I stared up at Morgouas as she held her long sword to my throat. "You're so cute when you're scared. Don't worry, I can't kill you. You're the reason I'm here." She said calmly as she drew the blade back slowly. I shifted onto my hand and pun around, getting up as I swung my feet around, knocking Morgouas to her back on the floor. Kicking up my blade, I caught it in my hand again. Holding out my blade to the extent where if I pressed any more, blood would drip from her neck. "Now, now, Lilliah… that wasn't very nice…" she muttered.

"Yeah well breaking into Camelot isn't exactly nice either now is it?" I snapped. She growled in anger and launched herself towards me, arms outstretched for my stomach. I side stepped and whipped my sword around just barely missing her arm. She cried out in pain and held her arm where blood now poured out. "Stand down Morgouas!"

"Now that's no fun!" she said as she began to mutter a spell. Mist engulfed the hallway, making it practically impossible to see. I sealed my eyes shut, letting my ears guide me. Her feet shuffled across the floor to my left. I slashed my sword down to where her feet should've been, but immediately after, I pulled my left elbow up and jammed it towards the sound. I felt the impact before hearing a soft thud onto the ground in front of me. When I opened my eyes, the mist had cleared and Morgouas was on the ground again. Pulling my sword to her cheek, I stared her down once more. "Now get up!"

"Or maybe you should get down." She said with a grin. A sharp pain echoed through my spine and I fell limp to the ground, my sword clattering across the smooth stone. "Pick her up and let's get moving!" she snapped as she got up, pulling my sword up with her. I tried to squirm free, but my body wasn't moving. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything.

Damnit! How was I so stupid! "Lilliah!" Lancelot?! No! Get out of here! I pleaded for the words to come out of my mouth, but my body wasn't responding. Nothing was responding. I saw his solid figure stand in the doorway in front of the mob of people that held me captive. "Let her go!"

"Or what?!" Morgouas teased.

"Or I'll cut you down where you stand!" he declared.

A heavy clang erupted behind me and I fell to the ground as the guards' hands fell from under me. Once my head made contact with the solid floor, I felt my strength regain. I slowly stood up and felt a hand on my back, trying to lead me away from the horrid scene. But that bitch still had my sword, and I was going to get it back, with or without my life. I shrugged the shoulder off of me and stumbled towards Morgouas and Lancelot as they clashed.

Lancelot drew a second sword and whirled around in a tight circle, blade drawn out as far as they could be. Morgouas pulled up my sword to guard her face, but one of the blades gave her left arm a wide, long gash that instantly stained her clothes red. She cried out in pain and glared at Lancelot. Under her breath, she started muttering spells.

I leaned down and grabbed a long wooden blank and raised it slightly. Lancelot saw me behind Morgouas and saw the plank. I mouthed the words 'get down' and he quickly did. I raised the plank and swung with all of the strength I had left. She turned just as the plank hit her. I heard a loud crunch before she feel to the floor with blood pouring from her nose and various cuts on her face.

I tossed the plank aside and grabbed my sword. "That's mine you bitch!" I muttered as she groaned on the floor. She muttered a charm before smoke engulfed the room. I started hacking up black tar nearly instantly. My knees buckled beneath me, but two hands caught me before I fell. My sword was still clutched in my right hand, but I slowly let my head fall onto Lancelot's shoulder.

Once the smoke cleared, Morgouas was gone, and I noticed how much of the black tar I had truly coughed up. Lancelot looked at me in pure fear and sorrow. I looked over at him and tried to smile so that he wouldn't worry too much, but I started coughing again. "Brilliant! Just Brilliant!" Arthur yelled as he threw his sword at the ground so that it fell across the ground. "She got away, and now she's somewhere in Camelot!" he griped on and on while Lancelot just checked me over making sure that I wasn't too hurt.

I looked up at him and noticed his sweet brown eyes, his soft, dark brown curls that went in every possible direction, and the fact that he was supporting me with only one arm while he checked for bruising or bleeding with the other. He stopped when he noticed me staring at him and I started to blush. I could see my snow-white hair drop in front of my face. He used the hand he was using to check that I was okay to move my hair back behind my ears. "Let me see those beautiful, blue eyes on you milady." He said as he kept pushing my hair from my face.

