Gwaine sits still as he looks out, Morgause's words flowing over him, the haze of reality shifting.

"Jesus? The son of God?"

"Yes, the one and only. As you know from the stories the desire to connect with God has been something we have always sought after, even Camelot has felt the pull to connect with our creator. Arthur even went on a quest to find the Holy Grail, the sacred cup Jesus drank from during his last supper. The high son's story is held captive in the Church, hoping to keep the tales from the common man. Even in Magi, it is only us, the High Advisor's council who know the full story of our God. I believe that is why our magics are so strong."

"Morgause, what do you mean?"

His wife snuggles closer to him. She feels her body warm, not from arousal, but her magic. It swirls and pumps, her fingers tingle.

"Our magic, it is a gift from God. Many have to work to harness the gift but some of us, are born with this magic already powerful. Uther preached against our magics, claiming them wicked, but they are not, even Uther could have had magic if he so chose."

Gwaine's mind runs back to a conversation long ago.

"You mean the power of the Holy Ghost?"

Morgause smiles, her lips kiss his neck, her voice hot.

"Yes. You know how each person has a Holy Ghost, a magic inside of them. The difference is the connection one has to their own Holy Ghost. Jesus had the strongest liaison this world has ever seen. He was the closest to God from the moment he was born. The Bible tells us to pray and speak in tongues to hone our relationship with our Holy Ghost, or in our world speak in the tongue of the Old Religion and meditate. Merlin and Morgana are the same, but different. Unlike the son they were not born in purity, they were born in sin just like the rest of humanity, but I still feel something different emitting from them. God has a higher purpose for them to accomplish. I feel as if they are more connected to the world's fate than we realize."

Her eyes are soft, searching the grass for answers. He tilts her face up, her eyes are still sharp, still strong, but a hint of fear rests within her icy blue orbs. Her husband runs a hand over her soft neck, calming her nerves. Her face comes close to his, kissing his mouth. He moans, his wife is enticing, her soft blonde hair feels like velvet in his hands. She pulls away from him, her fingers running over the scruff of his face, he smiles at her. He brings her palm to his lips kissing her flesh, his fingers running over the lines in her skin.

"Morgause, what does this have to do with Morgana's visions?"

His wife pulls back to look him in the eye.

"I believe God is sending her those visions directly."

Gwaine's eyes widen.

"What do you mean?"

"I believe her magic used to come from the Earth, her Holy Spirit mixing with the soil to fuel her visions. Those with pure magical gifts, such as the king and queen, get their powers from elements. Morgana's is earth, Merlin's is water. As she gets stronger she should be able to hone her visions, calling whatever timeline she wishes, and they should not cause her pain. Well with these they are sporadic, mixing world lines. She has no control over them, and she still wakes in agony, she shouldn't be having these problems still. Normally with seer magics we could figure out a connection, we cannot with her visions. They are different worlds, different relationships. That is why I believe, that these are coming directly from God, he is trying to help us prevent this disaster."

"God controls everything Morgause, why doesn't he just stop it himself?"

She shakes her golden locks.

"It is not that simple. God allows us choice my husband. He sees all possibilities of our futures, and only tries to help us down the correct path, but we choose which path we take. I believe he is taking extra precautions that we make the correct choices to go down a specific timeline."

Gwaine is quiet for a moment. His brown eyes remind Morgause of the richest earth and the power it holds when she uses it for spells. Her husband, a man without magic, is probably the strongest person she knows, his ability to protect his family brings the high priestess peace.

"Also, I fear that Morgana and Merlin might be paralleling Adam and Eve."

"The originals?"

"Yes, her visions, her being the key, it makes me believe that she will do something horrible unless she is able to control herself. I believe the reason that she is the key is because Merlin has such a strong connection to his Holy Ghost. He is the first of his mighty power and Morgana is the second. The parallels between the goodness of Adam and Merlin's magic make me believe they are connected someway."

"If that is true, the repercussions of this disaster coming to pass will far exceed what we imagine."

"I believe so my husband. I believe we must act soon, and must enjoy every day as if it is our last."

Her hand runs up and into his hair, his deep brown eyes seem to turn black as he kisses her. Her blue eyes storm as he presses into her, bringing her to the ground, his hands running over her priestess gown. He looks down at his wife, his hand tracing her jaw, his eyes soften.

"I will not allow anything to happen to our world Morgause. I will fight for you and our family, I swear by it."

Her eyes glow gold, that sinister smirk coming unto her features once again. He roguishly smiles back, his nimble fingers pushing at her skirts. He sits back for a moment, staring at the intricate woven GL on her thigh, a small wolf woven in at the bottom. His thumb runs over the brand as he looks down at Morgause, his beautiful wife splayed out before him, her dark blond hair shimmering in the sun. He leans forward to kiss the brand and then his tongue comes out to lick at it once. His lips move over the fabric of her dress and then up to her lips, his trousers slowly coming undone.

