Magical

Morgause and Cenred looked up at the same time as the guard entered the study.

"I trust you have good news." Cenred said.

"Milord, Milady." He said, bowing to them. "We caught up with the serving boy not too far from the castle you sent us to. We followed him for a few days. We believed that he didn't know where he was going …"

"Get to the point." Morgause snapped.

"Milady, he is on the Isle of the Blessed. The other guard is still there waiting for him to come off it."

Morgause looked at the man.

"Are you sure it is the Isle of the Blessed?"

"Of course Milady. It couldn't have been anything but it."

Cenred watched her.

"Now why would he be on there?"

"Magic Milady."

Morgause stood and walked up to the guard.

"Sorry?"

"We believe we saw him use magic." The guard stumbled out.

Morgause looked the guard up and down.

"Are you some idiot? He is loyal to Camelot. He wouldn't have magic. And if he did, then why did he poison my sister?"

"I don't know milady." He whimpered out.

Cenred dismissed him before Morgause could grill him further.

"He can't have magic." Morgause said, moving towards the fire. "He obviously feels close to my sister. He would have told her and in turn she would have told me. It makes no sense for him to have magic. He has meddled in my plans. He can't have magic."

Cenred watched her watch the fire for a while before answering.

"He is traitor to his kind if he does have magic. To serve and protect the Pendragons."

Morgause continued to watch the flames.

"It doesn't make sense." She paused for a second. "But then again, it makes total sense."

Cenred sat down in his chair.

"How?"

Morgause turned to Cenred for the first time since the guard entered the room.

"Think about it. We knew that there must be a dragonlord either in Camelot or they went to find the last. What if the dragonlord is this serving boy?"

Cenred looked at her before starting to chuckle.

"A servant be an all-powerful dragonlord. Morgause, I think you need to go to bed and sleep. You have been worrying to much about your sister. Lack of sleep has made you go mad."

Morgause stared at Cenred.

"It would make total sense. That dragon wanted revenge and tried to burn down Camelot. If there was a dragonlord out there, do you think that he would come to Camelot willingly? After everything that Uther did to him, his kind and kin?" Morgause said.

Cenred thought about it before shaking his head.

"I suppose he wouldn't."

Morgause took the seat next to him.

"But for someone who is already very loyal, it wouldn't be hard. The serving boy wouldn't want anything to happen to his little prince now, would he?"

"Would a dragonlord have magic though?"

Morgause turned her head back to the fire.

"Not necessarily." She said, thoughtfully. "However in saying that, it could. I never had the honour of meeting one before they were all slaughtered."

"So what's the plan?"

"Morgana isn't to know. I need her against him. I want her to think that he poisoned her because of her magic. She put too much trust in him. I hope it will help turn her more against Camelot."

"And the serving boy?"

"I will be keeping a very close eye on him."

Morgause looked into the flames one more time before getting up.

"I should check on my sister."

Cenred nodded before looking into the flames, trying to see what she could.


Morgause watched over Morgana as she slept.

It was the most peaceful she had been in days and Morgause was thankful for it.

She didn't want Morgana to know that she was the reason she was poisoned.

It puzzled her to how the serving boy knew that was the way to break the spell.

He must have been having help.

Morgause thoughts when to the dragon.

Maybe the dragon told him what to do.

Her lips formed a smirk.

Maybe he was the one to release it.

Morgause hoped that it was true.

She could just imagine his little face drop as the dragon went about his revenge.

Morgause slipped out of the chamber and walked towards her own.

She could easily think of a hundred things she would love to do to Uther. A hundred different ways she could kill him.

Morgana was the most precious thing to her now.

She could remember the day that she was told that she had a sister.

It was about the same time she wished to find her roots.

When the Isle had been attacked, a few of the high priestess managed to get all the children off and took them as far north as they could, to safety.

Morgause could never imagine what Morgana must have felt when she found out about her magic.

She had always been told to embrace her gift.

She could see why Morgana wanted Uther dead.

She could never have the freedom that Morgause has felt when he was alive.

Morgause entered her chambers and quickly changed before retreating to her bed.

It had been a long couple of weeks.

Morgana was out of the woods now.

Morgause found herself drifting off to sleep very quickly.


Hunith watched the man go before she closed the door.

She looked at the paper in her hands.

She would always be able to tell her son's sloppy writing.

What worried her was the contents.

He had written in so long that Hunith had been worried that he had forgotten about her.

But then again, she needed to learn to let him go properly.

It had also been a while since she had last seen him.

And she could see how much he had grown.

Hunith turned it over and broke the wax.

Her eyes scanned through the content.

She put it down and felt the tears.

She was relieved that Merlin knew and had met his father but it did hurt any less for her to know that he was now dead.

Hunith would be lying to herself if she didn't wonder if her love was still alive.

It had been so many years since she last saw him.

Hunith folded the letter back up and placed it with the others.

She sat back at the table and let the tears fall.