Worry and guilt were the prevalent emotions flickering through Arthur's mind as he stared intently at Morgana's emerald eyes. His hands were clenched tightly, frustration clear in his body language. His once sister was grinning, her eyes hauntingly smiling at him. She was taunting him, and it was working.
Leon struggled beside the king, the phantom warrior holding him down with a vice grip. Arthur was in trouble, he could sense the trap. They were all cornered, and Morgana was dangerous, magic was dangerous. His king was visibly shaken; his usually calm demeanor crumbling quickly. There was almost a defeated look in his friend's eyes that Leon had scarce seen before.
"Look how the mighty have fallen!" Morgana said playfully glancing about the campground. It was a scene of pure victory for the witch. She laughed again stepping closer to Arthur, her hands mussing through her brother's hair. Arthur was immobile, some spell keeping him firmly in place.
"The great King Arthur brought to his knees by a witch, how…ironic." The witch patted Arthur's cheek, "This is only a fraction of my powers sweet brother; would you like to see more?" She confidently flicked her fingers, and one of the magical warriors holding Gwaine left arm moved into action. There was a grinding pop noise followed by a surprised yelp from Arthur's knight. Gwaine's face contorted in pain, his left shoulder was dislocated. The knight made more gasping breaths, trying to overcome the sudden pain.
"Enough Morgana! What do you want from me? Don't hurt them!" Arthur cried, watching Gwaine's pain ridden face. "You don't like my power Arthur?" Morgana pouted, but her eyes were smiling. "Please Morgana." Arthur said a little more urgently. He could not bear the thought of the other knights being hurt because of him. Morgana drew him away from his thoughts, "there is one thing you can do Arthur. Tomorrow, you will meet me at the river banks. Alone. You will meet me alone just north of the Great Waterfall, on the east bank. Do you agree?"
A thousand thoughts flew through Arthur's mind. Morgana was most definitely was setting him up, but could he risk it? He looked at Gwaine's pain filled face, at Leon pushed to the floor, the defeat in everyone's eyes. They would all die if he didn't agree. King Arthur nodded, "Tomorrow Morgana." The sly witch smirked, "How noble. Just remember to come alone Arthur; you don't want to see what I can do when I'm angry." The blonde shivered, magic was far too powerful.
All at once the warriors and Morgana disappeared into a cloud of smoke. For a while the knights remained still, stunned with the events that had occurred. Elyan went to Gwaine's side and helped him stand, trying to see how bad the damage to his arm was. Leon turned his intense gaze upon his king, "It is a trap, I cannot allow you to go tomorrow!" Gwaine's exasperated voice rose over Leon's, "Same here Princess! Morgana will kill you…you're self-sacrificing nature will not help anyone when you're dead."
"I will honor my word to the witch." Arthur said wearily, "you two stay here, Leon help me look for Merlin."
