A/N - Thank you all so much for all the reviews and favorites! It really means a lot. :) My schedule is pretty full these next few days, so chapter 4 may not be up till Thursday. :( I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Morgana lay on a cold forest floor, beaten and bruised, her face stained with blood from a deep cut on her forehead. Her once beautiful dress had been reduced to badly stained strips of fabric, barely covering her pale trembling figure. She tried to get up, but her legs wouldn't move. She ran her shaking fingers across the unmoving limbs, both were broken. Her attention was turned to a faint noise in the distance. Silencing her labored breathing, she lifted her head, a wave of relief passed over her at the familiar sound, a galloping horse. If she could just draw the rider to her location, she would be saved. She tried to call out, but her dry throat refused to make a sound. The pounding of the horse's hooves faded away, her hopes dashed, Morgana let her head fall to the ground. No one was coming, no one would save her, this was the end. A solitary tear slipped from the corner of her eye, never had she felt so weak, so pathetic. Then she saw him, her knight in shining armor, come to save his beloved princess.

"Leon!" the joyous whisper took every bit of strength she could muster. Words alone couldn't express her happiness, the man she loved had come running to her rescue. She hadn't realized how deeply she'd cared for him until this moment, when all hope of ever seeing him again was lost. Her eyes were now open to the truth of how strong her feelings for him were. She would have endured a thousand painful deaths for him, gone through hell a hundred times more, just to see his face one last time. He opened his mouth to speak to her,

"Mor-" he began, but his words were cut off by a piercing pain in his back. He staggered forward coughing and sputtering as he went. Morgana's joy turned to horror as she watched the scene in front of her, unable to stop the terrible events taking place before her eyes. The lethal blade was pulled away from Leon's spine, only to be thrust right back in by its wielder. The knight fell to the ground, blood oozing over his body like a silky red blanket. He gave Morgana one last loving look before collapsing; he was dead.

"No." Morgana's sorrowful moan was barely audible. Warm tears streamed from her eyes, greeting the ground below with a light splash. She felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest, torn to pieces, put back together, and then cruelly shattered again. All that was left of her broken spirit was filled with a longing desire to perish with her lover. Without him, she was nothing. Her eyes turned to the cloaked figure that stood cackling over Leon's dead body. Her vision was too blurred by the stream of water flowing from her eyes to make out the face hidden beneath the dark hood, not that it mattered. Leon was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. Stretching out her limp arm, she grabbed ahold of a nearby root and began pull herself forward. The wounds in her side were reopened by the sharp rocks and branches that carpeted the forest floor. She welcomed the stinging pain with open arms, allowing her some relief from the raw emotions that were clawing her apart inside. Dragging herself closer and closer, she finally reached his corpse. Gently, she pulled his hair from his face, with the tips of her fingers, she delicately traced his light colored lips, still overcome with grief.

"Morgana!" The voice sounded distant. "Morgana!"

"Leave me alone!" she choked through her tears, not turning to face the speaker.

"Morgan, wake up!" With a bloodcurdling scream, the ward was pulled from the horrifying vision. "It's alright." Gwen cooed. "It was just a dream." Morgana shook her head, Gwen was wrong. It wasn't just a dream, it was real, it was going to happen. Fear and dread gripped her heart as tears continued to pour from her puffy red eyes. Gwen pulled her frightened friend close, Morgana welcomed her embrace gladly.

"Oh, Gwen, it was the most terrible thing." she whimpered. Gwen spoke again, but what she said didn't register, all Morgana could think of was Leon. Gwen stayed with her for another half and hour, unwilling to leave, even when her mistress insisted that she do so.

"I'll be fine." she assured the concerned maid. It was a lie of course, but what else could she say? She couldn't keep the poor girl here all night.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now go get some rest." Morgana said, attempting to smile, but failing miserably. Once Gwen had left the room she began to weep uncontrollably, not for herself, but for Leon. Her dream had made her realize just how important he was to her. The deep passion that she now felt for him was overwhelming. She couldn't go through that again, she couldn't face the pain of losing him a second time. Using the sleeve of her nightgown to dry her wet cheek, she vowed that see would never lose him again, no matter what the cost.