This fanfic is set three and a half years after series four when Arthur knows that Merlin and Mordred (who is now a knight of Camelot) has magic. Although the magic ban still exists, Arthur has let them stay in Camelot because he trusts them.

Little does anyone know but Mordred is plotting with Alvarr and Morgana to overthrow Arthur. Morgana knows that Merlin is Emrys and is determined to kill him. She also knows that Mordred is Arthur's bane although she can't tell Mordred that or the prophecy will not come true. To find out this, she exchanged her healing bracelet for this information and now her nightmares are getting increasing worse. She dreams almost constantly of Emrys.

Although this is sequel to Confronting Destiny and Doom, it can be read by itself as everything is explained during this story. Rated T due to blood, violence and (Perhaps?) torture.

This chapter may be slightly slow as a lot is explained but I promise that the next chapter will be complete Mergana.

Morgana was fleeing around the corridors of Camelot, looking for someone. This someone was her heart's desire and the only person she felt safe with. As Morgana flounced through the corridor, she thought about him and how they could not even be friends. Her long curls bounced around behind her and the plain dress she was wearing, brushed against the stone floor. It was strange to be marching through these corridors again.

Morgana was feeling somewhat elated, despite the fact that she couldn't be friends with her heart's desire. It was the realisation which caused her joy. Before now, Morgana had been extremely naïve and oblivious to the truth, but now she understood it. This made Morgana happier than she had felt in eight whole years.

Turning the corner, Morgana crashed into the lanky person she had been looking for. Since he was stronger, it was Morgana who toppled onto the ground but she didn't care. Instead the witch eagerly clambered to her feet not able to conceal the information she had been bursting to tell him.

"You are my destiny and you are my doom," Morgana whispered to the young man's delight. Morgana's contagious elation made the young man smile. He had nearly forgotten what her smile looked like. It had been years since the man had seen it light up the room

"You are the hatred to my love," the lanky man replied. Morgana looked into his eyes, seeking reassurance. She was stressed about something. Large dark circles underlined her eyes, making her look gaunt and ill. Morgana's skin was abnormally pale with a tint of greyness in it and she was unhealthy thin and bony. At first Morgana's smile had concealed her state, but now her stress and unhealthy appearance was visible to everyone.

"I don't understand," Morgana murmured.

"I barely understand it either," the man replied. He hated how sunken and defeated Morgana's eyes now looked. Were they back to square one again?

Morgana found herself drawing so close to him that she noticed a few small spring freckles on his face. His eyes, which were like the sea upon a stormy day, locked with her own. Although his eyes looked like a raging sea, there was a sort of tranquility and calmness about them. This calmness caused Morgana to stop trembling with worry and put a sad smile upon her face. For a moment the young man thought Morgana was about to break down, but instead she put her right hand round his neck and ruffled his raven coloured hair. In response, he bent towards her and blissfully kissed her. This shocked Morgana but she did not find herself blushing and wrapped her arms around his waist. The man looked just as shocked by his actions as Morgana did. She had looked so pitiful and miserable that it had been a instinctual thing to do. They continued to kiss until-

"I should be a prophet. The witch and warlock. I knew it!"

"Stop it Gwaine," Morgana mumbled."Go away! I hate you and your stupid applesia!" The witch was tossing and turning under a ragged blanket on a hard, stone floor. Bolting up, Morgana ran her fingers through her short dark hair. "WHAT WAS THAT?"she yelled. In all truth, Morgana knew that it had been a vision of the future but she chose to deny it. Why would she be kissing Emrys? It didn't make sense. Emrys was evil and her greatest nemesis. He was her destiny and doom but, yet, she was having visions of kissing him whilst feeling elated when thinking of him being her destiny and doom. It just didn't make sense. Doom generally meant death or else eternal imprisonment. None of those things in Morgana's books sounded appealing.

Yawning, Morgana gazed over to the other side of the room where Alvarr was slumped on the paved slabs. His snoring filled the room and he had not even stirred when Morgana had yelled at the top of her lungs. Although the room was enchanted making it sound tight, Alvarr should have still heard Morgana. It was a relief that Alvarr had not woken up as it saved the complication of telling him the truth or fabricating a story.

