Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. It belongs to BBC.

This chapter is a shorter one, because it was supposedly part of the previous one – but I hadn't finished writing it and had a considerable amount of words, so I just posted yesterday. Anyway, here it is! Trollgana and Trollgause, just the perfect siblings!

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To larasmith: ha ha, that's a mystery, who knows? Of course she is better than Arthur, she can dress herself without help! That already tells us a lot about her. The more this fanfiction progresses, the more we'll know how she is awesome. She'll see Alvaar again, but she'll have in mind that he manipulated her.

To ladygoddess8: she'll deal with the nobles in a smart way. She freed Leon because an enchanted Leon is a silly faced ghoul one. She knows that he would only openly oppose her if a wild Arthur showed up. Yep, the external problems might take a while to be solved.

Chapter 11

At Camelot's Dungeons

Two days after Morgana's coronation

Morgause was shackled to the prison's walls, while seated on top of the makeshift bed inside her cell. She was facing her sister, the queen, that had her guards bring a seat for her royal backside. The High Priestess faced her younger sister directing her a death glare, whereas the young queen looked at her with a wicked grin on her face. Morgana was the first to break the silence:

"Hello, dear sister" She said the last word hissing. "How did you like your new accommodation? Does it suit you?" Morgana asked in a mocking tone.

"Do not think that whatever you have planned will work! I'm a High Priestess! My faith is unshakeable! You're only wasting your time! I won't bend nor will tell you a word of my purposes!" Morgause answered defiantly.

"Oh, but that's not what is going to happen, Morgause. You'll sing like a bird, you shall answer every single one of my questions." The young queen smiled wickedly, because a smirk wasn't enough to fully express her excitement.

"As I told you, I won't bend, I won't broke and I'll never accept whatever belief that you exchanged our Goddesss for. You can kill me if you want, but now this: that isn't any different from that scoundrel of a father that you had." The blond-haired woman replied, with gritted teeth.

"And now you show your true colors! Where is all the love that you once said you felt towards me, Morgause? Did it vanished as quickly as your supposed loyalty to me?" Morgana asked.

Her sibling merely snorted, defiantly.

"As you refuse to talk to me, dear sister, I think that I should bring someone else to this conversation." Morgana told her, while pouting and placing her index finger on top of chin, mimicking a thoughtful expression, even turning her eyes to look at the roof. Then, she fisted her right hand, hitting slightly the palm of her left one and said:

"Ah, I know exactly who could help!" So the queen retrieved the poppet she used the previous night to enclosure her sibling's magic and spoke:

"Morgause, meet Dollgause!" The queen said, while shaking the doll to the other witch.

The High Priestess's eyes grew wide at the sight, but she promptly recomposed herself, maintaining an enraged expression.

"That'll never work! A poppet can't be used to compel someone to spill his or hers secrets!" The blonde-haired woman growled.

"Oh, but you forget something, Morgause." Morgana said while keeping a friendly tone, just to change it moments later: "I'm more powerful than you! I can easily break some of those useless magic laws!" The last sentences she spoke in an enraged tone.

"Shall we begin? Ready?" Morgana asked, sarcastically. Morgause only glared at her.

"Now, Morgause, tell me one thing: when you used me as a source for your sleeping spell, was it really harmless for those that where near me as you have told before, when you gave me the antidote?" Morgana asked, but her older sibling remained quiet, looking defiantly.

"Oh, we have to ask the other Morgause, huh? The nice one?" Morgana frowned her eyebrows in question.

"Ok, we'll do it your way." Morgana told her and chanted to the doll: "ácwiðe mé"

Morgause tried to fight the command and keep silent, but her sister's magic was stronger than hers, so she answered instead:

"It wasn't harmless … it was meant to cause a painful death to everyone in Camelot after a bit of time." Morgause replied, stifling in the words she said.

"I already like this Morgause better! She doesn't lie to me, does everything that I say and still has a lovely figure. She is even cute, with all that straw!" Morgana spoke, sarcastically and shaking the doll in front of her puffing sibling.

"Now, second and third questions: Since when was the bracelet enchanted to twist me and what were your reasons to do it?" Morgana inquired and before her sister opened her mouth to speak, she chanted at the poppet: "ácwiðe mé sóþe"

"I … it was … argh … before I challenged Arthur for the duel … at the Isle of the Blessed … I placed the enchantment and … concealed it" She replied between gasps, paused for a moment, still fighting the compelling spell and continued: "I … I did it … to gain your … undying … loyalty … as I said before!" The last sentence she yelled at her sister. Morgana wasn't even giving her a chance to answer before commanding, nor was trusting that she would answer with the truth, even though the only real secret she kept from her was the dammed spell in the amulet!

Ishouldn't have placed my hopes in you, Morgana! The High Priestess thought and snarled at the queen.

"Hum … so does it mean that you actually believed that I'd follow you blindly and, in the meantime, condemn to death everybody that I held dear, at least back then?" Morgana asked.

