A/N: Well hello there my amazing readers! I have traveled far and wide to my computer screen to bring you the next chapter! Sorry it's a bit late, its "Hell Week" for my school play… we're running around screaming at each other, trying to put it together. I think we're doomed. Not to mention I have a SHITLOAD of stories I'm working on. Please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, if I did this would be on the show.

Chapter 11: Shall Set You Free

Merlin

As soon as he had told her, he wished he hadn't. Morgana shot up in a flash, and was halfway to the entrance of the cave when Merlin grabbed her by the arm. "Morgana! What are you doing?"

Morgana spun around, rage clearly shown in her green eyes. "What do you assume?" she spat. "That I should sit here and let my sister take over Camelot and kill Arthur? Not to mention, everyone thinks she's me! No, I will not stand by and watch while she kills innocent people!"

"I wasn't saying that." Merlin said. "We have to stop Morgause, yes, but we can't just barge into a castle where there are two Morganas! We have to work quietly, and without anyone finding out about our magic in the process!"

He looked into her eyes, and could see she was thinking, analyzing everything he had said. She was stubborn, that was a well-known fact, but she certainly wasn't stupid. As she thought her brow furrowed and her red lips parted slightly. She looked… beautiful. That was the word he was looking for, though he wished he hadn't thought it. That night when they had kissed, he still didn't know what he thought of it. Had he liked kissing Morgana? Did he even trust Morgana?

Yes. He did trust her, not at first, but he had grown to. As for the kiss, he told himself to forget it. Morgana had seemed to. And he doubted she thought of him that way, and even if she did, he was still a servant, a she was, however much she hated to be, the Kings Ward.

Merlin told himself to shut up.

"Fine" Morgana said, looking up. "We won't storm the castle, yet, but we still need a plan!"

"Well it's not like I can go to Arthur and say, 'That's not really Morgana, that's Morgause in disguise and she's going to kill you, oh, and by the way, I found the real Morgana and am teaching her magic and did I mention I'm a sorcerer, please don't have me executed!' Arthur will have my head! That is, if he doesn't lose his laughing!"

"You may not be entirely wrong though." Said Morgana thinking,

"What?"

"If you told Arthur about Morgause, leaving me and our magic out of the conversation of course, how can you be positive he won't believe you?"

"He's never believed me before."

"Oh, and I suppose history always repeats itself, doesn't it, Merlin?" Morgana said sarcastically.

This is still an idiotic idea. Merlin thought, walking to Arthurs chambers. Still deep in thought he didn't see where he was going and ran into Gwen.

"Sorry Gwen. I was thinking." Merlin apologized.

"It's alright, I was thinking too." She paused looking around before continuing in a quiet voice. "Do you notice anything different about Morgana?"

Merlin froze. Of course Gwen would know something was different. She had known Morgana longer than almost everyone, and was one her closest friend.

"I'm sure she's just in shock, she been through a lot." Merlin said quickly.

"It's just this morning, I was a half hour late, and Morgana starts screaming and insulting me. She's never raised her voice at me. Never." Gwen clearly looked upset. Merlin wished he could tell her the truth- but he couldn't. So he said instead:

"Maybe she's just tired, I'm sure she didn't mean it."

Gwen offered a small smile. "Thank you, Merlin." and walked away.

"Ah. There you are Merlin, pack the gear, we're going hunting." Arthur greeted as soon as Merlin walked in the door.

"I'll get to that." Merlin answered, "But I need to tell you something."

"What?" Arthur asked, crossing his arms. But he asked it as an actual question, not a sarcastic remark as usual.

"Has Morgana acting strange recently?"

"What kind of a question is that?" Arthur asked.

"One that you should answer." Merlin quipped.

"Alright." Arthur paused for a moment, looking at the floor between his boots. Then he suddenly looked up. "I actually haven't seen her much at all, she spends all her time in her chambers, and the one time I went to visit her she yelled at me to go away."

Merlin took a deep breath. "I have reason to believe that Morgause has transformed herself into Morgana and is posing as her until she is ready to destroy Camelot."

"What!" Arthur asked, but it wasn't as if he sounded as though he believed that Merlin was being an idiot, more like he actually believed him. Looks like Morgana was right after all. Merlin thought.

"How do you know this?" Arthur asked. He had started pacing around the room, looking deep in thought. For a second Merlin panicked. Then he answered,

"My reliable source doesn't wish to be recognized."

"It's Morgana isn't it?" Arthur said abruptly.

"Wh-what!" Merlin asked. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"I followed you, two days ago, you went to Morgana, and I saw you, and Morgana, and the fire... You're a sorcerer and she's a sorceress!" Arthur said quickly.

"What? I think you hit your head." Merlin exclaimed.

"Don't lie to me."

Merlin looked at Arthur. He knew, and Merlin was sure he couldn't talk him out of this. So instead he said, "So are you going to turn me in? For sorcery and treason?"

"No, unless you can explain to me everything and every time you used magic."

Morgana

Morgana sat in the cave looking out over the land at the quickly setting sun. Before Merlin had left, she had told him to tell her the outcome of telling Arthur about Morgause had been by using telepathy. She waited, but no message came. Then, sounding in her head was Merlin's voice,

"Arthur knows everything. You, our magic, he followed me."

"When? Are you in trouble?"

"No. and he followed e two days ago. I'm telling him everything; I probably won't be back until tomorrow."

"Alright."

She then broke off the connection. So Arthur knew? Somehow she'd have been surprised if Merlin had been in trouble. Though he would never admit it, Arthur trusted Merlin, they reminded her of herself and Gwen.

Morgana was hit by sadness. Of all the people in Camelot, Gwen was the one she missed the most. She wondered what she was doing…

Then she remembered the scrying spell that she had been looking at in Merlin's book. Looking over a pot of water by the fireplace placed in the center of the cave she muttered the spell. The water shifted and swirled and then she saw Gwen clearly, she was walking quickly along the streets, crying. Morgana wondered why, then felt the need to comfort her friend. If Arthur knows and still trusts Merlin, I know Gwen will do the same for me. She thought, and quickly raced out of the cave.

Gwen

What's wrong with her? I didn't do anything wrong! Gwen told herself as she walked quickly down the dark streets, keeping her head down to hide her tears. Morgana wasn't the same person anymore, she had become someone more sinister. She treated Gwen like she was less then dirt now. Made her wash the floor until she could see her face in the stone, make her move the heavy oak furniture around the room to several different destinations, just to decide she liked it where it had originally been. She snapped at Gwen when she was three minutes late, and had struck her across the face when she had accidentally pulled a bit too hard on the brush when she was combing Morganas hair.

What had become of her friend? The kind girl who had an outrage when she was put in prison for sorcery a few years back?

Then, as Gwen was lost in her thoughts, brushing away tears, a hand reached out from the ally and pulled her off the torch lit street. Before she could scream, a hand clapped over her mouth.

"Gwen, it's me." said Morgana quickly. What is she doing outside? Gwen thought, She had been asleep when I left. The hand moved from her mouth, and Gwen could speak.

"My lady… what are you doing out this late at night?" Gwen asked.

"Gwen." Morgana said quickly and firmly. "The person you have been waiting on the past days, that's not me. She's a fake; I've been in hiding for weeks, and… Damn! This is almost impossible to explain!" Morgana spat.

The two women froze when they heard the sound of boots echoing on the streets. The castle guards. "Come, quickly." Gwen said, "You can explain later." Then both ran through the alleys to Gwen's house.

A/N THAT TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE! Sorry for the wait, I am so busy, its "Hell Week" for our school musical, meaning the week before the performance. And I've been busy with that. Please review!