Cheyenne clutched her left arm despite the throbbing pain as she used the rugged cave walls to guide her body through the tunnels, a tiny white ball lighting her way through the darkness and leading her towards safety.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are." Morgana cackled as she pursued her with sword in hand and the determination to kill the white magic wielding sorceress. Her breathing became labored as the blood loss from the gash created by Morgana's sword flowed freely between her fingers and down her arm, dripping from the tips of her fingers onto the dirt and creating a blood trail behind her. The only thing she knew was that she had to escape, she had to for the sake of her bloodline if it were to continue, as she heard Morgana's footsteps gaining on her fast.

"Bedyrne ús! Astýre ús þanonweard!" She called out, her eyes flicking gold as a gust of wind formed around her, the ball of light which she had created blinking back out of existence as she was pulled up into the cyclone of air, out of the cave in the blink of an eye and landing softly in a pile of leaves on the forest floor. Her body trembled in weakness, a cold sweat beginning as the overwhelming feeling of sleepiness began to take over.

"Ic hæle þina þrowunga." She whispered as she clutched her arm tightly, allowing her power to seep deeply into the wound and almost immediately the blood flow stopped and the wound began to close one layer at a time as she slipped into an unconscious state.

Arthur rode deeper into the forest, crossbow at the ready in case anything came into view on the hunt. So far there had been nothing.

"Percival, Gwaine, head east. Leon and Elyan, head west and Merlin you're with me." Arthur barked out to his men in hopes of scaring something, anything, out form a hiding place so he could at least say the hunt wasn't a complete failure.

Percival rode ahead of Gwaine, letting his sense be completely in tune with the scene around him.

"We're not going to find anything, and if we do, I'm going to eat it before Arthur even knows we got something." Gwaine piped up from behind causing Percival to laugh.

"Maybe you should spend more time thinking with your head and less with your stomach." Percival said as he looked behind at his friend who only grinned widely at him. As Gwaine turned his head to the left he could faintly see what looked to be a white sheet strewn on the ground, and this peaked his interest.

"Hey, there's something over there." Gwaine said drawing Percival's attention as he brought his horse to a stop and dismounted. As he maneuvered his way over the rough terrain and came closer he soon realized it wasn't a sheet, but a blood stained cloak covering a girl. "Percival!" Gwaine yelled as he jogged over to the motionless body on the ground and knelt beside her, carefully turning her over to find that she was still breathing, but barely. He looked her over, searching for the source of all he blood but none could be found, so he assumed it was somewhere beneath her clothing.

"What in the world-" Percival began as he reached his friend and looked upon the woman. She had bright, curly auburn hair and a rounded face that contained high cheek bones, a button nose and full, pale lips.

"We have to get her back to Camelot to Gaius." Gwaine said picking her up with ease and heading back towards the horses.

"I'll tell the king." Percival said as he helped Gwaine load the girls body onto his horse and secure her before getting onto his own. Gwaine turned the horse around and tapped his feet into it's side sharply, getting the horse to trot at near full speed as he made haste towards the castle.

"Gaius!" Gwaine called as he busted into his chambers and laid the woman down gently on a semi empty table. Gaius appeared seconds later and took in the scene before him.

"Who is this?" He asked rushing towards her, noting her blood stained robe and dress.

"I found her like this in the woods. I couldn't find any visible wounds, but she looks like she lost a lot of blood." Gwaine said as he tried to catch his breath. He had flown up 3 flights of steps with her in his arms and dashed down each hallway in fear that she would die in his arms before he could reach the physician.

"Indeed she does, her skin is pale as death." Gaius said as he began his examination. From the looks of where the blood was on her robes it appeared that her left arm would have been the cause but as Gaius looked upon it there was absolutely no indication that a wound had ever taken place there except for the fact her arm was caked in dry blood and he could see where her fingers held fast in an attempt to keep from bleeding out. What he could make of it was that the wound was a deep one, wide too, but somehow the wound was gone.

"So what's wrong with her?" Gwaine asked when he noticed the puzzled look on Gaius face.

"Honestly I don't know." He replied as he looked up at the knight.

"Will she live?"

"Well I don't see why not." Gaius told him when he saw the worry in Gwaine's eyes. "Best not to worry. Can you fetch Merlin for me?" he asked and Gwaine nodded before heading out the door. Gaius placed his hand on her forehead, her skin felt like ice and he felt her brow furrow at the contact and his hand drew back as he felt something pulse into the palm of his hand, a calmness coming over him. Magic.

"What happened?" Merlin asked as he walked into the chamber and towards Gaius only to stop a few feet short of him and back up a bit.

"What is it?" Gaius asked once he seen the young warlock pause, his eyes closing for a moment and a look of peace befalling his face.

"She has magic, powerful magic, none the likes of which I've felt before." Merlin said as he gazed upon her.

"What did you feel?" Gaius pressed as he walked over to Merlin.

"I felt...good, at peace." Merlin explained and Gaius looked over at her once more, an idea of what she was piecing itself together in his mind.

"Merlin I can't be certain yet, but I have a feeling we are in the presence of a high priestess, one that wields the purest of magic that was thought to have been diminished back in the days of the old religion." Gaius tried to explain.

"What do you mean? I thought Morgana was the last of the high priestesses?" Merlin questioned as he became confused.

"She is the last priestess of the dark magic. Back then even the priestesses were divided to keep everything in balance. The priestesses of the light held the purest magic that was only used for good, healing any and all ailments that befell upon man and even the ability to renew, give and save life. Then there were the priestesses of the dark, ones who used their power for terrible things, bringing disease and death wherever they went. The dark priestesses wanted control over the entire world and began to slay the priestesses of light, only they could not use magic against them." Gaius explained.

"Why not?" Merlin asked as his interest became captivated by the tale.

"Because they were the exact opposite of the other and that rendered their power useless, so they took to the next best thing - man made weapons. One by one the priestesses of the light were cut down until it was believed they had all but banished from existence. That is why the great purge happened." Gaius finished before going to his alchemy table and mixing up some herbs.

"Why do you think she was in the forest?" Merlin asked as he went and stood over her.

"Now that, I don't know." Gaius said as he took a liquid remedy and parted her lips.