"I love you Morgause."

She smiles as she pushes his pants down his body, and he settles himself safely inside of her, kissing her sharp neck.

"Show me, my husband."

If there really is such a divine intervention going on this time, the end looks even grimmer. If God himself is interfering…they all might be doomed. The knight looks at his hands for a moment, remembering the fighting, the healing, and the loving that his hands have done in his short years. He remembers all the quests he has gone on, the time him and Merlin got trapped in a cave and it took them three days to get out. Merlin refused to use the spell for tracking and blowing up the caves entrance…he said it would make the quest too boring. What a tart…

The knight chuckles at the memories. He has lived a good life. His mind runs to his king, the man who has stood by him through the years. Merlin, the same man who was there for him when he married Morgause, who helped him through those nights of doubt and fear. He remembers Morgause going into labor with Mordred, Merlin had come back from a quest just to see Gwaine and comfort him through the trying time. They had sat on the castles steps, Merlin fed Gwaine copious amounts of ale and the two men were thoroughly smashed when the nurse came out to announce the birth of Gwaine's first son. They had seen a shooting star that night, a sign of hope.

His mind drifts and his memories land on the horrible war with Uther Pendragon. It feels as if it took place ages ago, when in reality it has only been a few months. His eyes glaze over, his body shivers when he remembers the explosion from Merlin, he was lucky the side he was on. His eyes press shut as the images of his men, scorched and burned, some still alive and crying out. He wills the visions away, he must focus. They have a new problem to face now.

His mind lingers to Morgause. His wife, his confidant. She has left, but he feels her presence, memories of her swollen with child, the evil smirk on her face. She is his opposite, where he is weak she is strong. When he is goofy she is serious. Where he is kind she is cruel, where his sword clashes her magic changes the skies. His wife's element is air, a constant constriction of swirling energy. The wind blows at him, he suddenly feels fear, and he takes a moment to breath. He bows his head and he prays for the protection of Magi, for the protection of his friends, family.

Gwaine's eyes slowly rise as they fall on Magi looking at the castle longingly. The kingdom he hails from, his home, his children and wife live in the high castle. He remembers Morgause telling him of how they are not together in another world, another timeline. He could never imagine a place where he doesn't hold his wife close and kiss her whenever he wants. He fears what will come, and now, he fears The High Queen Morgana.

Arthur feels as if his mind is spinning. His conversation with Morgana is replaying itself in a loop in his mind. He shakes his head. He cannot believe the change that has come to his foster sister. He could have even sworn that her eyes had gone gold while they were trotting along, he must have been mistaken.

"Arthur?"

The prince looks up to see Guinevere standing over him with a bundle of blankets in her hands. He does not know why but his eyes linger on her for longer than appropriate. He leans back again. He attempts to calm his thoughts.

"Guinevere, hello."

The maid looks shy, her soft coca cheeks burn. The prince smiles at her reaction. She was always a very sweet girl…always so…

"I'm sorry to intrude. You just seem to be troubled."

The royal shakes his head, his eyes fixated on the brilliant marble of the castle. He can see the artwork of a master builder in the stone. The smooth sides and high build. The castle is something of beauty. He even sees carvings of dragons in the high towers. He notices on one of the pillars there seems to have been sculpted a harsh battle scene between two of the great beasts, they seem to be attacking one another. His eyes rank down the sculpture, one dragon stands tall, only one can be the victor.

"Yes, I am quite troubled."

Gwen bites her lip. She can only imagine what Arthur and Morgana talked about.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

Arthur looks at her wearily. To talk to a servant about his personal problems is very inappropriate. Servants must know where they stand in the chain of command, where their station is. It is one thing for them to hear gossip. It's another situation entirely to talk to them directly. To fraternize with Guinevere would be very out of place. His brow scrunches up and his mind goes back to Morgana. He feels so disconnected to her now. He just wants someone to tell him that his fears are warranted, that his distrust of the king is reasonable. If he could talk to anyone about this it would be Gwen, he sighs.

"Yes, I know it is improper but I would like to know your opinions on Morgana."

Her eyes widen before they soften considerably. She takes a seat next to him on the bench, her fingers running over the thick wool of the blankets. The fabric is harsh against her fingertips, the wool scratches against her palms.

"Are you referring to her relationship with the king?"

Arthur eyes her, his head in his hands. She holds back a giggle. He looks like a pouting boy who was denied a toy. She never knew Morgana's affections for the king would receive such a reaction from Arthur…he never acted in such a way when she was with Lancelot.

