She slowly put on the cloak. The soft red folds of the druid cloak surrounded her as she got ready to go to the castle. "I knew it would come to this someday she thought. Mordred my brother, who I might say has been under my apprenticeship since father died. He first decided to become a knight, I knew this would happen but of course he goes to morgana's side for revenge. Have I not taught anything to this child? Though I guess it wasn't entirely his fault, after all it was always his destiny and I knew it. But I guess this is why I am doing this, to try and get Mordred back." thoughts rolled around in her head like a storm. She looked at the druid mark again before pulling the sleeve down. She unnecessarily smoothed her dress down and fixed her hair before pulling the hood up. She sighs inwardly, this could either go terribly bad or the other way entirely.

She enters through the gates, it's funny how everyone seems be so cheery these days yet there is always that treat of war looming over them. Over the past twelve years of living within the walls of Camelot she's gotten to know so many people, many of them are now gone.

Inside the castle a line of people are waiting for an audience with the king. Many hours have passed and she is the last one in. There right in front of her the, once and future king, she takes a deep breath before walking in.

She bows on with one knee on the ground and says "It is an Honour to meet you King Arthur," slowly she moves her head up but her face still remained unseen. Arthur only nods in acknowledgement. He then gestures for the girl to continue.

"I wish to talk about the up and coming war with the witch Morgana." The girl tries to talk in a steady but slips when she says the name.

"Guards you may go, Gwaine, Eylan, Leon, Percival and Merlin will stay everyone go." Alarm was heard in Arthur's voice now. Slowly the guards and the other knights left the room and the grand hall was almost empty but for The King and Queen, four knights and the servant named Merlin. "Please stand, now tell me what you have to share." She stands up quickly and says in clear voice "I wish to help you in the war." Now Arthur was slightly annoyed and amused at the same time. He chuckled bit as he said "And how do you think that's going to happen? You're a girl!" Wow the druid thinks, he really is a prat, just like how Mordred described him. A smile crept up her face but then she whispers "Sire I think you've got it wrong, my name is Clarussia and I am a druid" At that sentence all the knights drew their swords and pointed them at her direction but Arthur said "Stop let the girl speak druids are peaceful." He nods to say that the girl needed to continue.

"Sire we need to fight magic with magic, fire with fire and although I am sure your knights are of the highest quality there is no mistaking that charms and enchantments are superior. I know with all the magical betrayal that's been happening it's hard to believe but magic is neither evil nor good. It is the person who holds this power that influences it. You might say that magic corrupts the soul and I will not deny this because it can and will if you do not know how to control emotions or seek power but in the right hands there is no denying that it is a good force." Throughout the little speech Merlin is frowning but looks like he is trying to figure out if this is genuine.

"What do you wish to fight this magic with then, druid?" Arthur's voice was cold but he seemed to be intrigued.

"I want to put an enchantment on Camelot, to conceal it, to hide it away, buy us sometime and I want to strengthen the amour and swords of the knights. I also want to teach you and the knights about magic and magical beasts so you know where to strike and how to deflect attacks"

The King looked a little taken back and he went silent with thought but then said wearily "How do we know we can trust you?"

"My father was executed under your father's law." Arthur was defiantly not expecting that answer he couldn't even try to mask the shock on her face. Clarussia looked around before carrying on; everyone in the room seemed to be in a state of some type of shock. "But my mother was killed by Morgana herself because she refused to join her cause but not only this she took my brother and he went to her side. And me? I narrowly escaped after an old friend tried to kill me. Sire don't you see? King Uther and Morgana are not that different; Morgana killed my mother because she didn't want to use her magic to kill others. She is defying her own cause by killing magical people." Her pace quickened towards the end and the tone of her voice turned into frustration. Clarussia then took a deep breath and very slowly lowered the hood. The Queen's gasp was heard when Clarussia lifted her head up. The fleshy pink scar ran down from her ear to her chin, it forked out to her cheek. The relatively fresh wound looked painful to say the least; it looked as if any movement of the face would have opened it again.

"Gwaine and Percival take the druid to the dungeons but don't use the chains. I need time to think," commanded Arthur. Clarussia gave a quick nod; a ghost of a smile played on her lips and was escorted to the dungeons. She sighed inwardly in relief, at least Arthur was thinking about it.

Here's the next chapter! I hoped you liked it but, I know Arthur might have been a little OOC and the timing of things might be wrong but please just roll with it... Anyway that's all I have to say have a lovely week (month maybe) and I'll read you next time! ^.^