Phew. It's been awhile, but here goes- my promised sequel to Nightmares. I really hope you like it as much as you did Nightmares. It gets a bit darker later on, so I'm upping the rating for this to a 'T' just be make sure. Enjoy, and please feel free to let me know what you think :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin

Chapter 1

In the bowels of a castle unreachable by those who do not know the secrets held by the art of magic, a dark-haired woman rose from her slumber, a single name still the only thing in her mind, as it had been for almost a month. A single name. And a single purpose. Revenge. Revenge on the man who had betrayed her, the man who had tried and failed to take her life. Revenge on the man she had once considered to be amongst her closest friends.

Merlin.

She dressed, shaking her head of the unwelcome thoughts and memories of past adventures as she did so, before making her way through the dimly lit corridors, finally reaching the courtyard where she knew her sister would be waiting for her. Her sister. She had barely believed it upon waking two weeks ago. She had a sister. She had a family. She had someone who understood her- who understood the powers she had feared so much, and who was willing to teach her to control them.

And there her sister stood, next to the seeing crystals, resplendent in a red gown so similar in style to the blue one she herself now wore.

"Morgause."

The older woman turned at her voice, smiling warmly towards Morgana.

"Sister. I trust you slept well?"

"Like a baby. And all the better for knowing what I will be shown. Is it time?"

Morgause simply nodded. "It is. Enough time has passed that the enchantment will have reached the desired effect. And now-"

"Now," interrupted Morgana, "I will be able to see Merlin destroyed."

"Indeed. Now look closely."

As one, and with identical smirks, the sisters faced the crystals, Morgause waving her hand over them before speaking the necessary words.

"Heo ætíeþ ús Merlin, esne biliþ ond esne drohtnung."

Within seconds, in the largest of the crystals there appeared an image of a muscular Blond-haired man stepping on the back of a kneeling servant and climbing onto his horse. At that moment Morgana would have actually praised Arthur for his blindness to the conditions of others- a fault which she had often berated him for in the past. For it was this exact blindness which meant that he was now so oblivious to the pain his manservant must be going through. She waited with baited breath for the moment the dark-haired servant boy would lift his head, eager to see his inevitably gaunt face and pallid skin. Not to mention the dark rings and haunted expression she was sure would be lingering about his eyes.

But a moment later the head was raised, and horror and disbelief twisted her features. There were no dark rings! His skin was no more pale than it usually was! Instead, blue eyes sparkled good-naturedly and he seemed as healthy as he ever had!

She took a step back as the image of Merlin laughed, clambering up onto his own mount, and watched the image fade from the crystal as he and a party of Knights rode out of Camelot. Immediately her face snapped towards her sister's.

"What was that? You told me that he would be as good as dead by this point- you told me that the nightmares would have driven him mad!" The man had poisoned her- he deserved to suffer!

Morgause shook her head, confused. "I am as shocked as you sister. At this point the spell has been in place for nigh on three weeks- he should by all means be on the brink of exhaustion, unable to even move."

"Then what has happened?"

There was silence for several seconds as the older woman considered the possibilities.

"Well?"

"There is only one reason I can think of," began Morgause, "and although it seems almost impossible, it can only be that the boy discovered the flower I planted in the early stages of the enchantment. During the first few days it would have been possible for the spell to be broken simply by destroying the source. It is extraordinary lucky for him if he happened upon it during that period."

"He has always been absurdly lucky." Morgana was surprised for a second at the bitterness in her own voice, until she remembered once again that this was the man who would have been responsible for her death. Then a thought occurred to her. "Why did you not know this sooner? Surely you could have seen it."

"Alas sister, the crystals are temperamental- they can only be used under certain conditions by all but the most powerful of sorcerers. I regret that I hold but rudimentary control over them. Any glimpses I can have are few and far between, which is why I had you wait until today. I am only sorry that I could not have shown you a more pleasing outcome."

Morgana shook her head. "No. While I cannot pretend that I am not disappointed, I cannot blame you for mere circumstance. You tried. And there will always be another chance."

"And that chance may come sooner than you think sister."

"What do you mean?"

"While I admit I had not foreseen that the boy would break free of the enchantment, I have already set several plans into motion. It will be an easy matter to make sure he suffers as you have suffered when Camelot is in our grasp."

The young seeress felt a now familiar thrill run through her body as she recalled the future Morgause had described to her. A Camelot free of the tyranny of her previous guardian, Uther Pendragon. A Camelot where magic was once again practised freely on the streets- where she would not have to hide her powers, but would instead reign over the people with pride. A new age. A new era. With her as queen, and her sister to guide her every step along the way.

She faced her sister with an eager smile. "Go on."

"While one plan may well take many months, there is another ready to set in motion immediately. It has taken time to gather enough people, and to find someone worthy of leading them, but I believe I have accomplished exactly that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, my dear sister, that with so many away searching for your whereabouts, even the great and powerful Knights of Camelot will find it hard to resist when they have an army of over two hundred sorcerers as their foes, especially when these sorcerers are aided by my own powers."

"Two hundred?"

"And more."

The sheer enormity of what Morgause had said took a few moments for Morgana to take in. "You said that you had found someone worthy of leading them?"

"I did."

"Who?"

"A man of great charisma. Many people have followed him without question in the past- and many will follow him again." She turned towards an archway at the far end of the courtyard, Morgana following her gaze to where a man with untamed hair and unkempt cloths stepped from the shadows.

Her breath caught in her throat as she viewed that same old charismatic smile.

"Alvarr."

For any who want to know, the spell (although probably translated badly) basically means "Show us Merlin, his image and his actions"

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