Authors Note: Alright one of two things will happen because of this chapter. I'm going to lose a bunch of readers or gain a ton… I just hope you don't hate me later cause I've been setting this up for a while…. I own nothing.

4. The Rising Dark

Robert of East Evedale was still running from Camelot. It had been a week since he had been banished and despite his best attempts to leave the country he never seemed to actually make it out of Camelot. He was trying. No one would help him or shelter him since the rumor of what he had done had spread around like wildfire. He was scared and alone and was thus relieved when he ran into a hooded figure he recognized as a friend.

"My lord? What are you doing so far out of Camelot? My lord?" Before he could do anything the figure pulled a sword and pressed the tip against his throat.

"What should we do with him my lady?" The figure remained hooded and looked over his shoulder at someone behind him in the trees. A tall thin black haired woman stepped out of the trees and sneered.

"Well well well, if it isn't the disgraced Sir Robert. My lord I believe my dear brother ordered his execution if any of his knights found him." The hooded figure nodded and pressed the sword forward, drawing a trickle of blood from the terrified man's neck. But then a second hooded figure came out of the woods next to Morgana. The figure held up a hand, covered in scars.

"Wait. We may yet have use for this sniveling weakling before he dies. Morgana if you would please." Morgana nodded and pointed a hand at Robert.

"Swepnu!" The ex-knight fell, asleep before he hit the forest floor.

"Very good. Your skills have grown well these past few years. Merlin will stand no chance against you, even if he was trained by Emrys himself." Morgana smiled.

"That is high praise indeed, especially from you sister." Morgouse lowered her hood and smiled at her sister. She was covered in scars and not nearly as pretty as she had been when she had fallen to that simpleton during the siege on Camelot so many years ago. It was due to Morgana she had survived at all. She had been teetering on the edge of death but Morgana's magic, still young and untamed, had held her there for years until she could cleanse her sister of the magic that was eating her alive. The one drawback for them, besides the very recognizable scars, was that Morgouse no longer had any magic. But that was just as well, Morgana was truly powerful enough for both of them.

"My lord, if you will escort our guest to our chambers?" She smiled at the hooded figure who bowed. He straightened and his hood fell. In the moonlight his hair was tawny brown and his eyes glinted green.

"Of course my lady." He picked up the prone figure and bowed to Morgana as well.

"Thank you Sir Lamorak, it warms my heart to know my dear brother has such loyal knights to look after him." Morgana laughed and the four figures disappeared into the darkling woods as the celebrations continued in the kingdom around them.

No one in Camelot was aware that sitting in their very court was the key to their undoing. They celebrated the long awaited return of magic in blissful ignorance of the trials to come.

A N: For those of you who are unaware Sir Lamorak De Ganis was a member of the Round Table along with his brother Sir Bors De Ganis.