But first they would send a message.

Camelot, throne room

King Uther was holding council, when suddenly an arrow shot through a window and pierced a column right next to him.

"Get down", Prince Arthur shouted and tackled his father.

The guards and present knights immediately went to the windows and looked for the culprit, but no one could be seen. Nevertheless some of them rushed out of the room to find the attacker.

In the meantime the king regained his feet, after shoving his son aside, and regarded the arrow. "What is that? There is something attached to it."

His head knight Sir Leon removed the arrow from the column and exclaimed "It's a letter, my lord".

Opening it he began to read aloud:

"To king Uther,

Our people have become tired of fighting;

therefore we propose to negotiate a peace treaty.

The terms will hopefully be favourable for both sides.

Should you agree to start negotiations, burn this letter.

The Council of elders"

Stunned silence filled the room.

Uther thought about this development, he knew that most of his subject had also grown tired of this neverending war. They did not share his complete hatred of magic and no longer saw a point in the fighting. Even his son showed first signs of reluctance.

He asked his physician, Gaius, who had had a close relationship with the druids before the war started "What do you think, Gaius. Is this some plot to ruin us or a genuine offer?"

"Sire, I believe that the council has always tried to maintain peace between our people. There may be many magical beings, who would rather see Camelot in ruins, but the elders have never shown such intentions. They prefer peace. So, in my opinion, it is a genuine offer."

Already knowing this himself he came to the decision that these talks could bring an end to the expensive war.

So he went to the closest candle and burned the letter.

All of a sudden a strong wind picked up in the middle of the hall. Only seconds later it was gone, but in its wake stood a man clad in the clothes of the druids.

"Guards" Uther shouted.

The man was instantly grabbed, but he didn't look frightened. He simply looked at the king and said "Am I wrong in the assumption that you burned the letter?"

"No, you're not."

"Well, then I would suggest your men to let me go, as I am the ambassador of the druids." He said and looked at the guards pointedly.

After a nod from the king the guards released him.

"Thank you. Now may I introduce myself, my name is Connor. I will be your liaison to the council and responsible for the phrasing of the treaty. During my stay, a truce will be held.

As your ... lack of acceptance against magic is well known I myself do not possess the gift, but any attacks on my person will be seen as an act of war and will be retaliated accordingly."

"Very well, that is acceptable. In honor of your arrival there will be a feast tonight and tomorrow the negotiations will start." The king announced.

Hours later at the feast Uther presented the Lady Helen, a famous singer, who should entertain the guests.

As she started singing the people began to fall asleep and cobwebs covered and spread over them. At the royal table Connor and the others also fell asleep.

While she walked closer to the table, the sorceress shed her disguise and became an old woman. She then drew a knife and readied herself to throw it at Connor. But the moment she let go of the knife an amulet around the druid's neck reacted and started glowing. Instead of hitting him the knife stopped in midair and returned to its sender.

The moment the witch was hit, the guests woke up again.

"What kind of witchery is this? You said you had no magic and yet your amulet is glowing." Uther roared.

Connor however looked at the old woman and questioned "Why did you attack me?"

"Because your death would make the council see reason. There can be no peace with a Pendragon. We want revenge for our dead children, and so many others." screeched the dying old crone.

"Who is we?"

"That does not matter. But we will have our revenge." and with that said she died.

Incredulous Arthur turned to the druid and said "And how exactly are you planning to achieve peace if your own people don't even like the idea? Besides how did you stop the knife?"

"Not many of us have succumbed to the path of revenge, but I agree that this is a problem. I did not stop the knife it was my amulet. It has been charged with a limited number of spells in case of an attack it reacts and protects me temporarily. Now if you'll excuse me I have to contact the elders and inform them of the recent events."

"Wait." Uther commanded "Due to the fact that this... woman said there would be coming more I would be inclined to allow another druid to enter Camelot. He would be responsible for the protection of both sides during the negotiations. In fact I insist on a protector, if this shall continue."

Connor contemplated the request and announced before he left the hall "Very well, I will ask for assistance."

Connors room

Holding up the amulet he began to chant "áblícan ær mec, rædgift".

Slowly shadows appeared before him, which then became the faces of the elders.

"Why do you call already" they asked in unison.

"Unforeseen complications have arisen." Connor continued to explain the recent events to them and relayed the condition of the king.

"Ahh, they have shown themselves…then it is time…we grant the request of the king, but for this we will expect a favor in return…we will send Emrys…"

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"áblícan ær mec, rædgift = appear before me elders"