Hello, people of the world. MY PARENTAL ISSUES ARE ALMOST OVER! WOO! I HAVE INSPIRATION! I don't feel like typing all my life crap, so ENJOY CHAPTER #3!

Morgana shuddered as the stench of the dead came over our noses. I had just figured that the red ink on the wall was in fact blood. Most likely blood from the dead people that littered the fort's floors.

"Okay. I'm going to forget the fact that two of the four closest people in my life have magic, and be curious about why there are bodies here." Arthur said indifferently.

As promised, there was a stone basin in the middle of the room with a glittering fountain that seemed to be spouting pure gold that turned to water when it reached the basin.

Well, that's part of the wall writing. Now we just need to stay away from shadows, make Arthur trust me, and get me to understand the first note. I thought.

Arthur followed as I carried Morgana over to the basin, and sat her on the edge.

"What are you doing?" She exclaimed.

"Remember the wall? It said the basin would heal your ankle."

"Oh,"

I cupped water in a hand and dropped it over Morgana's extended foot. She exhaled in relief, and I repeated it a few times.

"Better?" I asked.

She stood and said, "It's sore, but it doesn't feel like me leg is being sawed off."

I looked around the dark room, and found some more torch posts.

"Leohtbora."

The torches lit with the jade glow, and Arthur sighed.

"Will I ever get used to you using magic all the time now?"

I replied, "I won't be." And with Arthur's confused face, I added, "Uther."

The non-understanding look vanished as he heard that.

We walked on, with Morgana using my forearm to support her weight, since her ankle was still sore, and Arthur behind us with his sword drawn. We came to a hallway with seven doors, and three of which were crumbled beyond entering, and two others led to collapsed rooms.

"Which way do we go?" Morgana asked.

"Lets see… One two three four five six seven doors, one two three are collapsed, and two are useless. Three plus two is five, and seven minus five is… TWO…!" Arthur exclaimed.

"Wow Arthur. I didn't know you could do math." I grinned.

"Shut up, Merlin."

I kept smiling as we walked closer to the usable doors. I felt Morgana tense through my arm, and I glanced her way. Her face told me she'd seen this in a dream.

"I have a good feeling about going left." Morgana had completely wiped her face of any worry. Since I mostly knew how her dreams worked, I understood that there wasn't really a good feeling about the left doorway; it was just that there was a bad one from the right.

"Then turn left we shall." I said.

Morgana gave me a grateful look, and then gripped my arm as we began to walk again.

As we headed down the left corridor, the stench of corpses began to fade, and then eventually disappear. I walked Morgana and I a bit slower than Arthur, so when we were far back enough, I could ask, "What was in the right corridor?"

"The witch from the execution was dead, in the middle of the floor, and there were these creatures… little glowing lights, that turned into great, green, ugly beasts with wings! They had the most horrid and twisted pixie-like faces, and they did something like suffocate you with rose petals! There were other bodies with rose petals in their mouths surrounding the witch in a circle. The peculiar part though, was the witch had a dagger in her chest."

"Best not to think about that right now. We have these mystic 'Shadows' to look forward to…" I distracted Morgana from the subject by asking how her ankle was.

"It feels a lot better, thank you, Merlin."

I smiled at her as we approached the next room.

"The right corridor is calling out to me…" Arthur sighed.

"We went left. Deal with it." Morgana snapped.

"Children…" I mockingly scolded.

"Sorry Merliiiiiiin." They unanimously smirked.

We entered what looked like a dining room full of these square torches that were giving off almost blinding light.

"Enough…whatever these light things are?" Arthur mumbled as he covered his eyes.

He was right. There were enough lights to keep every shadow at bay forever. Nothing but us was making shadows, because other than the lights, we were the only things in the room.

Morgana yawned widely, "I am exhausted!"

"It's a good job we brought bedding with us." Arthur agreed.

I unpacked the backpacks we'd brought, and got ready for bed.

I must have been too tired to notice the growing shadow in the very middle of the room.

…tootiredtospelllinecorrectly…

Whew! Holy CRAP! It's been forever! I am SOOOO SORRY! I promise, I've been trying to catch up FOREVER! Seriously, I brought my laptop into the bathroom with me so I could type while my hair air-dried after my shower! (Still dryin…)

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