I smiled and couldn't hold back a giggle. The laugh sent a sharp pain through my ribs. I flinched and grabbed the area of the pain. Lancelot held me up and looked at me worried. "I'm fine." I groaned as I got up. "Come on, she can't be far off." I said as I sheathed my sword. Lancelot got up and started following me while I followed the path Arthur had stormed down. I muttered charms under my breath in order to ease the jarring pain in my side.

I could feel Lancelot following behind me with his sword drawn and clutched in his left hand. I blushed slightly as I thought about how strong his arms were. His ability to catch me, twice for that matter, was incredible. I shook my head and focused on the task at hand. As long as I was going to be in Camelot, I would do anything that would help the kingdom.

Loud clangs of metal against metal erupted for the hallway that opened towards my left. Turning back to look at Lancelot, he nodded telling me that he'd heard it too, I drew my sword into my right hand before walking down the hallway with caution. The clangs grew louder the further I walked. We turned a corner and I saw Arthur, holding his sword over his head, defending himself against an unknown person.

Arthur was on his back across the floor as the attacker held him down with the brute force behind their sword. The attacker began applying more pressure against Arthur when Lancelot lunged past me, knocking down the attacker, allowing Arthur to gather his composure. I moved forward and put my hand on Arthur's shoulder before he could move forward and endanger Lancelot. Arthur shot me a glare and I shook my head to him. "Wait patiently Prince Arthur, Lancelot can handle himself."

"I will not listen to a servant about my knights' abilities!" he snapped under his breath before shaking my hand away and approaching Lancelot, who was now pinning the attacker to the ground, two swords across the floor from their positions.

"You should…" I said softly. "Servants are much smarter than their masters most of the time." I continued before following Arthur's lead and approaching the two as they wrestled violently on the hallway floor.

Lancelot was able to pin the attacker, once again, to the ground. Both of the attacker's hands were held down, by each of Lancelot's hands, over his/her head. They struggled a little with each other before Arthur ripped the hood down away from, now obviously, her face. I gasped in horror when I saw Hailey's eldest sister, Glenwood. "You," she gasped out in shock and anger. "Get them off of me servant!" I shook my head quickly as tears welled in my eyes. "I order you!" she demanded, spitting out each word as if it were acid.

"I serve Lady Hailey, and that is all." I said in a soft defiance. It was true, the rest of the Tamerton family had practically outcast Hailey and I. If it weren't for her mother's love, and last wish, neither of us would be here at all. I could care less if the Tamerton family died, after all, Hailey wasn't a true Tamerton, but only I knew that now.

And I would be the last one to know since her mother died 13 years ago.

Arthur turned and looked at me. "Who is this woman?" he demanded.

I snapped out of my daze and looked up at him. "This is Princess Glenwood, Prince Arthur. Eldest daughter of King Tamerton and-"

"And heir to his throne!" she snapped, cutting me off. She started struggling on the ground in a much more violent manner. "Release me, or I'll have the kingdom go to war with Camelot!" Arthur glared at her before turning back to me.

He whipped his hand down his face and groaned irritably. "Put her in the dungeons for now, I'll speak with my father about this." He said before walking away, leaving her in Lancelot's care, as well as my own.

"Arthur Pendragon!" she shouted after him. When he turned, she said nothing, only began laughing as if she'd lost her mind. Foam built around her mouth and her eyes became red as they grew wider. She was trying to say something, but no words came from her mouth, only foam and mad laughter.

"Lancelot, get away from her! NOW!" I cried out. He jumped back, away from her as she writhed in agony and madness on the hard stone flooring. Tears began dripping from my eyes in fear.

She calmed for only a moment, once sentence escaping her lips, "Camelot, will fall today."

We all stood in horror and shock as she lay there motionless. The halls didn't echo with her laughter anymore, and the silence was worse than her painful, death cackle. Arthur moved towards her, but I reached out and grabbed his arm, holding him back. "Don't touch her…"

"Why not? We need to move the body." He said as his gaze switched between me and her lifeless body.

"This is the disease that King Tamerton has… the one that spreads through touch. If you touch her, then Camelot truly will fall…" I said before turning away from her body, tears now streaming down my face. Princess Glenwood gained the illness after Lady Hailey, what if Hailey's already fallen to her fate? Or King Tamerton? Were we too late? Please hurry Hailey, please stay safe! And until she gets back, I will stay here and watch over Camelot, for the sakes of not just Hailey and me, but for Merlin and Lancelot as well.