A big thanks to jaqtkd, horsegirl332211, Haley Renee and Jissai for your reviews! :D This chapter focuses on how Merlin exposes himself to a very dangerous piece of magic. In future it is going to test him beyond belief and he will even ask himself why magic even exists. So enjoy!


In the dark recesses of the ancient, rotting palace, Morgause watched over her sister intently. She never liked hosting guests, magical or not, and Alvarr was no exception. In fact, it was even worse; she wouldn't trust him for a second, even if her life depended on it. The boy he had brought with him was very powerful, and he seemed to be close to her sister. Then again, Alvarr appeared to be as well. Morgause would have to deal with that at some point.

Morgana had recovered from her mystery illness. She had told Morgause every detail, and the sorceress took in each and every word, but she couldn't make sense of it. Fainting from a deafening noise was unusual, but then again it all had been very obscure. The most frustrating part of it all was that nothing had been found at the crash site! How could that be even possible? She saw it with her very own eyes, and now there was nothing left! It made no sense, and when situations didn't feel right, Morgause got self-protective and mildly paranoid. The presence of Alvarr and Mordred didn't help at all.

The sorcerer was standing in a corner, leaning against a wall while scribbling on a piece of aged parchment. He sighed loudly and folded the parchment away.

"Bad news; Camelot was not destroyed by the star. It fell just short and is on the border of the Forest of Ascetir. It's burnt out and shrouded the surrounding land in mist."

"How on earth would you know?" Morgause spat, a little more sharply than she meant to, but she made no effort in hiding her dislike for Alvarr.

Alvarr withdrew the parchment "It's a new way of contacting someone else from a long distance. Two pieces of parchment are twinned together, and you can send a message to the person with the other pieces, and your message will come up on it. It's more practical than a scrying bowl, and, well, more subtle." Alvarr smirked coldly "Perhaps you've been hiding here for too long, Morgause."

She made no reply, and merely turned back to Morgana. Her sister could see the disdain between the two of them and she didn't like it one bit. Why couldn't they just get on and focus on their common enemy?

"Who is the person with the other piece, then?" Morgana asked, in an attempt to re-kindle the conversation. She was still bed bound but more than capable of speech.

"His name is Korren. He's a freedom fighter like me; we take the fight to Uther, instead of lurking in the shadows." This was cast at Morgause, and she was ready to throw back a retort when Alvarr claimed he had received another message.

"Korren's saying that the mist has entered the city at a frightening speed. Uther's given an order to bring all the citizens into the city. He's going to take a closer look at the star."

Morgana smirked "Uther is such a coward; a bit of mist and suddenly he thinks he's under attack."

"It's a foolish form of communication anyway," Morgause threw in spontaneously "what if this 'Korren' were to be caught. For all you know you could be speaking to a Knight of Camelot."

"If anyone else touches it, the parchment will hide its secrets, and mine will turn to stone. It will only return to normal if he retrieves it successfully. Really, Morgause, you need to start thinking outside of the box."

Mordred merely sat in the corner, unwilling to get involved in this. He was focused on far more important things.

"Perhaps, during this state of panic, we could strike? It would be an opportune moment to kill Uther while the citadel is so densely populated." Morgana tried her best to keep this from falling into an argument.

Morgause shook her head "They'll be prepared for that. We need to find a foolproof plan where we cannot be caught and our plan is not discovered before we strike! Clearly, Camelot has a magical asset," Morgause threw her sister an important look; she was unwilling to share the identity of this man to Alvarr, or the mysterious boy for that matter.

Without warning, the parchment in Alvarr's hands crumbled and turned into ash, which slipped through his frozen fingers and fell to the floor. His face was that of shock.

"So," Morgause smirked accursedly "what does that mean, then?"

Alvarr didn't reply, and he turned his back on the sorceress, making his way to the door.

"Alvarr," Morgana said, with genuine concern "what is it? What has happened to Korren?"

Alvarr turned back, his eyes dark and his voice empty.

"He's dead."


Underneath the Castle...

Had it been under other circumstances, Merlin would have feared going down into the vaults. Yet this was a different matter. His friend was in danger and if he couldn't save Arthur in time, then their two great destinies would count for nothing, and who knows what would happen to Albion if Arthur didn't become King? Merlin didn't really want to think about that; it couldn't be a bright and golden future. That was certain.