Silently, Morgana clambered to her feet. She was trembling from head to toe and drenched in cold sweat. The witch hated sleep. In the past month of being trapped in this room, she had not slept for more than two hours at a time. Firstly, Morgana had problems with getting to sleep. She couldn't get her mind off the memory of being trapped and tortured in the Saxon dungeons. Lying awake for hours, Morgana would often get so frustrated and exhausted that she lost control of her magic making objects smash. Also, her nightmares had been growing increasingly worse due to her trading in her healing bracelet to the dochraid. It had been worth it as the witch now knew that Mordred was the key to Arthur's bane.

For the past month Morgana and Alvarr had been condemned to living in the room behind the bookcase in Camelot's library. Morgana now studied the room for the hundredth time that week. The parchment and book pages which had littered floor were now in neat piles on the bookshelves which were crammed with books. In the corner of the room were statues, chests, jugs and junk. In the centre of the room were the shelves which the artefacts had been on. The artefacts had been replaced with: a few wax candles, a clean jug filled with water; several silver goblets; a fruit bowl containing apples and grapes; an odd assortment of clothing and a couple of cloaks which hung over the shelf. The spider webs in the room had been beaten away and the thick layer of dust cleared away. It was just clean enough to live in for a month though Morgana was unsure of how much longer she would be able to remain in this room. This room's darkness reminded Morgana of the dreaded Saxon dungeons. The Saxon dungeons reminded her of starvation, dehydration and worst of all psychological torture. Everyone who passed her treated her like some sort of animal or savage beast. She hadn't been able to escape due to the shackles she had wore which drained her magic from her. The Saxons had made a fool out of Morgana and had taken her pride. They had chopped of her precious raven coloured locks and scarred her wrists. Although Morgana had tried to use magic to grow back her hair, it didn't work. The dagger, of which the Saxons had used to cut of Morgana's hair, had been cursed. She couldn't grow her hair magically back but had to wait for it naturally to grow back.

As Morgana clambered to her feet and fastened on her cloak, she gazed at the plans upon the wooden shelf. For the past month, Morgana, Alvarr and Mordred had stayed up until the early hours of morning plotting against Arthur. Although Mordred was a 'loyal' knight of Camelot who everyone trusted, he had been deceiving everyone for over half a year. Mordred had even deceived Morgana until he decided to inform her in where his true loyalties lay. Since Emrys was suspicious of those who vanished outside at night, Morgana decided that it would be best for her and Alvarr to stay in Camelot so that Mordred didn't have to sneak out to see them. Staying in Camelot was an extremely risky thing to do, but Morgana was sure that their hiding place was secure unless someone followed Mordred to it.

When Morgana had arrived at the room, it had been covered in a thick layer of dust. It had seemed like no one had entered it in years. Being a adventurous child, Morgana had explored Camelot and learned every secret passage and room. It didn't even take her a month to find this room hidden behind the bookshelf in Camelot's library. In this secret room lay the truth about her nightmares making Morgana swear to never come back to this room again.

Although, for a month, Morgana had kept herself safely tucked away in this room, she now needed to roam into the perilous world. She couldn't keep a dream such as the one she had dreamt secret. No, Morgana needed to inform someone or some sort of creature.

...

"MERLIN!" the king yelled flinging a pair of trousers at the warlock. The servant slowly turned around to face his master. "That is the hundredth time I have called your name. Have you been at the tavern?"

"No," Merlin incredulously replied. The young warlock had been doing chores for Gaius before he had come up here to ask Arthur for the evening off. This was now out of question. Kilgharrah had telepathically told Merlin to come to the usual clearing as soon as possible. Merlin didn't know why the dragon had called him but it must of been of great importance as it was unlike Kilghrrah to call him. Anyway, the chances of Merlin getting the evening off seemed to be zero.

"Good because I have an important job fo-"

"I thought your attitude around me, would change entirely at the information of me being a warlock," Merlin sadly interrupted. Arthur shook his head. It still amazed him that Merlin was a sorcerer. Merlin had no brains and was a clumsy idiot ninety-nine percent of the time. The rest of the time he spoke in riddles which irked Arthur.

"Let's put it this way- if you were on fire and I had a goblet of water, I would drink the water," Arthur gleefully laughed. Merlin narrowed his eyes in concentration and then shook his head.

"That would be an honourable thing to do sire. I mean I would just deprive the fire of air and manage to not get soaked by you," Merlin chuckled. He had out-witted Arthur again.

"Shut up Merlin! I need you go and find Gwen because I have a surprise for her," Arthur announced to Merlin's surprise.

