Hey guys! Surprised that I'm getting this up so early? So am I. But I just got this really cool (or what I think is cool) idea for this chapter, and I just had to write it down! Besides, who needs sleep, right?
Also, because I'm updating so early I feel the need to advertise. For you Mergana fans, you should definitely check out this one-shot I wrote called The Dance. It's pretty good, I think.
I know I mentioned this in the last chapter, but I think it would be awesome if you checked out For the Love of Glaine. I mean, these guys are just so cute together. Even cuter than Mergana. In my opinion, at least.
By the way, since this takes 5 years after the end of Season 3, Mordred has grown too (I'm disappointed by the lacking of him in Season 3, just saying), and I'm assuming that he was 12 or something when he met Merlin, so now he's in his teenage years.
Recap:
We had a Mergana kiss last chapter.
Arthur's still a prat to Merlin. But did we really think that'd ever change?
Morgana has something to tell Merlin…about Elaine.
The beginning of this chapter is very dark, therefore I'm changing the rating to T. I usually don't write something so vulgar, but I'm trying to get the nefarious theme across. Sorry guys.
Smoke billowed from the bonfire, weaving its way through the people dancing around the rising flames. They were dancing in barbarous ways, flinging their arms about, and wailing for no apparent reason. Any onlookers would think this scene crazy, but if they knew what the celebration out their view would change.
They would realize that the scene before them is the epitome of insanity.
The barbarous people were spinning, clapping, and jumping because of what they have just heard. They were celebrating because of the news their leader had just shared with them; he had a plan to overtake Camelot.
Nobody cared how much suffering that would cause, or the fact that Camelot was already under the rule of a marvelous monarck. All they wanted was revenge. In their minds ruins of a city, shouts of terror, blood smeared ground, and the horrific smell of ashes was appealing. This is what revenge can do to a person; it can turn them into somebody they don't even recognize in the mirror.
Malevolence.
The worst one of them all was the only person not celebrating. A shadowing black hood rested upon his head, allowing none to see his face. He just stood there, still as stone, watching the people he has manipulated scamper around like hooligans.
A strong man, however, noticed his master's stillness, and cautiously approached him. No one dare cross their leader, because they knew of his great powers. His great nefarious powers.
"My lord," the man muttered, "why are you not celebrating? You say you have a plan, but do not tell us it, nor do you celebrate."
"Do you doubt my words, Galreth?" The angel like voice hissed with a wicked tone. Some would think him a fallen angel. But perhaps he was never even an angel to begin with.
"N-no, of course not, my lord. P-please forgive me."
For a long moment the leader said nothing, and Galreth began to tremble with fear. Was he breathing his last breaths? Oh God, please no. Let him see Camelot fall be for that happens.
"I like you, Galreth," The angel like voice finally replied, "So I will tell you what I know. Come with me."
Galreth followed his leader out of the clearing and far away from the celebrations. Soon they were so far that they could barely make out the shouts of the celebrators.
The leader slowly lifted off his hood, revealing dark brown hair and pale skin with dark red lips. But that's not the feature that makes everyone catch their breath when they see him. It is the eyes.
The piercing, crystal blue eyes that stare into the deep depths of your soul, making you cringe. When they look at you, all you want to do is run. Run and run until you're far away. Some say that staring into the blue eyes for too long will lead to madness and suicide. That's how strongly these eyes affect people.
A few people back in Camelot, like King Arthur himself, would recognize this man to be a harmless boy that had escaped from Camelot. Heck, the King had partaken in this rescue mission.
Mordred.
The sadistic man had a wicked glare permanently set on his face. It was not a smirk that some people could be annoyed by, but an actual stare that could cause nightmares and even strike fear into the heart of the Great Dragon.
Mordred was completely and fully evil now. His chance of salvation had faded away a long time ago.
"You want to know why I think Camelot's demise will be easy? No matter what the cost?"
Gulping, Garleth nodded. Gods, those eyes scared him.