Illuminated cobwebs lined the walls and overhanging ceiling, and dust had collected on the floor, Merlin's footprints easily visible. No one had been down here since the Crystal of Neahtid had been safely placed back down here, and that was over two years ago now. The vaults were riddled with ancient magical objects, all of them deemed dangerous by the King. It was supposedly filled with magical books, enchanted jewellery, sorcerer's staff's and other numerous apparel. Merlin was worried that the room would be saturated with trapped power; enough to make him feel weak or even pass out. He reached the ancient Iron Gate, where the taboo objects could be seen through.

"Chyfynga 'm allu a cadw 'm 'n ddihangol chan beth Mai feddwl 'm amhara."

Merlin felt a warm wave of cool air wash over him, and he felt more at peace than before. Still, though, there was more magical work to be done.

"Agor am 'm archa!"

The gate groaned under pressure and the lock turned, the old iron bars complaining loudly as they swung open. Merlin stepped through, and felt the warm protection around him cool a little. He couldn't stay here for too long. The power in here was unhealthy for him, and could potentially kill him if he ever got stuck down here. Nonetheless, interest nearly grasped him through all the fascinating magical relics and ancient writings surrounding him. Perhaps, if Arthur did ever allow magic to return to Camelot when he was King, Merlin could come down here again and create some kind of magical library. For now, however, Arthur's life was on the line.

It was quite difficult locating the Stone of Inobscurity. Merlin nearly cursed himself for not asking Gaius what the jewel looked like; he'd been too swept away with the sudden chance of being able to help Arthur.

As he passed the dreaded Crystal of Neahtid, Merlin noticed something from the corner of his eye. A flash of intense blue pulsed from a dark corner, and he knelt to the ground, picking up the source of the light. It was a stone; not much larger than an egg, in the shape of a hexagon. It was a bright blue colour; strange swirls of gradient moved constantly inside it. The stone was encrusted in a silver case, with a chain, and Merlin instinctively put it around his neck.

A searing pain travelled from his eyes all the way to his head, then heart, and his blood felt like it was on fire. He thought he was going to scream out, but someone would hear him, and then he'd be no use to anyone. Merlin's entire body was shaking violently, and he fell from his knees to the floor, his eyes forcibly tight shut. The pain was unbelievable; it was that excruciating he would have cried if it hadn't been for the fact he couldn't. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. The agony built up, and up, and up, until it rushed through his entire body, and it eventually sucked itself away from him.

Merlin opened his eyes, and frowned. This wasn't right; why was everything purple and blue? He looked at his own, hands, and noticed they were a bright white, but they were turning into a light orange now. It didn't make any sense! What was going on?

He looked down at the stone dangling around his neck, and realised he couldn't even tell if it was still blue or not. To him it stood out from his red chest, as a blue chain, which was turning into a dull orange around his neck. Seeing the world this way was wholly new to Merlin; he had never heard of a magic which could change your physical perception of the world. Perhaps in a dream, or vision, such as a seer's power, but nothing like this.

Merlin tried to walk through the maze of objects, and found it a lot easier than he thought. As he walked the through the gates, his mouth opened to enchant the door to lock itself, but it simply did as he commanded without the need for incantation. He stared, unsure of how he had done that. Was it something to do with this stone? It had to be. Whether it was or not, Merlin was thankful he had found such a powerful object to help him get Arthur and Gwen out of that accursed mist. The torches to his left and right burned white, the embers the same colour until they hit the ground; the purple steps were covered in red dots. His new powerful vision was going to take some getting used to. Would it even leave his eyes when he completed the task?

Merlin barged his way through the heavy, stubborn door at the top of the stairs, noticing his green finger marks all over the latch. Something clicked in his mind, and he swore he was about to figure out why everything was in different colours, when a blue wave flashed horizontally across his eyes, so quickly he barely even noticed it. What he did notice, however, was that his vision had returned to normal.

The warlock could have kicked the wall in frustration, but all that would come in his way then was a sharp pain in his foot. Something in his head struck him. Just go outside; everything would be fine. Why did he even think that?

Merlin's feet took him past panicking residents of Camelot, who filled the hallways of the sealed citadel. It had been a struggle fitting nearly twenty thousand people in the castle, but somehow, it had been pulled off. However, there wasn't enough food stored inside to last everyone three days. If this mist didn't clear anytime soon, they would all have two choices before them. One: starve in the castle, or two: brave the mists and try to escape Camelot. Rumour, however, had gripped the citizens in fear. There was talk of a creature hidden by the fog that ate human flesh. Others were speaking of a sorcerer army. Both were terribly wrong; it was much worse than either of those.

