A/N Heres chapter 8 and it's the fight scene :3 Not good with fight scenes but i think it's the best fight scene I've wrote which is a total of 3 in my life! :P I seriously don't know why i wrote a fight scene when i can't write thembut it did fit in the story. If the reviews are good (clue!) then I might include fight scenes in future stories. :P This chapter is dedicated to Vampire Princess 900 and Hagu who are usual reviewers and they are great reviews especially the last 1 I've had off them so thank you :D
Disclaimer: Don't own :/ if i did this would've happened!

There were a few of Camelot's citizens up at dawn to start the new day when all of a sudden the distinctive sound of horses hooves travelled through the lower town. People scrambled out of the way just as five horses came galloping through, each one rode by a Knight of Camelot. They rode straight to the castle's courtyard where they dismounted. The group was last nights patrol. "We need to see the King. Now!" the one at the front said to the guards.

Knock, knock. The sound of knocking brought the Prince out of his slumber. The warlock stirred next to him. "Door." he mumbled.

"Who is it?" Arthur shouted.

"Jeff Sire. The King has asked me to get you and Merlin. He's waiting for you in the Great Hall. He says it is of great urgency Sire." Jeff, a servant, announced through the oak door. Arthur let out a sigh. "Okay. Thank you." Arthur told him. Merlin and Arthur heard footsteps become more distant that indicated Jeff had left. Merlin looked at Arthur. "What do you think he wants?"

"Something to do with the battle is my guess. Come on. Get dressed, now." With that, they climbed out of bed and got ready. Once they were done, they headed to the Great Hall.

Everyone looked round when Arthur came striding in with Merlin stumbling after him. They bowed their heads to Uther who bowed his to Arthur. They stood to the side and looked at the group of Knights. "What is it?" Uther asked them.

"Sire. We were on patrol last night and early this morning near the border of Cenred's kingdom. Sire, there is an army on their way. They will be here within a few hours!" the leader of the patrol informed the court. Whispers rippled throughout those gathered. "Silence!" Uther demanded. Everyone fell quiet at once. "You're sure about this?" he asked the night, Sir Owain, Arthur registered in his head.

"Unfortunately, I am Sire." Owain's voice was grave as he spoke. The King and Prince looked at each other.

"Arthur, we thought up some good battle strategies yesterday. They will have to do. Merlin, Morgana you learnt some useful spells?" Uther asked the two raven-haired people. They both nodded in confirmation. "Good. Go get ready. Arthur, prepare the Knights and inform the guards to get as many people to safety as possible. I will join you. I will not stay behind. Go, now!" Uther stood when he finished. Everyone bowed and went to prepare for battle.

A few, slow hours later, the Knights of Camelot were putting on the last of their armour in the armoury. It was quiet and the atmosphere was tense. Prince Arthur walked in, ready for battle. He was followed by Lady Morgana and Merlin. The Knights looked up and bowed their heads in respect. The two siblings and warlock nodded back at them. "Today is going to be a hard day. I understand if you're scared; we all are. It is, after all a battle. A battle that will take plenty of lives, there is no doubt about that. It is a fact we all have to accept. Another fact I don't doubt is that you, Knights of Camelot, are the best Knights in all of Albion. That is why you wear the red cape. You proved your courage and skill to earn it. Cenred's army might be large in numbers but that means nothing. I promise you two things today. The first is that we will get through this day. We will not lose many men. Secondly, for the unfortunate men who won't have the privilege to see another sunrise, we will remember them for what they are. Honourable, brave and loyal. That is what you all are! If you die, die fighting for what you believe in. that is what all of us must do out there! Die fighting for your families, die fighting for your lives and die fighting for Camelot! Now, who's with me?" Arthur gave a very inspirational and moving speech that lifted the hopes and spirits of everyone in the room. One by one, the Knights stood before their Prince. Arthur smiled at each and every one of them, acknowledging them. When every Knight was standing, Arthur raised his sword so that it was pointing to the heavens and yelled "For the love of Camelot!" There was an echo of shouts as the Knights did the same. Hidden right at the back was the King, joining in with the cheers. Arthur spotted him. They made eye contact and Uther nodded at him with a smile gracing his face. Arthur returned it before turning his attention back to his men. "You all know what to do. Now, let's go show Cenred he's picked the wrong kingdom to mess with!" With that, the Knights filed out of the armoury to take their battle positions until there was only the three royals and servant left.