"You have recently heard of the Lady Morgana's return to Camelot, have you not?"
"Yes, and I know that she once thought as we did when Uther," that name tasted like salt and vinegar on his tongue, "was king, but she has now changed her ways. With Arthur as King she is completely loyal to Camelot once more. I don't think you'll be able to return her back to our side."
"That is where you are wrong, Garleth. The Lady Morgana and I go way back-"
"-Farther back than she and the King go?"
Garleth was silenced by a piercing glare, and it took all of his will power not to run now.
"Perhaps not," Mordred mused, "But she has always been more faithful to her sister."
"I thought…Morgause is dead, is she not?"
"Oh yes, she is. But what nobody else knows, Garleth, is that Morgana has another sister."
"Who?" The curious man gasped, brows knit.
"The Queen's serving girl, Elaine."
Before Garleth could register what Mordred had informed him, he felt a sharp pain in his head. Crying out, the sick man stumbled backwards.
"You said no matter what the cost. The cost, Garleth, is your life."
By now the pain was spreading down towards his neck, like a thousand needles were poking him. The feeling of intense hurt began to make its way downwards. Before his vision disappeared, Garleth saw that Mordred's blue eyes had changed into a shade of bright gold.
"No!"
"Goodbye, Galreth. It's a shame, really, because you were one of my strongest men. They do say curiosity killed the cat."
Now the pain everywhere in Galreth's body, in his pores, veins, and muscles. Arching his back, the dying man took one last sharp intake of breath. As his spinal cord began to fall back towards the muddy ground, Garleth could only feel one thing.
Relief in his death.
The moment the body, no, corpse, hit the ground Mordred's eyes returned to their deathly pale blue. He stared at the body for a moment and didn't even smirk. The man never felt anything anymore other than a sick want for revenge. And revenge he will get.
Turning away, Mordred's black cape flashed in the moonlight as he headed back to watch the celebrations.
Merlin gaped at Morgana for a long moment as he tried to decipher what she had just told him. Elaine? Her sister? It couldn't be. Could it?
But as Merlin pictured the young servant girl in his mind and stared at the woman in front of him, he could not help but see the resemblance. Their eyes, hair color, skin tone, and even the shape of their faces were exactly the same. The resemblance between the two was undeniable; how could he have not noticed it before?
"How?" The confused warlock mustered.
"Morgause," Morgana's voice cracked at her deceased sister's name, "said that our mother had another daughter as well. She had…loved…a peasant about nine months before she died. Apparently she died in childbirth. And though the child was proclaimed stillborn, Morgause said that she sensed our sister, and she was still alive. We were going to look for her after things had settled in Camelot with me as queen…." Morgana broke off, looking guilty.
"The past is the past. Please, continue."
"But as you know, I did not get the chance. After Morgause died I searched for our missing sister desperately, but my powers are not as strong as Morgause's, and I never had the proper training. I had given up on the idea of finding my other sister until…."
"Until a few minutes ago." Merlin finished for her.
Morgana nodded, "I don't know what to do. I know how awful it is to find out you've been lied to your whole life about who your parents are, and I don't even know Elaine that well! What if she goes home to a loving mother every night, and has cherished memories of reading bedtime stories with her? I do not want to taint their relationship! Merlin, I don't know what to do."
Looking completely helpless, Morgana sat on her bed, her eyes sparkling with fear. Sitting down next to her, Merlin wrapped an arm around her.
"Has she shown any signs of having magic?" Morgana croaked out.
"Not that I've noticed, but I haven't exactly been looking for it."
They sat in silence for several minutes, as each of them pondered what to do. Abruptly, Morgana stood up, and made her way towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To speak to Gwen. She knows Elaine, and she'll know what to do."
You know what would be really cool? If you reviewed. Please? Pretty, pretty please? –makes the most adorable face ever-
And if that doesn't work, then I'll sick Mordred on you. That's right, I went there.