Merlin reached the antechamber to one of the side exits into the courtyard. He closed the door behind him, and faced the one ahead of him, fidgeting with the stone in his hands... wait. It was clear! The swirling blue light within the stone had all but diminished. All that remained was a clear, opaque stone; lifeless. There was only one place that light could have gone... inside Merlin. He kissed the stone, praying for that special visual magic to return. Closing his eyes, Merlin swung the door wide open and threw himself into the courtyard.


Gwen's House...

Arthur had never been in a position like this before... being trapped in a house, in fear of being swallowed up by some magical mist. He blamed the star; everything had gone from ok to terrible since that had fallen from the sky and crashed next to his city... well, his father's city. It appeared that even stars are full of magic. How could that be? Arthur had been under the impression that sorcery was an evil practice carried out by those who only wished to further themselves, at the expense of innocent lives. He had nearly been convinced that not all magic was evil, but thankfully Merlin had pulled Arthur away from Morgause's deceiving trick.

A constant 'thump' sound hit the air without fail every few seconds, as Arthur tapped the table he was sitting by with his knife. He'd forgotten his sword; perhaps if he had that he'd feel a bit more comfortable with making a run for it to the citadel. With Gwen, of course. He'd never leave her, whatever the situation.

"Excuse me, that's my table you're stabbing," Gwen's chiding tone caused Arthur to break the routine and sheath his dagger in its little leather scabbard.

"Sorry," Arthur said absent-mindedly, standing up and beginning to pace the room, his footsteps louder than they should be. He was rarely a man to be scared, but his heart nearly imploded when there was a knock on the door.

"Arthur, don't answer it." Gwen's voice was filled with fear, and her eyes showed it too. Arthur shook his head grimly and took a step closer.

"Arthur, don't!"

"We can't stay here forever, Gwen. Who knows how long it will take before this clears? We'll be safer in the citadel."

Arthur turned his attention back to the expressionless door. He drew out his knife, and it felt rather small at that point. He took a deep breath in, bracing himself for anything. He threw the door open and-

"Merlin?" Arthur's face screwed up in shock and irritation. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Coming to save your royal backside, sire," Merlin grinned, slamming the door behind him as he blinked.

Arthur's bewildered expression caused Merlin to explain "Well, I couldn't just leave you two out here could I?"

Arthur nodded curtly; his way of saying 'thank you', but he wasn't satisfied yet.

"Is it safe out there?"

"Well I got here in one piece."

"Merlin, I won't go out there with Guinevere until I know its safe enough!" Arthur gave Merlin a harsh glare; he was doing this for Gwen's safety, not his own.

"Arthur, you can't let Merlin risk his life-"

"No, Gwen, it's alright." Merlin nodded understandingly to Arthur, and went to leave, but the Prince grabbed him by the arm.

"I should go with you-"

"Sire... Arthur, its fine. Someone needs to look after Gwen. I'll be fine anyway. I won't be too long."

Arthur nodded grimly, knowing he would take a long time, because making a mistake out there could be his last.

"Merlin," his friend turned to face him "look after yourself."

Merlin gave Arthur one of those strangely reassuring smiles, before opening the door and being swallowed up by the terrible mist. He clicked the door shut, leaning against it, and sincerely praying that Merlin would come back alive and well.


Back in the Palace...

Morgana, despite Morgause's insistence on the contrary, had followed Alvarr out of her bedchamber. She had seen the pain on his face, and after how he had comforted her all that time ago; she wanted to return the favour. He was the only man she'd ever found comfort in, and it his arrival had been a blessing, sweetened even more by Mordred's surprise visit. She felt a strange connection to the boy, and it was beyond explanation, but Morgana knew it was there for a reason. The two should have met each other long before they did. Their futures were entwined. Something in the bottom of her heart hoped the same was for Alvarr as well, but she did not sense such a connection. Sometimes, there was something stirring, but Morgana admitted to herself she was probably just looking for it. She just hoped Alvarr and Mordred could stay. All four of them stood a better chance against Uther than they did divided. Why did Morgause harbour such dislike for Alvarr? Why did she look so uncomfortable around Mordred? Morgana could only presume she did not warm to visitors, whoever they were or whatever their intentions may be.

"Alvarr?" She knocked on the nearest door. No reply. Nonetheless, she checked inside, but there was no sign of him. Her head spun sharply when she heard a door further down slam shut, the noise reverberating loudly. Morgause came into view from the other end, a questioning look on her face. Mordred was right behind her, almost looking to the sorceress for an answer.