"Ooh... I like surprises. What is it?"

"You are a blabber mouth Merlin and couldn't keep a secret." Merlin opened his mouth to protest but Arthur spoke over him. "Just make sure you do not take any trips to the tavern. I'll be asking Gwaine."

"Like I hid my magic from you for several years," Merlin muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry Merlin," Arthur teased. "I didn't quite catch that."

"Like Gwaine will be at the tavern drinking several beers, sire."

"MERLIN!" Before Arthur could chuck anything else at him, Merlin scrambled out of the room. He wondered if he would have time to hastily nip out of Camelot to see Kilgharrah without Arthur noticing. In the end the warlock decided that what the dragon had to tell him was more important than what chores Arthur set him. He had to go and see Kilgharrah.

For a summer's evening, the wind was bitterly cold and whipped against Merlin's face. The sun was ludicrously low in the sky for a summer's evening and the smoky clouds billowed in the sky. Camelot was unnervingly quiet and as Merlin trudged through the lower town, he caught sight of nobody. In fact the young warlock caught sight of no living person or creature until he made his way into the forest. A screeching murder of crows swooped out of the trees. Crows were thought to be a harbinger of doom and death.

It felt as if someone was warning him of the danger that was about to come his way. It was too ominous to be real. Merlin could scent the danger coming like a dog and glanced cautiously around him.

"You took your time," drawled your time. Merlin, being apprehensive, leapt out of his skin only to see that it was Kilgharrah who was speaking.

"Kilgharrah," Merlin gasped. The Great Dragon crossly stretched his wings but mainly appeared unruffled by the warlock's late arrival.

"Three hours I have waited. Three hours to tell you some of the most important information that you will ever hear young warlock," Kilgharrah declared much to Merlin's disinterest. It would probably be some information on how to kill Mordred and Morgana.

"You must not kill Morgana." Merlin's heart pounded against his ribcage. Had he heard Kilgharrah right? For once he had used Morgana's proper name instead of 'the witch' and he had also said not to kill her. The dragon sensed Merlin's bewilderment. "You heard me right. The witch must live."

"W-W-Why," Merlin stuttered. The dragon exasperatedly shook his head. It was obvious.

"Because without her Arthur will perish upon the plains of Camlann." Frowning, Merlin felt relief seeping through his body. He wasn't able to kill Morgana anyway. There was some kind of mental blockage that stopped him from killing her. Perhaps it was the knowledge that it was his fault Morgana had been corrupted.

"I don't understand," Merlin slowly said.

"Last time I told you that there were three people who would help save Arthur's life: you, Morrigan and Lefay. The problem was it is not Lefay but Morgana or Morgana le Fay. Le fay is french for fairy if you didn't know." Merlin gazed at the dragon shell shocked.

"Morgana is a stubborn witch and she will not change her ways. Her mind is set on killing Arthur and has been on killing Arthur for over five years. It's basically her life's goal along with conquering Camelot. I can't exactly say: 'Hey Morgana! Arthur's nice so stop trying to kill him and try and save his life.' That would be too simple," Merlin fumed. Kilgharrah impatiently pawed the ground wanting to be on his way. Merlin truly was ignorant and didn't understand a thing.

"I, nor anyone else, cannot help that she is her father's daughter. Although she is a deluded, murderess idiot, you need her to save Arthur," Kilgharrah growled. Clenching his fist, Merlin glared at Kigharrah.

"She is not mindless," Merlin contradicted. "She is misunderstood." Kilgharrah narrowed his eyes not agreeing with the dragonlord.

"Why are you standing up for her Merlin?" the dragon chuckled. "She is your nemesis." Merlin flushed at this making Kilgharrah feel satisfied. "Or is she more than that? Does she always remain in your mind? I know what stops you from killing her- it is love." Merlin glimpsed Kilgharrah's spiteful and beady eyes before staring at the ground.

"You are more foolish than you look old friend. How could I be in love with a stubborn and corrupted murderess. If that is a word." Flame flared out of Kilgharrah's nostrils but was not aimed at Merlin.

"You tell me off for insulting Morgana and then you insult h-"

"But I speak the truth and you do not," the warlock argued. "She is not a mindless idiot but she is a corrupted and stubborn murderess." This did not please Kilgharrah. The dragon spread his scaly wings and soared into the sky without saying another word to Merlin.

