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Well, I just recieved my 100th review so I felt that I should do something speciall like posting you a new chapter.

I think it is one many of you were waiting for. It looked great inside my mind and I truly hope that it turned out as well written. Only you can tell me now :D

So, before leaving you to it, I want to once more than you all for your support. It feels unbelievable to have so many readers. It is so wonderful. You can't imagine! It's like for once in my live I am known as a writer. I don't have that much confidence in me or my writing skills but each one of your reviews help. You are fantastic. As are you reader who don't leave reviews :).

To finish, let's dedicace this chapter to Alaia Skyhawk , my 100th reviewer :D

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Updated November 7th 2015 with corrections by my Beta!

Chapter 11:

Morgana slowly regained conscience, disoriented. She raised a hand to her sore throat and coughed slightly, wincing when the slight pull of muscle caused pain to blossom. For a moment, she stayed still, lying on the hard ground, trying to remember what had happened and then everything came back to her, causing her eyes to snap open.

She quickly sat up, looking around, ready to defend herself against any threat. She found none but discovered where she was. Camelot's cells. She would recognize them anywhere. She didn't understand how she had gotten there though. The last thing she remembered was being choked to death in a clearing near Camelot by Merlin. Just the thought of him made fury flare in her, making her blood boil. That traitor! All this time he had been just under her nose! How many times could she have easily killed him? She should have known he was Emrys! Even Morgause had told her that he was hiding something a long time ago. And then he had always kept interfering with all of her plans! It had been him all along! Emrys! But it was barely believable. How could such an idiot servant be the most powerful warlock in existence?

A thought struck her. She had known that he wasn't an idiot. Hadn't he helped her get to the Druids when she had discovered her magic? But he could have done more to help her then instead of letting her struggle in fear of herself but no, all he had done was send her away, causing the death of so many innocent Druids, and then he had tried to kill her. She growled before taking a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She had to escape. Then she would have her revenge on the lowly servant he was. He should have known better than to keep her alive, the coward.

Once she was calmer, she tried to reach her magic but discovered that she couldn't feel it anymore. She frowned and tried again, muttering a spell under her breath. Nothing happened. She looked down at her wrists and found that two golden bracelets had been placed on them and, on closer inspection she could read Druid words on them. She swore angrily and tried a more powerful spell.

"It's useless Morgana." A voice she recognized as his brother's said. She looked up from her sitting position and found him outside her cell. "Guard."

The guard opened the door and he entered, looking disgustingly regal. Morgana stood up as gracefully as she could and lifted her chin.

"Come to gloat dear brother?" She asked wryly.

"Why are you doing this Morgana? Where is the girl who was fighting for what was right?"

"Oh but I'm just here Arthur. I'm doing this because it must be done. I want magic to be restored here and for the magical people to be free. And that can only be by destroying your family." She spat angrily.

"And does that have to include the death of hundreds of innocents?" Arthur asked.

"Nobody in Camelot is innocent Arthur. Not even your precious manservant." She told him and watched as his eyes hardened and took hold of his sword.

"You have no right to talk about what you don't know Morgana." He hissed and Morgana laughed evilly, having found the perfect revenge.

"Oh but I know him Arthur. I probably know him better than you do. For example, did you know that he tried to kill me? At least twice?" She asked him and Arthur took his sword out and pointed it at her throat.

"Obviously not." She continued enjoying seeing him fume.

"You're lying." He answered her, taking a step forward menacingly.

"But you don't even know the best part yet. He's a Sorcerer Arthur, and not just any sorcerer but the most powerful of us all." She said in a sing song voice.

"Stop lying Morgana!" Arthur yelled this time, seizing her by the throat, eyes dark.

"I'm not for once. It's him who's lying. And he has been lying to you for so long Arthur. Five years and you didn't notice a thing." She continued, her eyes fixed on his, watching doubt slowly making its way into them.

"You're an oblivious idiot Arthur. Worse than your father. Merlin is a Sorcerer and yet you gave him your trust. But don't worry, when I get out of here I will make him pay. I will make him suffer for what he did to me. I will…"

She couldn't finish her sentence as she suddenly felt a sword being pushed into her chest. She gasped, watching as Arthur pushed his sword inside her and out, leaving a burning pain in its wake. She fell to her knees and he accompanied her. When he talked to her, his voice was almost sounding sad.

"I'm truly sorry Morgana. I wished that things could have been different. But I can't let you continue to kill innocent people. And I don't believe your lies."

Morgana wanted to answer him but she was already gasping for air and only a few seconds later darkness fell over her eyes as she felt herself die.

Arthur watched as Morgana became limp and then he slowly stood up, bloody Excalibur still in his hand. Part of him felt sad and guilty at his sister's death but the rational part of him knew that this was the best option. Morgana alive would always have been one more threat to Camelot. The real Morgana he had grown up with had died a long time ago and it was her he missed, not the power-angry sorceress. He turned his back to her and left, instructing the guards to take care of her when he passed them.

It was only when he was outside the gloomy atmosphere of the dungeons that he allowed his mind to think back to Morgana's final words. She had said that Merlin was a sorcerer. The idea was impossible but she had seemed so honest for that one moment that a small seed of doubt had been implanted inside his mind. He shook the idea away. This was what Morgana had wanted. For him to doubt his friends. And he wouldn't give her the pleasure of doing so. Merlin had been loyal to him for five years and he had his complete trust.

He made his way across the Castle and found himself once more in front of the Infirmary doors. After what he had done, he needed to see Gwen. Everything may not be perfect between them and he may never forget what had happened with Lancelot, but life was too short to ignore his heart. And his heart was telling him that he didn't want to be with anyone else than her. That he didn't want anyone else as his queen. He walked through the door and found himself once more in the busy room. Most of the people on the cots seemed to be asleep despite the sun shining outside and the people who had some knowledge of medicine checking on them. He easily spotted Gwen kneeling beside one cot at the back on the room and made his way towards her, acknowledging the bows he received with small head nods.

She looked up when he was a few paces from her and her face changed into one of concern as she took in the bloody sword hanging at his side. She went up and guided him towards a secluded corner of the room. Once there, he took her in his arms and hugged her tightly. She seemed surprised at first but then hugged him back, resting her head on his chest. He closed his eyes, ashamed to find them wetter than they should, and breathed in the scent of her hair. They stayed there for a long moment but finally he had to release her and she put a hand on the side of his face, slowly stroking his cheek.

"What happened?" She asked quietly.

"Morgana is dead." He answered as noiselessly and knew he didn't have to say any more for her to know that he had killed her.

"Our Morgana died a long time ago, Arthur." She told him, and the conviction in her voice settled him. "You did what was right."

And then she brushed her lips against his and hugged him again and Arthur knew that the future would be far easier if she stayed with him.

So... How did it go? Was it as you expected it? Did you like it? I can't wait for your opinion. It was the first time I thought about doing Morgana's POV and I hope it turned okay...

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