"Alvarr, you should treat my palace with some more respect; it's more valuable than your greasy-"

"Sshhh!" Alvarr appeared behind them, giving Morgana a shock.

Another door opened further down the corridor, and they all sunk into the shadows of a wide, arched alcove. All four of them looked at one another for an answer. There was no way anyone would have been able to break through Morgause's protective bubble. It was actually impossible! Morgana fully believed in her sister's talents and would never doubt them. Even now... perhaps it was just a strong wind.

"There's someone else here," Alvarr whispered at a barely discernable level.

"You never fail to state the incredibly obvious!" Morgause hissed nastily, her hand outstretched as she attempted to frighten off the intruder.

"Ad 'm barth ai balfalu 'm bariaeth!"

A flame in the shape of an eagle emerged from her hand and flew at a ferocious speed towards the source of the noise. Another door opened, and the fiery bird went to attack... but it simply diminished after attempting to enter the doorway. Morgana frowned... Morgause would never cast a weak spell in front of someone she cared for, such as her sister. The door closed again, this time a little more quietly.

For a moment they all stood there, not sure what to do, but it wasn't long before Alvarr broke the silence.

"Amlyga , ai ddioddef 'r bwysau!"

A wall of orange light burst down the corridor, leaving no space behind. Yet there was no change.

"Okay, that shouldn't happen." Alvarr did not look fearful; more curious than anything else. Morgana, however, was getting a little uncomfortable. None of their magic was making any difference; who was capable of fending off Morgause's and Alvarr's magic without even having to reveal themselves? Even Mordred looked a little frightened, and Morgana was well aware that the young boy was no pushover.

Through the eerie atmosphere, a toneless voice hit them, and a white flash hit Morgana's eyes, blinding her.

"Chyfnewidaist choelbren er Barha lifia 'ch."


In the lower market...

Merlin was scared. He would not deny it to anyone, even Arthur. He was absolutely terrified. Even through the new vision he had acquired, the mists still seemed impenetrable to his gaze. All was a dark blue, with no sign of any colour. What worried his even more was that his hands had changed. Just minutes ago, they had been a dull orange. Now they resembled the surrounding environment perfectly. As he rubbed his hands together, they felt freezing cold.

The sound of his footsteps seemed to be far louder than they should be, yet his step felt lighter. Merlin felt livelier and more aware of his surroundings. A sound hit his ears; it was a pigeon taking flight further down the round. There was no way he would have heard that before. Gaius had claimed that the stone would change his visual perception, but Merlin had the strange feeling it had done much more than that.

The street was completely lacking life. His eyes could just about take note of the outlines of buildings, carts, and stalls. Everything was all the same colour through his new eyes, but something made him turn sharply and focus further down the road... a speck of orange near a street corner.

Merlin made a run for it, jumping over upturned carts and scattered debris, most of which he could barely even see. The dot of colour was growing in size as he neared closer, and it took shape and became an outline of an unpleasant sight, something which filled Merlin with dread and panic... a body.

He couldn't tell who it was; only that the long hair increased the chances of them being a woman. The house where the body had been dumped outside had its door ajar, and more blots of orange and green hit him, all familiar shapes. He pried his eyes away from the terrible sight, before looking out to all of the lower market. The place was filled with bodies... there must be hundreds of people here! Terror rooted him to the spot and Merlin was terrified to make any noise at all. Who the hell was capable of this? How was even still alive? A noise further down the street nearly made Merlin faint in horror before his body physically forced him back up to the street. The fear seemed to carry him faster towards Guinevere's house and his unsteady breathing was the only noise in his burning ears. He threw the door wide open, his eyes flashing before normal vision returned to him. A bewildered Arthur and Gwen were greeting him.

"We... need to get out of here... now," Merlin said, his chest tightening painfully.

"We should stay here-"

"No, Arthur," Merlin cut out his master, because the two of them were in exceptional danger "we need to go right now! There are hundreds of bodies down there. I don't know who or what killed them, but they will get us too unless we go back to the citadel now! Come on! Hold onto Gwen!" Merlin grabbed Arthur's arm and yanked him outside, Gwen holding tightly onto the other arm. He scanned the fog as his vision changed yet again, but there were no danger signs of bright orange. He still didn't want to spend any more time here, though. The events of the past few hours had shook Merlin to the core, and he wasn't sure if this new enemy could be dealt with as easily as the other's had been. They hid themselves in magical mist which could not be cleared, and there was no sign of them whatsoever, even with his new magical gift. Merlin would take great care in the future if he ever faced them again, and he mentally vowed never to bring Arthur with him. He wasn't too sure if he could fight this enemy while protecting Arthur. He wasn't even sure if he could fight them full stop.

