So what pairs do you ship? I have a few ideas in mind, but I'd love to hear your ideas.

Thank you AlwaysBelieve6 for beta-reading the prophecy for this chapter! I was having issues with it. Reviewers, if any of you have suggestions on how to improve it, please review or message me!

Morgana was amazed at the feast the Narnians had. A lot of it was food she hardly even recognized.

"Um, Lady Morgana?" the younger queen – Lucy was it? – said. "That's not meant for humans."

"Oh!" Morgana said, putting down the mysterious food she had just picked up. She wasn't used to dining with non-human creatures at all.

"Here, try this," the younger king offered, gesturing to a particular dish which did look rather appetizing. Morgana tried to remember his name as well. Edward? Edwin? Edmund? Or Edgar? Definitely something beginning with "Ed". He had been suspicious of her, but acted cordially civil – like the type of geniality one gives to someone they are not fond of but can't offend. Rather like his brother had been treating her as well.

"Thank you, sire," she said politely while helping herself to some food. She wasn't used to choosing from a variety of food and serving herself from the various platters on the table. But it was a delightful new experience, other than continuously almost eating food meant for animals.

"So, have you seen your room yet? Did you like it?" Queen Susan asked anxiously.

Morgana smiled. She had seen it. It put her room in Camelot to shame despite her not being the king's ward here. It would have even put Arthur's room to shame. It was so much brighter, full of colors, and the workmanship of the furniture was incredible. Although workmanship may be the wrong word here since it was likely not humans working on it. "I love it. Thank you so much."

"How wonderful!" the young queen said excitedly, even clapping her hands together. Morgana had never met someone so naively happy all the time, although at times Merlin could be. But not nearly as often or to the extent of this queen. "Just tell us if anything is wrong, and someone will fix it."

"Quiet now," the High King said sternly. "The bards are preparing their songs."

Sure enough, a songbird had flown to a stand in the center of the room. A chorus of birds flew in and surrounded it on the floor. Morgana's eyes widened. She started hoping that these were talking birds. Non-talking birds sang beautiful songs, so what wonders could talking birds sing? She was not disappointed when the lead singer opened its beak and began singing. But the words it sang chilled her to the core.

Listen to the words I sing tonight a witch

Camelot-born, whose presence can curse

All Narnia to a dark and dismal fate

Not a hundred years of winter, but worse

Death and destruction follow in her wake

The leading Narnia to fates tragic

For not even one knight of Narnia has the strength

To stand against the power of her magic.

Marching on and on and on

The knights so unstoppable, so inexorable

Fighting for the witch against the Narnians

Is Narnia's fate inevitable

But a savior rises from destruction

Emyrs' magic can put an end

To Narnia's terrible destined fate

With the Narnians he will stand and defend

"Emrys," Morgana whispered. It had a familiar feeling about it, even though she knew she had never met anyone named Emrys. She suddenly noticed that the two kings were looking at her carefully, judging her reaction. "I… I need some air."

The two kings glanced at each other. The High King leaned into his brother's ear and whispered something to him, and he nodded. The younger one then turned to her and said, "Allow me to escort you, lady."

Morgana would have much preferred to have a moment to herself, but she knew arguing would be as futile as anytime she had ever tried to change Uther's mind on anything. She accepted his proffered arm as he escorted her to a garden outside.

"I'm surprised your royal brother let you leave with me alone if the prophecy about me is that dark," Morgana said after awhile.

He laughed. "Naw, Pete's way too overprotective for that. I can only see a few of them, but he's probably sent a whole troop of guards with us."

Morgana looked around, seeing no one. She then realized she needed to stop looking for humans and look for animals. "Oh! Like that bird there?"

"Ah, no. That's actually a regular non-talking bird," he said. "We do have non-talking animals here as well. Ergo why we are able to have meat at our meals."

"Oh! How can you tell?" she asked eagerly. He started explaining the differences to her.

"But why are you so curious?" he suddenly asked suspiciously.

"If I'm living here, it would be nice to know which animals are talking or not. So I don't accidentally rudely ignore a talking animal. Or waste time talking to an animal which can't understand me," she said, ignoring his insulting suspicion. But that answer seemed to placate him.

"Do you feel ready to return, lady?" he asked politely.

"I suppose," she said quietly.

"I can stay out here with you longer if you wish. I'm sure the swordmaster would thank you for it. He keeps telling me I need to eat less," he joked in a more friendly manner.

"The food here is exceptionally good. When I actually find the human food that is," Morgana responded.

"Yes, that is the danger of Narnian food. But what say you, lady? Stay or return?" he asked.

"I suppose I'm just as ready to return as I shall ever be," she said with a sigh.

As they walked back, she finally asked the question that had been burning at the end of her tongue. "Do you really think I am that witch, your majesty?"

"I do not know. You are the only person we have ever met from Camelot, and you yourself say you have dark magic, as that of a witch. But you seem to recognize evil and despise it, so I am not sure what to make of you," he said honestly.

"Will you kill me? If I am the witch it claims me to be?" she asked quietly.

