The new queen of Camelot

King Arthur Pendragon was forced to his knees in front of the smirking witch who he had once called family, two guards held him in place. Morgana`s army had overcome his own, overcome the knights and taken over the whole city, through sheer force of numbers - Camelot had a lot of enemies and Morgana had united just a few of them. The knights were all subdued, injured and in the dungeons and Arthur had now been brought to the great hall, presumably to be humiliated and have an open display of his de-coronation, in front of all of the court. The young king couldn't see Gaius anywhere though and hoped that didn't mean he was dead, the old physician was like a father to him. The whole situation was making Arthur shake with pent up rage, he couldn't fight back, he didn't have any weapons - hell, they had even taken his chain mail.

"So Arthur, how does it feel to be beaten by your little sister?" Morgana chuckled softly and crouched down in front of Arthur, taking his chin and turning his face up to hers. "And by a sorceress as well - must be awful - knowing that you're on the weakest side, and that you'll always lose." Arthur jerked his head from her grip and glared back into her cold, green eyes with steely determination.

"We are not weak, Morgana. We may be on the losing side for now, but we are anything but weak. You claim to be stronger than me, to be better than any of us? You're not. None of us would ever let innocent people suffer or enjoy causing pain - we are better than you could ever hope to be. Strength is defined by how you protect those who cant protect themselves - not how many people you can kill." Arthur lowered his tone so that only Morgana could hear, his eyes never leaving hers. "You gave up any pretense of strength, courage or decency when you decided to betray your friends and family and turn to evil magic. You are the weak one"

Arthur saw some distant spark in Morgana's eyes catch fire and begin to glow, there was something about that light in her eyes that Arthur knew meant trouble. Morgana stood in a sweep of black dress and raised her voice to address the whole room. "You see how your king kneels before me! If you are wise than so shall you too! If you do not, then you will follow your tyrant king into death!"

Arthur tensed, he knew that Morgana would want him dead - it was inevitable - but this was too soon, too sudden. He had at least expected her to make it a public affair or torture him first - he supposed that this was better though - it least it would probably be quick. Morgana raised her hand to him and her eyes began to glow gold as she chanted, Arthur closed his eyes.

"Ic for hape tolinger sprinwufun gataho-" suddenly the chanting was cut off as another, louder voice cut across the room from behind Arthur.

"Ic þé wiþdrífe!" Arthur's eyes flew open, just in time to see Morgana flying backwards, off her feet and she went crashing into the throne. What. . .? All of the guards in the room drew their weapons and turned to face the new threat, Arthur tried to turn too but the guards held his arms tight, not allowing him to move. Instead, all Arthur could do was listen as the newcomer shouted another spell and he heard more crashes, indicating that more guards had been thrown across the room. Who was this sorcerer? And why were they helping him? What sorcerer would ever help a Pendragon?

Arthur was distracted from the crashing however, as Morgana began to stir and unsteadily got to her feet, the look in her eyes was nothing like anything he had ever seen before, it was full of pain, confusion, betrayal and most of all - hatred. And all of it was aimed at the sorcerer who was still too busy fighting guards to notice Morgana`s revival. Morgana raised her hand towards the newcomer.

"Forbærne Ácwele!" Arthur tried to shout a warning, but it was too late - a ball of fire flew from Morgana's hand and Arthur heard a roar as the fire passed him and then a yell of pain as it met it's target. Arthur tried to twist around again, but all he caught a glimpse of was a figure laying spread-eagled, brown jacket smoking, before he was pulled back around again by his two guards.

Morgana stared at Arthur's dead would-be rescuer and then smiled a cold smile. She leant over to a guard and muttered instructions, gesturing at Arthur, the man nodded and approached the king, sword in hand. Arthur struggled against the hands holding him, but to no avail - the guard's sword pummel met the side of his head with a resounding crack, and then the whole world went black.

And yes the description quote is from the Avengers - i do not claim to own it - i just loved it and thought it would be very good for this fic. Please R&R!