Tears, over a thousand years old, were swept away with a swift movement of her hand. They had pooled at her feet as she had prayed for mercy, for redemption. She hadn't stopped sobbing since she arrived. To her left, the young man she had saved as a child, the young man she had corrupted knelt in the same manner as herself, never moving except to wipe the tears from the floor.

He was more stoic and distant than she.

She had screamed and cried and begged for a hundred years before she realised that all she could do, all that might work, was to pray.

They had realised their mistake. She had died, and when she arrived here, she had seen the monster she was. The monster she became. A monster that killed, that tortured, someone who had thought that what she was doing was the only option. The only way for people with magic to be safe. Oh how wrong she was. She had seen what had happened in the end. Gwen ruled better than she ever could. She did more as queen, to protect good magic wielders, than herself. She knew that the man next to her had discovered the same.

Neither of them thought they had a chance at redemption.

"Lady Morgana, Mordred. Please hush away your tears and rise."

Startled, they both hurried up. Morgana wiped away her tears hastily with the hem of her dress.

Bowing their heads, they daren't look up, but the soft command forced them to do so.

"Please, don't be shy; you have nothing to be afraid of." A soft giggle as the pairs' eyes widened only made the owner of the voice seem kinder. It was the voice of a young girl.

She seemed only early teenaged in appearance, with pale blonde waves held back with light blue bow, and donned in a baby blue and white polka dot summer dress with slight bell capped sleeves and a scalloped hem. Her feet stayed bare, toenails painted a baby blue.

"Hello there! I'm Seren." She greeted, sky blue eyes sparkling with mirth. And with age. The wisdom in her eyes was the only giveaway to how old the girl really was.

"H-Hello" Morgana answered, voice quavering.

"…Hello." Mordred copied Morgana, less shaky sounding than the former, but clearly shaken with the first contact they've had with someone other than each other.

"Are you sorry for what you did, Morgana?" Selene questioned.

"Of course!" Morgana's voice flooded with compassion and honesty, no longer afraid.

"And you, Mordred?"

"Yes! More than you could believe!" His voice had filled itself with the same tone.

Selene kept with her questioning.

"Do you wish to be redeemed? Do some good?"

"Yes!"

"Certainly!"

"Do you wish for you former friends' forgiveness?"

"It is my greatest desire."

"More than anything."

Selene beamed, eyes sparkling more than ever as she placed a hand on Morgana's shoulders.

Instantly the sorceress' body was cleaned. Her hair no longer the nest that it had tangled into through her insanity; instead it fell back in the dark waves that she was born with, and she was wearing her favourite blue dress. The one she had often worn when she had no knowledge of her powers.

Looking over at Mordred, Selene's other palm resting on his shoulder, he too changed. Back into his 'Knight of Camelot' attire.

A warm feeling spread through both of their bodies, starting from their heads and all away down to their toes, cleansing them with love and kindness and an insurmountable measure of good.

"Follow me. Quite a few people have watched you pray and watched you show penitence for your mistakes. They want to talk to you both."

Morgana's eyebrows flew into her hairline. People had been watching them? They wanted to talk? To them?

The ground-that is, whatever they were standing on, as it certainly wasn't earth-sprang to life, a deep rumble sending tremors down the three's spines. An oak tree seemed to form in mid-air, sprouting high and wide- the trunk split in half at the base, separating to make a gap then twisting back together to form an archway.

Selene stood between them, holding her hands, skipping slightly in front whilst she guided them towards the arch.

The first thing that Morgana noticed was the place she had entered. It was a replica of the lake that Merlin had so often visited. The sun shined brightly, and a slight breeze whispered in the winds. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath, but snapped open as Mordred gasped in shock.

Then she saw them. They stood there with smiles on their faces. Pitying looks and eyes full of forgiveness. Morgana's body racked itself with a sob as she stumbled backwards in surprise.

She slammed her eyes closed in pain as she shrank into herself.

A hand rested on her shoulder in a distant yet familiar manner, as, seemingly against her own will, she opened her eyes and looked at the familiar face she had loved and then hated.

Brown eyes bored into Morgana with only forgiveness and love present within them.

"We forgive you, Morgana. We only want to have you back."

Overwhelmed Morgana clutched her former best friend and, pressing Gwen tight to her, buried her face in the Queen's shoulder and started sobbing in relief. Over and over she kept repeating "I'm sorry" as her hair was stroked by the former handmaiden.

Once her sobs had quietened, she parted Gwen's embrace, and, embarrassed, wiped her eyes. Turning to Arthur and the Knights* and Gaius, who were standing next to Mordred and Selene (it seemed that while she was crying Mordred had made amends, as he looked more at peace than he had ever been.) She spoke clearly. "I am so sorry for everything. I…I don't even know why you would want to forgive me. I am a monster. You should hate me. Why don't you?"

Arthur stepped forward, voice full of passionate conviction. "You are not a monster. You were just misguided. Why wouldn't we forgive you? We love you. We've seen you pray and hope for forgiveness. Why wouldn't we forgive our sister?"

Her heart raced with happiness as she grabbed Arthurs arm and pulled him in for a hug between herself and Gwen. In short it turned into a hug out that lasted for quite a while as they basked in love and forgiveness and relief.

Selene cleared her throat and they broke apart, almost hesitant and only slightly embarrassed.

"Yay! Now you've all made up, I need to talk to you." Selene ended on a more serious note. Though in her airy voice, it had all seemed rather distracted and absent instead.

They faced her, waiting patiently.

"I'm going to tell you something very important. A dark and terrible plan has been waiting to surface. Soon that plot shall be put into effect. Soon, we will need somebodies to aid those in need."

She took a breath, pausing, tone growing more and more serious and less distant as a shadow of anger brushed Selene's cheeks.

"In short. There is a big bad guy, and two special people are going to bring you and two others back. To life. It was prophesized that you, Arthur, as the once and Future King will one day return when the people were in great need. " Selene started, 'pacing' absentmindedly as she spoke, although it was more like twirling tiptoed steps. "However, until your deaths there was no chance of anybody else returning. I believe that is all you need to know for now, before, of course, I introduce you to the two others going back with you." The group seemed to have similar expressions of mixed confusion and understanding. Selene nodded mentally-it was a lot to take in, after all.

"When you go back you will be unconscious for a while whilst your brains will be fed with information that will make you stand out less in the society. Manners and fashions and big events, for example. Do you all accept this? If you die at any point since you return, you will not be able to get sent back." Selene asked. She was confident in the group, certain that they would, indeed, agree, however she had a small seed of doubt that didn't want to go away. Until, of course, she got their answers.

"Of course! People need our help; I am not just going to wait for innocents to die." Gwaine exclaimed. Everybody murmured in agreement, as Selene went up to each and every one and gave them a big hug, a soft smile at her lips.

"Then you better get ready" she said when she had finished.

"Why?" Asked Arthur, running a hand through his hair. He looked around for Merlin, and was worried when he couldn't find him. And why, he asked himself, hadn't he thought of Merlin before? They'd watched for Morgana, and they'd all certainly remembered Merlin-But he couldn't remember having a single care for Merlin's whereabouts the entire time they'd spent in Avalon.

He snapped mack into reality as Selene spoke again, shoving it to the back of his mind. He'd find out soon enough, he was sure of it.

Selene smiled. "It's starting soon."