He glanced at her. "I would try other methods first. The prophecy does say "can curse" rather than "will curse." Perhaps your Emrys will come in time. But if I must, I would kill you so as to protect Narnia. I'm sorry, Lady Morgana."

"No, thank you," she said.

"You're thanking me?" he asked. "What for?"

"For being so reasonable about this. In Camelot, anyone who as much as associates with a sorcerer is likely to be executed," she said with a shiver. "My completely innocent, always kind maid was even imprisoned upon ridiculous accusations against her once."

"How horrid. We… we rarely execute anyone here and aren't afraid of magic, even if our reaction to you may have given that incorrect impression. But didn't you say you were the king's ward? Surely you wouldn't have been hurt! Especially if you couldn't help using magic accidentally," he said in shock.

"I fear Uther is far too paranoid for that. He would have had me executed if he had found out," she said with a shiver. The young king noticed and quickly removed his cape to give to her.

"Oh! Thank you," she said, a tad surprised by this gesture of friendship and chivalry.

"No problem," he said with a casual shrug. He led her back.

"Arthur, I need your help. And I need you to not freak out to much. Or tell your father," Merlin said. Maybe

"Merlin," Arthur cautioned angrily.

"I mean it. It's about Morgana," Merlin said.

Arthur gave his manservant a hard look. "Really? None of my knights can find a trace, and yet somehow you know something?"

"I..uh… kinda saw her leave," he said sheepishly.

"What?!"

"But couldn't say anything because it involved magic," Merlin said. "Keep your voice down!"

"What?!"

"She… I saw her somehow walk into a different world through a wardrobe! We need to go to that world and find her if we want her to return," Merlin said. "I found another way to get in that world as well and saw that she definitely was there."

"Merlin, I don't have time for this," Arthur said impatiently. "I don't care that you were in the tavern enough to make it worth you coming up with this ridiculous story."

"I'm serious! Just… just let me show you," Merlin said. He started striding out, knowing Arthur's curiosity would still get the best of him even though he'd never admit to it. Sure enough, Arthur followed him, but not without making disparaging comments about Merlin's intelligence and mental state. They ran into Gwen on the way who overheard one of Arthur's comments.

"You know where Morgana is?" she asked anxiously. She had been worried ever since Morgana disappeared.

"Apparently Merlin thinks she magically transported into another world," Arthur scoffed.

Gwen frowned at him. "You know Merlin wouldn't joke about something as serious as this. But what are you talking about Merlin?

"Let's go! This way," Merlin said. He really hoped no one else would join their party. While in Narnia, he had encountered some Narnians and apparently just one human was enough to cause a commotion there. The three of them were sure to attract unwanted attention.

He had found a passageway that led to the portal without having to go past the dragon.

"Where in the world are you going, Merlin?" Arthur complained yet again.

"Here it is!" Merlin finally said. The portal was inactive, but Merlin could activate it with magic. But Arthur was watching too closely. "Um… I need to pull this lever here," Merlin muttered, hiding his eyes by pretending to be pulling some lever at the base of it. The portal began glowing.

"What the – " Arthur began. Merlin ignored him and went through the portal. Gwen followed, grabbing Arthur and bringing him through.

"Incredible," Gwen said, shaking her head in wonder. She hadn't quite believed Merlin until this moment. It was just too unbelievable. Merlin struggled to not laugh when he saw Arthur's face. His mouth was opening and closing like a fish.

"So… we should go find Morgana, right?" Merlin said, still grinning at Arthur's reaction.

"I thought you knew where she was," Arthur said.

"Well, um… not exactly. I think she might be in the castle," he offered. "So… we just have to sneak in."

"So your plan is for the three of us to sneak into a likely guarded castle with only my sword as a weapon on the chance that Morgana might be there?" Arthur said incredulously.

"If she might be there, then we need to go," Gwen insisted.

"So where is this castle, Merlin? Or is finding it another part of your brilliant plan?" Arthur asked.

"I found it last time by following the beach up. It's impossible to miss," Merlin said.

As they walked, Arthur's knight instincts began kicking in. He was almost positive they were being watched. But he didn't see any humans anywhere. Just animals.

Gwen suddenly shrieked.

"What is it?" Arthur said, moving in front of her to protect her.

"That … that tree just… walked," she said in a shocked voice.

"The trees are weird here," was all Merlin could respond to that. "I think they're harmless though. At least, none have hurt me yet."

"That's real comforting," Arthur muttered.

Eventually, several animals came prowling, flying, or walking out towards them. Merlin gulped. It looked like the unwanted attention he was afraid would happen thanks to them being four humans had occurred.

"I've never seen animals unite like this," Arthur muttered worriedly.

"Yeah, about the animals…" Merlin began.

"Yes, Merlin. I can see them," Arthur retorted. He pulled out his sword, waving it and shouting, "Back! Back you animals!"

"Well, that's rather rude I daresay," a beaver said, placing her hands on her hips.

Arthur looked like he might actually pass out from shock.