A/N: People begged me to write more, and you got lucky that I had a long train ride to think and suddenly come up with an idea. So here you go. I will probably write one more chapter from Mordred's perspective then move on to the others.


Emrys led Mordred to a cave near a small fishing village near the coast. He walked inside and silently conjured a bright light to light the way. It floated along just behind Emrys, giving his shadow a harsh blue outline. The ground was flat, but rough enough that they did not need to fear slipping. After walking a while, Merlin took a sharp turn to the left and slipped through a small opening Mordred hadn't noticed. Ducking through, he felt a slight tingling sensation.

"A minor barrier to keep out those who do not have magic," he said in response to Mordred's unspoken question.

"Has anyone found the doorway so far?"

"Once someone did," he replied. "But they had new technology that helped them to find it. The confusion on their faces was great when they could not walk past the barrier yet their instruments told them that there was a giant cavern right around the corner." And as they turned into the cavern, Mordred's jaw dropped in awe.

Before him was an elegantly decorated room, with a waterfall at the far end. All around the room were shelves stocked with many different books and bottles of chemicals. Tables scattered throughout the room held various contraptions from across the decades with models of catapults next to a computer with a huge wall mounted monitor. There were couches and hand carved wooden chairs, small potted plants and robots, even a crossbow that shot paintballs. Mordred could hardly process it all.

"It got boring waiting for everyone," Emrys shrugged. "I didn't know how long it would be so I picked up some new hobbies. Here, let's get you some better clothes." He walked over to a wall and pressed him hand against it. Muttering under his breath, the wall slid back to reveal a large walk-in closet. He motioned for Mordred to join him. "Since I'm taking you to Avalon, it is acceptable to wear clothes similar to what you were used to. I will, though, have to force you to wear more modern clothes later if we are to avoid unwanted attention. News spreads faster than a wildfire here and we don't really want to be bothered. Now, clothes. All of these are your size, here in the back is what you are more used to wearing. Dress like you are going to court; no armor necessary." And with that he walked out of the closet to leave Mordred to change.

Bewildered, Mordred scanned the racks of clothes and settled on a simple red shirt with an embroidered dragon on the sleeve and grey trousers. High black boots and he felt comfortable for the first time since waking up in this strange new world. Squaring his shoulders, he walked out of the closet with his other clothes in hand. "Where should I put my other clothes?"

"Throw them in, they will clean and hang themselves." Mordred threw the clothes into the opening. As they crossed the threshold they were suddenly whisked away and the cave door slid shut. "There is some supper on the table by the stream if you are hungry. I must change as well" Strolling back over to the closet, he opened the door and disappeared inside. Mordred, suddenly very hungry now that food was mentioned, walked to the table by the stream. Well, by the stream was incorrect, for the table and chairs were actually in the spring itself. Mordred slipped off his boots and waded to the chair. The water was refreshing and the slight currents swirling around his feet when he sat felt wonderful on his weary feet. He gratefully ate the tomato soup before him and had moved onto the steak when Emrys joined him.

He was looking resplendent in a royal purple embroidered with golden flowers along the hems. Dark blue trousers with a red stripe down the side and black boots made him look very official. A navy blue cape flowed behind him and seemed to shimmer like water as he moved. A thin silver circlet rested gently on his dark hair. A more kingly figure had not been since in a very long time. Mordred had a strange desire to get up and bow before him, but shock kept him seated. These clothes seemed far more suitable than any of the servant's gear he had worn at Camelot. Emrys appeared oblivious to Mordred's amazement and jumped into his seat, landing cross-legged to keep his feet dry. Grabbing the wine first he quickly ate and told Mordred to hurry.

"The barrier is thinnest at sundown so we need to leave soon." When they finished eating, Emrys levitated the dirty dishes into the sink and they began to wash themselves. "Put your boots on and follow me." `

Emrys lead the way to the back of the cave and ducked through the waterfall, an invisible shield seemed to deflect the water as they passed underneath however. On the other side, the small stream had become a river with a small sailboat tied to one side. Emrys motioned for Mordred to step in. He had never been in a boat before and was a little unsettled by the constant motion.

"Best sit down and hold on to the side," Emrys said as he untied the ropes. "It may take you a while to grow your sea legs." He threw the ropes in and jumped in the boat. He raised the sail and added a slight breath of wind to move the boat out into the sunlight. One outside of the cave, Emrys let the natural wind take over whole he controlled the sail in his left hand, the tiller in his right.

"Couldn't you use magic to control the boat?" Mordred asked, seeing the awkward stretching he was doing to adjust the sail.

"Aye, I could do that," he replied. "But sailing has always been something I wanted to learn. And the feel of the ship under your hand; it's like she's alive." He smiled. "I've named her Freya. I only use magic when there's no wind. And that's only if I have to take her out."

After that, it was quiet sailing. Mordred was in the front, watching the water flow past as they tacked into the sunset. The falling sun was turning the already bright yellow sail, into a glowing orange. The magnificent flower near the top of the tall sail seemed to shimmer and never really settle on a color, but it was always some shade of red.

The sun fell until it touched the horizon, the sky a brilliant mix of magenta and red lighting up the clouds. Then, almost imperceptibly, the sun began to rise again. The sky lightened, turning back to a light blue. Mordred turned to mention this strange phenomenon to Emrys, but he could see that he had expected this.

"We've have passed into the other realm." He nodded to the right. "Over there is the island." He thrust the rudder and let the sail catch the strong wind. As he adjusted the direction, they picked up speed until they were soaring across the lake. The sky continued to lighten and soon they were pulling into the harbor. A man dressed in a simple white shirt and trousers, helped guide the boat gently into the slip and tie it up.

"Good morning, Master Emrys." He offered his hand to help Mordred out of the boat. "I see you have found one of your old friends."

"Indeed. Mordred, this is Peter, my boat-hand. I have not yet met anyone more knowledgeable about the sea in all my years. Peter, this is Sir Mordred, a knight of the Round Table and a druid."

"Honored to meet you, sir." Peter bowed. "Welcome to Avalon, the eternal lands"