Shrugging, Merlin began to drag his feet back to Camelot. As he did, Merlin dwelled on what the dragon had said. For a moment Merlin feared that the dragon might be right about him and Morgana but he shook that feeling off him. It couldn't be right. How could you love someone that wanted you to die inhumanely? It didn't make sense.

Merlin debated it until he arrived at the gates of Camelot and then his mind was back on the problem of finding Gwen and coming up with a suitable excuse. Arthur would assume that he would be in the tavern with Gwaine .

Opening a door, Merlin strode right into someone. In a flash the person, he had walked into, lost their balance. Merlin automatically caught the person in his arms. They were extremely light and weighed next to nothing. As soon as Merlin saw their face he knew it was-

"Morgana," Merlin remarked. Morgana struggled out of Merlin's grasp and fearfully glanced up at him. It was just like her dream. She took a deep breath and could feel Merlin's sapphire eyes boring into her own eyes, which were avoiding his gaze. The witch knew that she would never be able to meet eye to eye with him again. After Morgana had found out the truth about Merlin's magic, she had barely been able to meet eye to eye with him. It had been a chilly spring night in a cave when Morgana had found out that Merlin had magic. Morgana had been sword duelling Gwen and disarmed the queen. As Morgana had been about to plunge her sword into Gwen's heart, Gwrn had been blasted back and knocked unconscious. Out of the corner of her eye, Morgana had seen a flash of gold from Merlin's stormy blue eyes. At first, Morgana couldn't believe it. Then everything began to fit together making Morgana more determined to kill him. Not just to kill him but to torture him and inhumanely annihilate him.

"What are you doing here," Merlin asked trying to keep the conversation as friendly and calm as possible. Morgana bit her lip in concentration. If she told him the truth, would she just say: Hello Merlin. I just had a dream, well more of a nightmare, about you. In this nightmare you were either eating my face like a wildren or trying to kiss me. Even if you were kissing me it would still have been a nightmare. I mean you would be the sloppiest kisser ever... Em... This is definitely not awkward. I'll just assume your a wildren Merlin, and were eating my face.

Morgana felt herself going a deep shade of magenta at this thought and tried to think of something positively horrible. However this failed and she ended up becoming more and more red by the second. Frowning, Merlin suspiciously scrutinised Morgana's facial expression. The warlock had never seen her look embarrassed and flushed (not even before she had been corrupted). It seemed oddly out of place for her to start blushing for no apparent reason.

The long silence became awkward and tense so Merlin decided to break it and said, "How are you? I haven't seen you for a while." It was now Morgana's turn to be bewildered. Merlin had just asked her a question as a friend would. She was his ultimate enemy and Morgana was absolutely sure that enemies didn't ask each other how they were.

"How do you think I am?" Morgana eventually spat. "Considering last time we met you very nearly condemned me to a slow and painful death, I am not too bad." The last time Morgana and Merlin had confronted each other, Merlin had nearly succeeded in killing her but Aithusa had loyally saved her mistress from the warlock's wrath. Morgana had also managed to snatch Excalibur from Merlin in the process of it. Entrusting Excalibur to Aithusa to keep safe, Morgana had made sure Emrys had no clue where the sword was.

"What is wrong Morgana?" Merlin murmured. Morgana glared at Merlin aghast. Enemies definitely didn't ask each other what was wrong. Morgana was now highly suspicious and pondered on the idea of Merlin trying to manipulate her onto his side.

"Why do you care?" Morgana hissed her voice cracking. Merlin sympathetically studied her face. Her vivid myrtle coloured eyes sparkled with tears. "You want me dead." Merlin was completely bemused by Morgana's actions and emotions. Since when had she been a highly emotional person?

"I don't want you dead," Merlin assured taking a step towards her. "I just want you be who you were."

"You cannot change me Emrys," Morgana softly warned. "I will go to my grave knowing that I have tried my best to liberate our people."

"But this is preposterous Morgana. We are fighting for the the same thing, but yet, we are fighting against each other."

"Unlike you I have better things to do than have pointless chatter about things which will never happen," Morgana abruptly announced. "Goodbye Emrys. Next time I meet you, you shall not be so fortunate."

"Yeah, yeah," Merlin muttered watching Morgana flounce off.