Merlin had been scared before, but in not in the way that gripped him now. The surrounding, seemingly closing in darkness of his eyesight was only worsened by the terrible cold air which stroked his skin softly, yet threateningly. It was like being trapped in a cave, knowing that you could not get out, while also knowing there was a beast in there which was about to eat you alive... but ten times worse. As they reached the drawbridge, Merlin looked back towards the city, and felt a wave of sheer terror strike through his very heart.

"Arthur, Gwen, you're in the courtyard. Keep going and you'll get to the main door. Go!" He watched the two leave him, and he was glad that they did not question him, because he wouldn't have seen the drawbridge close. The reassuring sound of an opening and closing door reached his ears from behind. Arthur and Gwen were safely inside... that was good.

Merlin went to turn towards the main entrance himself, but he felt his muscles go numb as he was thrown back through the air and into the foundation wall of the battlements. The cracking noise was deafening as he contacted the tough stone. He jumped back up instantly, and frowned... he should be dead! The force of the spell had sent him flying at a breakneck speed. How come he felt completely unharmed? There was no time for questions though, as Merlin felt for the door that he knew was next to him, and there was nothing more comforting to him now than the feeling of a latch.

Merlin opened it, and spun round, facing the outside. During the fleeting moment where his eyes switched perceptions, what looked like a grey, shining hand reached out from the mist towards him. He felt like his neck was going to snap in two, and he cried out in pain, only for the hand to be yanked away from him, and the door was slammed shut with convincing force. He felt his eyes bulge outwards from his head, and after that he was breathless. Merlin sighed with a mixture of fatigue and relief. A lot of questions were hitting the walls of his head and he needed answers from Gaius now. When he had touched The Stone of Inobscurity, he had received an awful lot more than he had bargained for. Then again, it may be the only reason he was still alive.

Merlin passed through a corridor filled with people; their eyes telling the story of their despair and suffering. He walked up a few steps before turning a corner and reaching Gaius' quarters. He opened without knocking and found the physician tending to an unconscious guard with a blow to his head.

"Ah, Merlin, you're back. So, did you manage to find the stone?"

"Keep up Gaius!" Merlin laughed, although he had to force it a little. "'I've already managed to get Arthur and Gwen out of the mist."

Well done, my boy, well done!" Gaius went to embrace Merlin but he stopped, and recoiled, as if he had just been hit by a bucketful of cold water.

"Merlin," Gaius asked, his voice filled with concern "are you feeling alright?"

"Why shouldn't I be?" Merlin decided to go along with Gaius' suggestion; clearly he was noticing something that he did not.

"Your eyes," Gaius peered closer, a look of worry etched in his old lines "... they've changed."

"In what way?" Merlin was getting worried now.

"They are brighter; much brighter! Yet, I see a cold remorselessness within them. I don't know what to think of it. It must be something to do with the Stone of Inobscurity."

"What can you tell me about the Stone?" Merlin sat down at the table, not too sure if he knew himself anymore. Gaius joined him at the table, a cup of hot liquid warming his hands.

"The Stone was created by the first ever High Priestess. Her name was lost in time, but it was known she was exceptionally gifted, and the stone was her very first creation, as well as being her most powerful. It was lost the day she died, until a few hundred years ago when none other than Cornelius Sigan discovered it in an ancient crypt, presumably that of the first High Priestess. It made him near invincible; no sorcerer in history could even match his power. He was only defeated when the stone was forced from him in his sleep. That was the only way the King of Camelot managed to have him executed. Of course, even to this day, he is considered the most powerful sorcerer to have ever lived, but very few know what made him the greatest was the stone. His magic was unique but eventually the stone corrupted his soul. It changed him into what everyone feared. After his apparent death, the stone was placed in the vaults; one of the very first objects to be put down there. They say it does not just change how someone sees the world, but also their magic and, ultimately, it changes them."

The last word sent a terrible chill up Merlin's spine, and his neck started tingling, like someone was watching him. "I've never heard of magic like that before."

"Neither have I," Gaius replied solemnly, eyeing Merlin worriedly "until now." He gestured to ancient book to his right.

"There is more."

Merlin didn't really want to hear more, but he might need to know how to deal with the growing enemy within himself before he could trust the new power within him.

"Go on."