Uther approached them. He smiled at his children and also Merlin, who was quite shocked at the gesture. "If I don't make it - no Arthur, listen - if I don't make it, I'd like you to know I am very proud at the man you have become. Your mother would also be proud of you. You will make a great King. Morgana, I don't care what you have done, I love you dearly, both of you. Merlin, I thank you for everything you have done for Camelot but mostly for what you've done for my son. Please, keep helping him and Morgana." He hugged his children then gave Merlin a pat on the back before leaving. The three people who have yet to leave looked at each other with raised eyebrows. They said nothing and just let the memory sink in. after a couple of minutes, they followed the others and left the armoury to take up their positions in the battle.

It was another half an hour before they caught the first sight of Cenred's army. Arthur shouted a few words of encouragement to his men and then…the fighting commenced. Each side mixed with each other. The red capes of Camelot were the only way to determine which side is the enemy and which one is your peers. The sound of swords hitting swords rang through the air. Shouts of "Watch out!" and "Behind you!" were made out. Screams as people on each side were struck down. An hour in and already there were hundreds of people scattered across the ground. Some were from Camelot but the majority from Cenred's army. Some were injured and taking their last breaths but the majority were already dead. Arthur was shouting orders at his men while fighting three enemies himself. Out of the corner of one of his eyes, he could see his father fighting side by side with Morgana. Out of the other, he could see Merlin using magic to fight as many as their enemies at once. It was like a whirlwind of shrieks and metal glinting in the afternoon sun with splatters of crimson covering the blade.

It was another half hour of fighting that they were spotted. Arthur saw them first. "Merlin!" he shouted. The raven-haired male looked over at him. He pointed to Cenred and Morgause. Merlin looked over. With one more look at each other, Arthur made his way to Cenred and Merlin to Morgause.

Morgana looked up after killing someone else who attempted to kill her, she spotted Arthur and Merlin heading somewhere. She used her eyes to follow the general direction they were heading. Her eyes landed on Morgause. She immediately headed off to face her. Using her magic, she blasted away any enemies that were in her way. Morgana managed to reach Morgause first. Morgause turned round to face Morgana. Suddenly, it didn't feel like they were in a battlefield with hundreds of people but that it was just the two of them. The sounds of battle just distant sounds. "Well, well, well. They actually accepted you! Well, if they won't kill you, I will!" she sneered. Before Morgana could react, Morgause had already shouted "Swilte, Morgana!" Morgana looked up just in time to duck out of the way of a dagger that was hurtling towards her. Morgana raised her hand in the direction of Morgause and shouted "Na þing biþ!" Morgause went flying backwards. It was a couple of tense minutes when Morgana wondered whether it had killed her. No, it didn't. Morgause stood up and raised her hand. She used the very same spell so it was Morgana now flying through the sky backwards. She fell with her head twenty cm's away from the dagger that had meant to strike her in the head. Morgause walked over and her face hovered above Morgana's, a smirk pulling at her lips. "Goodbye sister." she leered. "Astrice!" Morgana felt as though she's been stabbed. Morgause looked pleased with herself as she saw pain etched on Morgana's face. A night wearing red came up behind Morgause ready to strike her. Morgause turned to take care of him. It was then Morgana took her chance. "Swilte, Morgause!" she croaked out. The dagger next to her hurtled towards Morgause. The blonde sorceress turned around just before the blade embedded itself in her head. Morgause fell to the ground, shock the last emotion her face will ever wear. The last thing Morgana saw was Merlin and Arthur bending down looking her over concerned. Blackness eventually consumed her.

A/N dun dun duuuun :P Will Morgana survive? Actual spells there and i know what they mean. :D seriously I can pronounce most of them ;) I don't have anything better to do really.
One more chapter left :O It's a short one so if I get a lot of reviews *wink* then I might post it tonight. I've had 3 votes for a sequel. Two more chances to get votes in and I'm edging towards it as no-one's said no. Review and let me know. No, i do not like reviews, what gave you that idea? :O