DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my own imagination.

Notes: So was that just me, or where some things missing from the movie??? They said it was Arthur without the cloak of myth, but there was still plenty of myth in there and I just felt like some things were missing that would have made it more interesting. ALSO: please put a director's cut on the DVD!!!!!!

I´m from Germany so if there are errors in grammar and spelling, please be kind.

TRUTHSAYER

"Will you leave so soon, mylord?"

Sheathing his sword, Arthur turned around. Merlin and Guinevere were gone, as though the mist had swallowed them whole. But above him, on the hill stood another figure, almost invisible in the shadows of the forest. It was a woman's voice that called out to him, soft and melodious. Arthur shook his head, feeling tired and drained.

"I have had enough of these games for one night!" he answered, turning to walk away.

She laughed at that. It was a warm sound, wrapping around his senses like a comforting blanket.

"You were never fond of games. But I have travelled far to see you again …."

Arthur caught a glimpse of her tall, slender frame as the woman walked towards him.

He shook his head again. Merlin should have grown tired of ploys like these by now.

She implied that they knew each other, and there was something about her voice that unnerved him, because he could not place it, but he was quite sure that he'd remember meeting her….

She reached up, discarding the hood she was wearing with one graceful movement and Arthur could not resist the impulse of turning around to face her. She was almost as tall as he was, with long raven hair and dark eyes. Her features were not beautiful, but serious, as though she did not smile often. Still, there was a peculiar dignity about her, they way she stood in front of him. Pride ….he realized. The pride of someone who knew how to command others, to have her will done without ever having to justify her deeds or explain herself…..

She held herself like a queen.

Whoever she was, this woman held power, Arthur could see it. She was wearing it like her cloak.

"Who are you?"

"How soon you've forgotten me, Arthur." She said quietly, her voice holding something close to regret." I am the one who held when you cried, the one who dried your tears."

He looked her up and down. She might be a few years older than him, but by no means old enough to have been his nursemaid.

"I was still a child myself when I cared for you, little brother…." She reached out her hand.

Arthur stepped back from her as though she had struck him, his sword was suddenly in his hand and he could feel his fist clenching around it tightly.

So this was Merlins plan? This was the ploy? He laughed bitterly, pointing the tip of his sword in her direction.

"What deceit is this?" he hissed. He turned, looking around for any sign of Guinevere or the old man, but all he could see was darkness and mist.

"Arthur …"

"No!" he yelled, turning back to the woman." I will have no more words from you, from the woads or their leader. This treachery should be beneath him!"

Her face was still, calm like a frozen lake. She just looked at him, neither alarmed nor fearful in the face of his anger.

"My sister is dead!" Arthur told her harshly. "And the old man knows it! She died in a fire two years before the woads killed my mother!"

"She was my mother too!" She told him icily "She was my mother before the Pendragon came to take her away, to make her a good christian woman and father a son on her! Your father was good to me, he was a kind man. But no matter how much he tried, he could not forget that I was his wife´s bastard!"

"I will not listen to this!" Arthur said furiously. " My sister is dead!"

"They came for me Arthur, the woads, as you call them ….They came to take me away from the nunnery and when the nuns would not give me up, they took the convent by force and burned it to the ground." She continued her voice quiet and calm as though she was talking about somebody else.

"More lies!" He let his head hang, breathing deep to control his anger. "I´ve heard enough lies for one lifetime." Arthur let his sword glide back into its scabbard and started walking away. He could hear her sigh at his retreating back. The soft sound rode the wind like magic.

"You have a scar on your knee from when you were little. You played with your father's sword and cut yourself. The bleeding wouldn't stop, but you made me swear an oath never to speak of this to him. We cowered behind the stables until the sun went down. It was the first wound I ever stitched up, that is why the sutures gave you the scar."

Arthur stopped in mid -stride and looked back at her unmoving figure.

He had forgotten …until this day he had not thought about this in years. He had never told this story to his knights, not even to Lancelot. He did not like to talk about it, because it had reminded him of his half- sister and her untimely deaths.

"On the day I left for the nunnery, you cried, you held on to my skirts …."

"I was six years old…." He whispered. This could not be. He had loved her so fiercely and like everyone he had loved, she had left him too soon. A part of him wanted to believe, the other wanted to lash out at her, for bringing all this pain to the surface. Feelings had had buried years ago. But looking at this strange woman, Arthur could not help but feel a pull like the tide…and at least some of those emotions were not just brotherly.

"What kind of witchery is this?"

She moved over to him slowly, in a gliding, graceful stride until she stood in front of him.

"I am your sister Arthur. Your mother's daughter…."

"Morgianna…" He looked into her dark eyes in confusion and wonderment. He had not said her name out loud in years. Now the sounds rolled strange and alien from his tongue, felt wrong and hard in his mouth.

"What witchery is this?" he whispered again. Could this really be the woman his sweet natured, gentle sister had become? Arthur reached out one hand, carefully touching her raven hair.

"If all this is true, why now? Why did you never…."

"Because this is the time, Arthur…..this is the place and time for us to meet again. This is how it had to be."

He laughed bitterly. "Did Merlin tell you that?"

She gave him a wry, almost sad smile. "No. I do not need the words of the Taliesin to tell me what I see, when I can see for myself. I need you now, Arthur. He needs you, this country needs you!"

" Don´t …Morgianna…." He had heard enough of this from Merlin and Guinevere. The church had betrayed him, Rome ……he had been used for the purposes of others long enough and he had paid dearly for it. He would not be made an instrument in this conflict, not even by his long lost sister.

She took his hand, in her own. Despite the cold wind and the snowflakes falling around them, her hands were warm and soft. Looking at him earnestly, Arthur thought he could almost see grief in her eyes.

"I wish I could tell you to leave this place, my brother. To leave for Rome tonight, now and never return." Morgianna looked at her feet and for a moment her dark eyes were bright with unshed tears. When she looked up at Arthur again, her face was unreadable once more, only a slight tone in her voice hinted at the grief and sadness she might feel.

" But I have seen what must be done and it must be you ….there is no one else. Join with us, Arthur. You will be the greatest king this land has ever seen, in thousands of years your name will still be uttered in reverence."

Arthur narrowed his eyes, pulling back his hand.

"You are a witch …." He said slowly. "You think you have the sight…."

Morgianna pursed her lips. "I can see there is at least one person you would like to be joined with. She will be yours once you accept your path."

"I don´t take kindly to being manipulated." Arthur said with disdain, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "What they did to you, I do not know, but the girl I knew grew into a woman I do not recognize. I loved my sister…..there was a time when I thought that the only woman on this earth more beautiful than my mother, was you. You may still be my sister , but I do not know you and I don´t know if I can ….love you like I loved the girl you once were."

She returned his stare until a small smile came to her lips.

"You will come to love me again, Arthur, very much so. When I look at you I can see everything so clearly." She fell silent and it occurred to Arthur, that there were things she did not say, that she had stopped herself from saying.

"What else do you see?" The words had slipped out before he could think the better of it. Once spoken, he could not take them back. He was a Christian, a believer, but whether he really believed she had the sight was another matter. Something he himself was not sure of. The question seemed to catch her unaware. For a moment they just looked at each other, her serious, ageless features remained unmoved, but in her eyes grief glimmered just for an instant.

"You will love me, Arthur, but you will come to hate me too. You will never fear me, but you will fear the secret that I will keep. You will hate me for the things I will have to do and for the part I will play and yet, ….I will be your confidant. I will speak truth for you, even if you do not want to hear it. I saw your first breath brother, and I will be there when you draw your last."