AN: So...this is the first story I've ever published on Fanfiction, though I have been stalking the site for a little while now. I thought I'd go ahead and post the Prologue for this and "test the waters" if you will. Let me know how it is and I'll try to update once a week (probably on a Monday or something), even if no one reads it cause for gosh sake's, writing it is sure keeping me entertained if no one else. So please enjoy this classic multi-fic, which I hope has a slightly lighter atmosphere to balance out our screaming fangirl souls in light of the recent ending of the series.

Rating: K+ (Just to be safe)

Pairings: None

Plot: Morgana and Morgause have come up with a foolproof plan to get rid of Arthur for good this time. With the help of an enchanted bracelet, they send the prince into the future: to the year 2012. Unfortuantly, their plans are slightly muddled when Merlin, too, is whisked away with the prince. After enlisting the help of a rather flustered 23-year-old girl, Merlin and Arthur are going to have to figure out how to get back to Camelot before they mess up time for good. Can our heroic duo survive the 21st century, or will a determined Morgause thwart their plans?

Warning: For reasons that I truly cannot even come near to comprehending, I do not own the TV show Merlin. And until the day that I become Dictator of the World, I will not make claims to owning the character, plots, storylines, ideas, etc. Now stop reading this boring stuff and read the story!

Prologue-In Which Two Evil Witches Discuss Time

The typical greens that coloured the woods in the daytime were turned into sinister shades of black by the absent light. Winding vines and gnarly tree trunks which seemed whimsical in the broad daylight became hidden enemies in the night. Every whisper of the wind through the leaves was a bandit; every caress of a branch against the arm or snagged on clothing was the touch of some mysterious, deadly villain.

But such things did not worry Morgana Pendragon tonight. Such fears that often plagued her mind when she walked alone in the forests after twilight did not come to her this time.

For tonight she had been promised a fool proof plan to kill Arthur Pendragon.

The dark haired girl gathered her cape closer around her as she strode through the woods, being careful not to catch her foot on any of the gnarled roots that were made difficult to see in the darkness. She quickened her pace, anxious to see the one that had sent her the message to meet in the woods tonight. Morgana knew her beloved sister, Morgause, had been planning something for some time, but in response to Morgana's impatient questions, the blond woman had only smiled and said, "This will take time. But I promise you, Sister, you will not be disappointed."

And so Morgana had had to content herself with knowing that her sister was ruthless and clever: if she promised her plan would be worth it, then Morgana would have to wait.

But the time for waiting was over. Morgana looked ahead and saw the flicker of a light from a concealed cave only scant meters ahead of her. Her heart leaped into her throat and she practically jogged to the cave's entrance, anticipation causing adrenaline to stir in her blood.

Morgana reached the cave's entrance in little time and stepped into the warm light of a torch that had been hung on the wall. Just enough to give light to work by, but not enough to attract attention from afar. Morgana could also see the light flickering from a fire, and the form of a woman standing near it.

"Sister!" Morgana said, a smile spreading across her face. Morgause turned, also smiling, as her brown eyes met those of the Lady Morgana. The two women embraced, taking a moment apart from their evil planning just to enjoy the company of the other. But finally, Morgana pulled away.

"What of this plan of yours?" she asked, not unkindly. "Is it finished?"

"That is why I have called you here, Sister," Morgause said, a smile still on her face, her brown eyes glittering with dark delight. "The plan to finally rid ourselves of young Arthur Pendragon is almost complete."

Morgana's eyes glittered with joy and she glanced over her sister's shoulder to see a large, black cauldron sitting over the fire's flames. Morgana remembered when Morgause had used a similar cauldron to enchant a mandrake root, which Morgana had planted beneath Uther's bed in attempt to drive him insane. That plan had, unfortunately, failed, as the annoying servant Merlin had gotten in the way of their plans. Morgana hoped that this time, such a thing would not happen.

"Come close," Morgause bid her sister, taking her hand and leading her towards the cauldron over the fire. Morgana peered over the edge of the black cookware and frowned distastefully at the swamp-water green sludge inside.

"What is that?" she asked, glancing to her sister. Morgause chuckled lightly.

"It looks unpleasant, doesn't it?" she said, amused. "But this potion will bring about the fall of our little prince. Watch, my sister."

Morgause reached into the recesses of her cape and produced something which she held out to Morgana. The girl took the item and looked at it with interest. It was a silver bracelet, thick and intricately etched with symbols that were foreign to Morgana. The piece was stunning. What made it even more so was the blue gem set in the center of the piece, surrounded by tiny symbols, which Morgana could only just make out.

"Amser aros am unrhyw ddyn," she read. "'Time waits for no man'?" She looked to her sister for confirmation.

"Yes, my sister," Morgause said with approval. She took the bracelet from Morgana's hands and held it out reverently in front of her. "Such an artifact has not been seen in a very long time. Even the Preistesses of the Old Religion rarely saw a peice such as this. And this is the last one left."

"But what is it?" Morgana asked, fascinated by the peice, but anxious to find out just what it had to do with getting rid of Arthur.

"This bracelet was crafted using magic, Sister. Even I do not fully understand how it came to be. But what it does have is the power of Time itself. Once activated, the bracelet can twist and change time to the will of the one controlling it. Observe."

Morgana watched as Morgause held the bracelet out at arm's length and let it fall into the green mixture with a sickening "splop". Morgana's eyes were drawn to the face of her sister as the blonde woman closed her eyes and began to chant. Morgana did not understand the words, but they obviously had quite the impact on the bracelet which floated in the green goo. As Morgause finished her incantation, the liquid began to boil and the bracelet began to spark. The blue gem in its center flashed, emitting its own light as a strange mist seemed to swirl inside the gem itself. Morgana watched in fascination. After a few seconds, the light show dimmed and eventually stopped altogether. Morgause reached forward and lifted the bracelet out of the liquid and held it in her hand.

"And now it is ready," she said with approval. She held it out to Morgana, who took it and scrutenized it with sharp eyes.

"Leave it somewhere for Arthur to find," Morgause instructed. "As a present from someone. But I must warn you, Sister, do not let it appear that is was from you."

Morgana looked up at her sister.

"Will it kill him?" she asked, eyes sparkling. Morgause smiled in amusement down at her sister.

"How dark you have become," she said, a smile playing on her lips. But the grin dissapeared and she became serious. "The bracelet has the power of time, my sister. When the incantation you read aloud is spoken while Arthur is wearing the bracelet, our annoying young prince will be taken where you will never see him or hear of him again. He will be swept away into a time he does not know, ridding you of him forever."

Morgana's eyes glittered at the news, and a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

"Which will only leave Uther in my way. I will enjoy getting rid of him without Arthur getting in the way."

But, suddenly, a thought struck her. She looked back up at her sister from where she had been staring at the bracelet in her hands.

"But what of Arthur's servant, Merlin? He cannot get in our way again."

"The simple-minded servant won't be able to understand where his precious prince went," Morgause promised. "And there will be nothing he can do about it, even if he does suspect. He cannot travel into the future and save his prince. He will be helpless."

"The future?" Morgana asked. "That is where he will be sent? How far into the future?"

"I have picked a time, which, I think, will be well-suited for our young prince," Morgause said. "So far into the future that he cannot even dream to bother you, Sister. Where I chose to send him is thousands of years after our time. Our dear Arthur Pendragon will be sent to the year two-thousand and twelve."