"Oh, not only I did believe, Morgana, I was right! You followed me around, all day, like a lost puppy when I saved you!" Morgause hissed and added, mockingly mimicking her sister's voice: "Sister, I feel so sad, I no longer desire to live. Sister, all of them would see me burn in a stake and feel rejoiced with my death, I'm so scared! Sister, the father of my children poisoned me, forcing me to abort them, but I am unable to kill that bastard with my own hands, can you do that for me?"

Morgana, in an access of fury, slapped her sister's face with so much strength that if her sibling wasn't shackled to the walls, she would have fallen on top of the bed. Her lip was bleeding by then. Dizzy from the hit, Morgause shook her head to clear the fog in her mind and once more said:

"Not so different from your dear father, huh? Uther Pendragon would be proud of you." The High Priestess said defiantly.

"You just answer my questions, Morgause, nothing more, nothing less." The queen told her sternly.

"What is your main goal?" Morgana inquired.

"You already know! To bring magic back to this land! The restore the Old Religion to its former glory!" Morgause replied promptly.

"If I set you free, will you harm me and Camelot's people in case I disagree with your views?" Morgana questioned her, giving her sibling a chance to spontaneously answer before she compelled her to.

"That's an idiotic question like all your others! What do you think, Morgana? Or being a whining spoiled princess most of your life has affected your wits?" Morgause spitted at her, but Morgana's magic diverted the spit's trajectory to the High Priestess face.

"You give me no choice." By then, Morgana sounded disappointed as she cast the spell:

"ácwiðe mé sóþe" And her sister was forced to answer:

"I wouldn't think twice before stepping on all of Camelot, you included, if that meant I would fulfill my sacred duty! I obey only the Triple-Goddess! Don't you ever think that you, or anything else, would ever stop me from pursing the achievement of the Goddess's will!" Morgause told her, rebelliously.

"I see …" Morgana told it in a frustrated tone, but immediately changed her demeanor and continued, being sassy: "That's it! I do prefer Dollgause in comparison to you!" She stood up from her seat while speaking: "Let's go, Dollgause, if we keep ourselves too much time close to her, we'll get her rabies! We don't want that, do we? You still have to help me ensure that magic is freely practiced in this land!" The queen announced to the poppet while leaving the cell.

Getting desperate, Morgause pleaded:

"Wait! What will happen to me? I am the last High Priestess of the Old Religion, Morgana! Even if we cannot see eye-to-eye with each other, you can't simple eliminate me and the knowledge I possess, because that would be a great strike against the Old Religion!"

"We'll see this later, sister." Morgana hissed. "For now, you can keep yourself comfortable here, in your new chambers."

Then, the queen left the dungeons, leaving behind her sister, the last High Priestess.

At Lord Cygnus lands

Dawn of the third day after Morgana's coronation

Lohengrin Cygnus was readying his horse to leave for the scouting mission. He and four loyal men and friends, Anwell, Bryce, Titus and Tuathal, were set to leave at the first ray of light, not wearing Camelot's or his father's coat of arms. They were supposed to pass for a normal group of travelers, not a small patrol.

As they set their possessions on their horses, an intense flash of light momentarily blinded that. When the group of men were able to see again, they noticed the Queen of Camelot herself appeared, standing still right in front of then. She was wearing a chainmail, had a sword and a shield with her, while her hair was fashioned in a bun.

For what seemed like an eternity, all five men just stood there, with their open mouths, looking at her dumbfounded.

She cleaned the dust from her armor before speaking to them:

"I'll need a horse too. I'll join you in this scouting mission." And she grinned at them.

Taking several seconds to process the situation, Sir Lohengrin, remembering to whom he was addressing – even though the shock of witnessing her Highness doing magic right before their eyes was still there –, ordered a servant to ready a mare for his liege and told her:

"My Queen! I didn't expect you here! My father sent me a bird to inform me of my assignment, but didn't mention that you'd join us!" He said, still dizzy due to the events.

"That's because I hadn't told him." She answered and approached him, until she was close enough to whisper so only he could hear: "It's our little secret."

"Forgive my insolence, your Highness, but is it wise to leave Camelot without its ruler and depart in such a dangerous mission?" The young lord inquired.

"Sir Lohengrin, I take a special interest in the success of your scouting operation. A failure isn't an option and there's more to it than merely assessing Lot's forces. So, for the good of Camelot, I insist in accompanying your party." She told him with a reassuring smile.

As if I had a choice. Sir Lohengrin thought to himself.

"Very well, my queen. My men and I are at your disposal." He bowed.

"Good."

After several minutes, the servant returned with a mare for Morgana. Lohengrin helped her mount the animal, them all the others too settled themselves on their horses. By then, the queen spoke:

"Shall we go?"

The men said a "yay" in unison and followed her lead.

A/N:

Meaning of the speels:

"ácwiðe mé" – imperative of the verb to tell. So basically she says: tell me.

"ácwiðe mé sóþe" – same from above, only difference is that the last word means truly.

Next chapter we'll know more! Like theories and such things, but for now, that's all, folks! Don't know when I'll update. I like to surprise you! And if you could, please surprise me too, reviewing this fic!