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The night before…

Agravaine was ecstatic by the time the round table meeting was over. When Arthur said that Merlin was to be the one to go into the woods, alone, Agravaine had to cover his mouth with his gloved hand to mask his smirk. It was all just too perfect, and Agravaine knew how pleased Morgana would be at this development.

With that thought in mind, Agravaine hurried from the room and through the corridors, excited not only by the prospect of doing in Arthur's servant, for the boy had been a thorn in Agravaine's side since his arrival in Camelot, but also by how happy with him Morgana was sure to be when she discovered that they would be in the perfect position to kill Merlin, and by extension Arthur. Although Agravaine didn't know why, he did know of Morgana's deep-seeded hatred of the servant.

Agravaine hurried to the stables, only stopping to glare at a servant who dropped her basket of laundry in fright at his stare. After a stable hand saddled it, Agravaine climbed onto the back of his steed, and made his way to Morgana's hovel deep within the forest. When Agravaine reached the hideout he dismounted, and made his way to the rotted wooden door that was just barely attached to the entrance to Morgana's dirty and disheveled home. In fact, probably the only thing keeping Morgana's filthy hovel together was her magic.

Agravaine moved towards Morgana, who was pouring over a spell book at a rickety table in the corner of her shack. As he got within an arm's reach of her, she whirled to face Agravaine, brandishing a dagger at him as he leapt back just in time to avoid being stabbed in the face.

"Agravaine!" Morgana shrieked, a hint of madness in her eyes as she stopped her attack. "Why are you not in Camelot? Don't tell me you've been compromised already. You know that if you no longer have the ear of the king I really don't know what use you would be!"

"Of course my lady, Arthur still trusts me completely." Agravaine assured her. "I have come bearing news I think will please you greatly. It is concerning the serving boy, Merlin."

"Is he dead? Or grievously injured? Is he in great pain and suffering?" Morgana inquired, her eyes alight with the thought of Merlin in misery.

"Well, no my lady. He is of good health." Agravaine said hesitantly, nervous at the anger that flared in Morgana's eyes at this announcement.

"Then what news? What news about Merlin?" Morgana spat like his name was poison on her lips, "What news is so important that you risk losing Arthur's trust? What news is so important that you would be willing to lose your usefulness to me? Have you forgotten that I could destroy you Agravaine, like the pathetic worm you are, with the snap of my fingers?"

"My lady, tomorrow Arthur and the knights go on an expedition to stop Caerleon's men from invading, and Arthur has declared that Merlin will be the one to draw them out. If Arthur and the knights were to somehow not be there to help Merlin, I wonder what Caerleon's Knights would do to a trapped servant with absolutely no means of escape." Agravaine said hastily.

"He will die!" Morgana said with her classic smirk, giddy with the prospect of Merlin's death. "Merlin will go to the forest, and while he is trapped, waiting for his king who will never arrive, Merlin will die. Without Merlin, Arthur is nothing! It will destroy Arthur to watch his precious servant die because of his own stupidity. After all, a trained soldier may actually be able to put up a decent fight, but a servant? No. Merlin will be dead, Arthur will be broken, and Camelot will be mine!"

Morgana rushed to her spell book, pouring over the weathered pages in search of the information she would need to enact her plan. "Go to the castle at once Agravaine! You must not seem suspicious until it is far too late!" Morgana said.

Agravaine bowed deeply, and rushed from Morgana's hovel. He hurried back to Camelot, a smirk growing on his face as rode. Agravaine looked at the setting sun, its golden hues enveloping him as he rode, for he knew that by the same time the next day, Camelot would never be the same.

To Be Continued…

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've had a bit of a writer's block, but I think I'm good now. Some of the dialogue I used may be similar to Agravaine and Morgana's reactions in other episodes.

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