As Morgana ventured out of the castle into the forest, she felt free at last. The vile wind lashed against her cheeks making her wrap her cloak tightly around her. The night was thick with darkness and the pool of moonlight cast shadows everywhere. It was dead silent. Raucous screeching emitted from out of the shadows breaking the tranquil silence. The shrieks of the animal ceased after some time causing Morgana to relax and slump on a log. Morgana preferred night to day. At night, she didn't have to hide or be cautiously about anyone sighting her. Everyone in the whole of Albion was hunting her down. During the hours of light, Morgana had to either remain in desolate places or constantly be prepared for persistent attacks. Night was also serene giving Morgana time to think and plan. Only animals and bandits would stir in the depths of a forest at this time of night. Considering Morgana had no fear of bandits or animals, she mindlessly roamed in the forest until she was lost in the very depths it. Then the priestess called for Aithusa.

Aithusa, I need you. Please Aithusa, Morgana telepathically called.

Out of the distance in the pool of moonlight soared a white creature. It eerily swooped down like a ghost but with an air of elegance. Landing gently on the pine covered ground, the creature neatly tucked its wings into its sides.

"Aithusa," Morgana gasped. "You are alright."

"Why does it always surprise you? I can look after myself," Aithusa indignantly replied. Nuzzling the palm of Morgana's hand, the young dragon up at Morgana's apprehensive face. "What is wrong?"

"Will my dreams always come true?" Morgana blurted out. She knew the answer to question but still needed to ask it. As soon as Morgana asked the question, she felt a large amount of weight drop off her shoulders.

"I suppose so but you should know better than me," Aithusa yawned, stretching her wings. The young dragon then frowned intently at her mistress. "What did you see?" Morgana took a deep breath and sighed. What was she going to say? She didn't want to tell Aithusa the whole of dream just the general storyline.

"I saw Emrys embracing me. We had made amends and were acting like really good friends. I felt happy when I said that Emrys was my destiny and doom," Morgana explained to Aithusa's disappointment. If Morgana was still dreaming of Emrys, this meant that she wouldn't annihilate him in the foreseeable future. On the other hand this vision could be a good foresight of the future. Perhaps Emrys would change sides or Morgana would enchant him.

"Do not fear your powers but use them for the greater good," Aithusa advised. "You will probably have enchanted Emrys to do your bidding so naturally you shall be good friends." Morgana raised an eyebrow at Aithusa. In her nightmare, her and Merlin seemed to have more on their minds than just being good friends. Aithusa didn't need to know that much detail though. Morgana some how doubted that Aithusa would be right but when she left the forest, a great weight of worry had been lifted off her shoulders.

...

Merlin couldn't find Gwen anywhere in Camelot so he decided to go and tell Arthur about it. The warlock sprinted through the corridors and burst into Arthur's chambers.

"Arthur I can't find Gw-" Merlin cut himself off. Gwen was snuggled up beside Arthur in bed. Arthur bolted up at his manservant's abrupt entrance.

"We have a rule about my chambers at night don't we Merlin. What the hell are you doing?" Arthur yelled. Gwen stretched and sat up looking at Merlin.

Merlin babbled, "Well I was looking for Gwen an-"

"That was two hours ago," Arthur interrupted. "You've been at the tavern, haven't you?" Frowning, Gwen suspiciously looked between Merlin and her husband. She just couldn't imagine Merlin (the world's most powerful sorcerer) lounging in the tavern drinking to his heart's content. That behaviour was only to be expected from someone like Gwaine.

Seeing Gwen's confusion, Arthur decided to enlighten her. "Merlin has a bad habit of drinking at the tavern."

"I do not," Merlin protested. "I was collecting herbs for Gaius." Gwen studied Merlin to see if he was lying. He was like a brother to her now. They had known each other longer than they cared to remember. It didn't help Merlin that his excuse was extremely lame. Arthur may have fallen for it a few time but Gwen saw right through it.

"I hope your business went well Merlin. It is not easy to keep a kingdom on its feet," Gwen laughed. Merlin smiled at this. Gwen was a lot more on top of things than Arthur.

"Thank you, milady," Merlin chuckled. "But coping with Arthur is the worst of it."

"MERLIN!" Arthur yelled. Without a second thought Merlin scuttled from the room.

Right, so how was it? I would really like to hear what you thought. In a couple of chapters who Morrigan is will be explained if you have not read Confronting Destiny and Doom. If you are having problems understanding the story feel free to PM me. I'm always happy to answer questions.