"It says here that the Stone will gift the user ultimate power over any enemy. I think you'll find Merlin that your powers have completely changed. You may no longer possess the gift of the Dragonlord, but I fear you can now do things that no living being has ever been capable of before."

"When I got Arthur and Gwen into the castle, something attacked me. It magically threw me against a wall but I wasn't even hurt! How can that be possible?"

"The magic of the Stone must be protecting you; if you were to take it off then you would no longer-"

"I don't think so, Gaius," Merlin showed the physician the colourless stone. "It was blue when I picked it up, but now... nothing."

Gaius went to take the stone from Merlin's hands, but he recoiled yet again in shock.

"Merlin, you're freezing!"

"Am I?" Merlin asked, dumbfounded. He couldn't even tell any difference.

Gaius took a step back, his lazy eye working hard to uncover the enigma before him.

"I think you best speak to the Dragon about the Stone of Inobscurity. He may know more than I do."

"I can't; he'll have to come to me!"

"I beg to differ," Gaius pointed outside "it would seem whatever was trying to kill you, you have scared it off. The mist is finally clearing."

Merlin sighed, giving in. Yet there was still one more thing.

"You said that the mist claimed the lives of only those who had no magical gift."

"Yes, that is correct," Gaius replied simply.

"Then why did it try to kill me?"


Back in Morgause's Palace...

Morgause bruised her banging head, as she found the strength to lift herself from the floor. Her vision was blurry and bright at the edges, like she had been physically stunned by something. Alvarr, Morgana and Mordred were all awake, but still nursing sore heads. She stood over them all, glaring brightly.

"Clearly whatever attacked us was very powerful, but it meant no harm to us. I will not wait any longer; we must strike Camelot now while it is weak with fear. We will infiltrate the court itself and live among our enemies. We will gain their trust in disguise until we are close enough to bring down Uther and Arthur, so Morgana can take her rightful place on the throne." She threw a swift smile in the direction of her sister.

"So, Alvarr, Mordred, are you willing to help, or do you wish to leave now, because I will not waste any more time here when our enemies have been weakened by a stroke of good fortune!"

"My friend was killed," Alvarr said slowly "so I don't see how Camelot is weak in any way! Think of me however you want, Morgause, but Korren was a skilled magician and he would have easily defeated Knights of Camelot!"

"I do not think you understand, Alvarr, although I wouldn't ask your small mind to stretch so far," Morgause smirked, pacing the room they were now in, which was the one the intruder had been in when they were attempting to force them out.

"Morgana and I will assume the role of two noble women seeking refuge after an attack on bandits. A nearby village has been raided by bandits and the town we live in, despite its size and stronghold, can no longer protect us to our satisfaction. We will proceed to Camelot, seeking protection and quarters in the castle, as our social status demands."

"That is a great plan, sister, but who's lives will we take over?"

"There are two women, cousins to be exact, who are in such a predicament right now. If we can kill them and soak their blood in these necklaces-"Morgause produced two gold chains, from each of which hung a small green emerald "-then we can adapt their physical features and be welcomed into Camelot."

"What can we do?" Alvarr asked dully, as if he was bored.

"You can continue your pointless guerrilla warfare against Uther if you wish, or you could be of some actual use and have some of your less noticeable men enlist on the guard of Camelot. It will be much easier contacting you that way in case we need your help. Mordred can go with you."

Alvarr nodded, but Morgana was having none of it.

"Sister, please, let Mordred come with us. He could disguise himself as a boy and travel with us. Surely you have another necklace?"

"Yes," Morgause said, irritated by her sister's intervention "but I do not see how this boy will help us."

"He has powerful gifts, sister. Please, for me."

Morgause sighed; the boy made her feel uncomfortable. She had seen his eyes somewhere before...

"Fine," she replied coolly, and Morgana's face brightened "but I will not save his skin if he threatens our plan." Her added whisper was cold and unforgiving. She knew she was capable of zero emotion, and during times like this, when action needed to be taken; Morgause thanked herself for her cold, sharp edge. It could win her the war against Uther.


So, hope you enjoyed that. Ask me for translations of the spells if you want to know them. Except the last one. You're not allowed to know yet :P, and don't try translating it, because it doesn't work haha.

The mist has finally cleared so Merlin and Arthur will finally see what the stat actually looks like. Morgana and Morgause will put their plans into motion and enter Camelot. The pieces are beginning to move; little do they realise they are all pawns, just part of a much bigger game. I hope you're enjoying reading, because I'm definitely enjoying writing it! Thanks for reading!