A/N: Hi everyone! So this chapter took for-ev-er to write. It kept being mean and not sounding right, but it is done. So please enjoy and review. Your input is much appreciated.

His eyes widened and glazed over as the singing became louder. He began to grab his head and try to stop the voices. Elyan soon screamed for the angels.

The knights woke suddenly as they heard his screams. They all looked at each other not sure of what to do.

Arthur yelled to the knights "Surround Elyan! We can't lose him."

The knights enclosed him in a circle, swords at the ready. Elyan's eyes were filled with rage and confusion. The Iradescas were taking over but the Elyan they knew was trying to fight them.

"Elyan, listen to me. Focus on me not the voices." Percival pleaded with him.

The Iradescas would not have it though. They fought for his mind and won the battle. Elyan reached for his sword and readied himself into attack position. The knights knew his mind was gone but they wouldn't let him go.

"Keep him surrounded. If we keep him these fiends may let his mind go because they can't use him."Arthur said bravely with some underlying hope in his tone of voice.

The Iradescas were now infuriated that someone dare undermine their work. Elyan ran between Leon and Percival yelling out for the angels and Ealdor.

"Spread out, we may be able to catch him off guard." Arthur ordered.

The knights did as they were told and spread out. Sir Leon ran straight while the others ran east and west to soon turn inward. Elyan became silent as he ran towards Ealdor unknowing that Leon was on his tail.

"I will not leave you, I promise." Elyan said to no one but the voices in his head.

"Elyan no one can hear you but me. Try to listen to the truth. Whoever you are following isn't real, you're following a mere delusion. Try to fight them. That is what Guinevere would want."

"Guinevere?" Elyan spoke as himself, not the angel's slave.

"Yes Elyan, Guinevere, your sister. She would want you to fight back." Leon replied calmly.

Elyan's eyes twitched and the angels took over once more.

"We do not need you." Elyan spat.

Leon and Elyan reached for their swords simultaneously. Fighting ensued between the two knights. Their swords clashed as they counterattacked each-others moves. Leon did not want to maim or kill Elyan in this fight. Both are great knights of the realm and the angels knew this. The Iradescas used their power of speed to gain the upper hand on Leon. Elyan spun around Leon and attacked him from behind. Before he could register Elyan's move Leon was hit in his right temple with the hilt of Elyan's sword. Leon's head began to swim but he did his best to keep from going under.

"Don't Elyan, please?" Leon groaned. He had fallen and was trying to get back on his feet.

"You're a fool Leon. Joining us would be so much easier." Elyan told him.

"I will not join you." Leon spat back at him.

Elyan had his boot on Leon's back making it difficult to get up. Leon's head was still swimming from the blow to his temple. His vision was becoming spotted. Leon kept fighting Elyan's foot and was able to get on his knees. Leon held his head up so that he could look Elyan in the eyes, but Elyan avoided them. He turned and stood behind him. Leon held his head in his hands trying to alleviate some of the pain.

"That is your choice, so be it." Elyan said with a cynical tone.

With that he struck Leon with the hilt of his sword in the back of his head. Leon's eyes rolled back as his body went limp. He let out a groan of pain as his body hit the ground beneath him.

"Leon!" Arthur yelled out.

Elyan ran before the knights reached where he and Leon had fought. The knights gathered around Leon to make sure he was okay. Arthur was on his knees holding Leon's head in his hands. He felt the back of his head where hilt had struck him. Percival was on Leon's other side calling his name and trying to rouse him. Nothing seemed to wake Leon from his unconscious state.

"We must get him back to camp. He'll wake soon and need medical attention." Arthur ordered.

Percival brought his arm under Leon's neck and knees. He picked him up slowly and Leon grunted in pain. They walked slowly as not to hurt Leon further. They soon reached camp and Percival set him down gently and propped him up against a tree. He felt something slick on his hand and saw that Leon was bleeding.

"I need some supplies." Percival shouted.

Lancelot got the medical supplies from his pack and passed them to Percival. He went to work by cleaning the blood from Leon's wound. Percival then began to wrap his head with some of the bandage they had brought. Leon began to moan as he started to wake up.

"Oy!" said Leon.

He didn't open his eyes as he came to. Leon's head was still spinning from the blow. He was trying to figure out what had happened when it all came back in an instant. Elyan being taken, the fight, and pleading with him not to go.

"We have to stop him!" he shouted.

Leon jerked his head and tried to pick himself up with a sharp turn. He regretted the decision as fast as he thought of it. Leon's world began to turn at a rapid pace which made his nausea worse. Gwaine caught him before he fell over.

"Leon, Leon 'ay." Gwaine said.

He helped Leon sit back down as the knights gathered to see how he was.

"Oh God, what happened?" Leon asked puzzled.

"Elyan knocked you out mate." Gwaine said with a smile.

He was trying to comfort Leon; it didn't do much. Leon grabbed his head and felt the bandage that surrounded it.

"What's this for?" he asked.

Percival explained that he had a bad cut where Elyan had hit him.

"I could have stopped him, saved him."Leon alleged angrily.

Leon's head was pounding in his ears. Everyone's voice sounded muddled to him. Percival noticed that something was wrong.

"Leon, what's wrong?" he asked.

"I feel as though something is pounding in my ears. Everything seems to hurt and my head is spin..."

Leon's hand rushed to his mouth as he began to throw up. He ran for a tree and Arthur went to make sure that he didn't fall over again. Leon finished and held himself up against the tree.

"Alright we'll camp here until Leon is up to riding."Arthur ordered.

"No sire, I will be fine. We must help the people." Leon pleaded.

"You are in no shape to ride. Let Percival finish and then you will rest. Am I clear?" Arthur told him.

"Yes." Leon answered with a slight tone of annoyance.

"It's all for your own good. I cannot have one of my best knights injured before we go to battle."

"Thank you Sire."

Percival continued to check Leon to make sure the head injury was all that he accumulated from the fight. Lancelot gave Leon the water skin and he drank.

"Thanks Lance." said Leon.

"Not a problem. Just don't get yourself knocked unconscious again." said Lancelot.

"Will do." said Leon rubbing his head.

Percival pulled a pain relieving draught out of the medical bag. He uncorked it and handed the vile to Leon.

"Drink this. It will help with the pain and the nausea." Percival said.

"Since when did you become a physician?" asked Gwaine.

"I used to help my village's local physician."

Percival and Gwaine became solemn. They were once again reminded of Merlin. Percival and Gwaine joined the other knights as they all sat and talked. Leon sat against the tree and drank the contents of the vile. As the knights conversed about battle strategy the draught began to take effect. His eyelids began to droop as the conversation rolled on.

"So if we surround the home while Arthur is inside then (yawns) then…" Leon began to say.

Leon's eyes closed fully mid sentence and his head lolled as he finally fell out.

"We knew that was coming." said Lancelot.

He reached for Leon's cloak and Arthur passed it to him. Lancelot then draped it over Leon placing the collar at his neck.

"So how long is he going to be out?" asked Arthur.

"It should only be a few hours." Percival answered him.

"Then let us put a plan together and when Leon wakes up, we will ride out."