"Yes, I do not understand what has changed in such a short time. Morgana tried to convince me he was a good man. When I adamantly refused to believe her she told me I was a royal prat and rode away as fast as possible. I never knew she was so fast on a horse, honestly I couldn't even catch up to her!"

Gwen's fingers tug on the small imperfections of the blankets, rolling the strings. She thinks for a moment, her eyes lingering on the future King of Camelot. He is a good man, but he comes from a kingdom that is so ignorant of the world around them.

"He really is a good man Arthur."

The prince should have whiplash from the way his head snaps towards her, his eyes wide and disbelieving.

"You too Guinevere? What have I missed? The man I know is a monster!"

She shakes her head. She bites her lip, not many months ago she shared the prince's sentiment about The King of Magi, but her thoughts have changed. The time she has spent here she has watched the king closely. She has come to observe him to be a self-sacrificing man. She believed he would be doomed to a life of loneliness because of Morgana's affections for Lancelot and he respected the queen every second of the way. She is happy Morgana has finally accepted him…even if the timing is off.

"You do not mean that Arthur. You saw how he is at the feast last night and how he graciously accepted defeat from you. He has his moments Arthur, but everyone does. I think you cannot judge him for one outburst of power, none of us are perfect."

"Jesus is perfect."

"Yes, well…Merlin is not Jesus."

They both laugh softly. He looks at her, his eyes roaming her soft features. He never noticed what a beauty his sister's servant was. How did he miss that? He finds himself giving into her words quicker than he would with others…he just doesn't seem to want to fight her.

"I know what you mean. Your points are fair Guinevere. I guess I should be more shocked than anything. I mean, she has been in love with Lancelot for so long…and now here she is head over heels for a man like…Merlin."

Gwen closes her eyes. Arthur sneaks a peak at her. The breath coming out of her mouth makes the rise and fall of her chest memorizing. Her eyes slowly open and lock with his.

"I questioned her sincerity as well Arthur, but I have seen them. I would not believe it if I had not witnessed what The King has done for Morgana. The things she has told me…the pledges…the promises. He really is a self sacrificing individual, and he really loves Morgana."

Arthur eyes her. She is so kind and her words are as sweet as honey.

"You are truly a remarkable individual Guinevere. I should consult your council more often. You are very honorable with your words."

Once again Gwen finds herself covered in red. It takes her a moment to realize how warm Arthur's ice blue eyes really are. The thought is unsettling, she blushes harder.

Morgana enters her chambers in a huff. She is so out of sorts she actually slams the door in poor Angela's face. When she realizes what she has done, she turns around and quickly throws the door open.

"Oh Angela, I am so sorry."

The servant just laughs as she enters, locking the wooden mass behind her.

"It is alright your majesty, you seem stressed."

The Queen huffs.

"I hate talking to Arthur sometimes. He is such a one note. He can never see the other side of things."

"The other side of what things?"

Both women turn to look up at Merlin as he comes out of the reading room. She brings her hand to her face and starts to giggle.

"Merlin, my love, why do you have Gaius's reading glasses on?"

He adjusts the monocles on his face, and sends her a wicked grin.

"I need them…for reading and such."

Suddenly they hear a hard knocking.

"Merlin Alwin, you open this door right now and give me back my reading glasses!"

Both women turn towards the king.

"I'm not here!"

"Merlin!"

"I'm really not!"

He suddenly grabs Morgana around the waist, she squeaks in surprise. He brings her close and kisses her neck.

"Imíonn."

He spell feels hot against her skin. She cannot stop herself from moaning. Suddenly, both royals disappear.

"Merlin!"

Gaius has broken through the door just in time to see the shimmer that is left after the spell. He makes eye contact with Angela.

"Oh Gaius, don't look at me. I didn't steal your reading glasses."

The innocent smile on her face does not relax him.

Merlin is chasing Morgana through the field they had landed on, she is laughing happily as her fingers feel the petals and the wind blows through her hair. He sent the glasses back to Gaius's chambers when they landed.

"Morgana come back!"

"I cannot my king. I will not fraternize with men who stoop so low as to steal from an old man!"

He picks up speed, she laughs harder. She looks behind her and her eyes scrunch up when she realizes he is not there. Her feet slow only slightly before she feels herself being lifted off the ground.

"Got you!"

She laughs as he spins her, the light humor is welcomed. His lips ghost over her neck, his nose breathing in the delectable pomegranate smell of her hair, his ears enjoying the melody of her laugher and happy he is the one to bring about the sound.

They spin until his legs give out and they fall into the grass, both laughing uncontrollably. He rolls over to his side, his head propped up by his hand, his other hand ghosting over the silk of her dress. It moves over the blue fabric and up her side, down her arm, and his fingers play with hers.

"This is surreal Morgana."

The Queen tilts her head, confused.

"What is?"

He loves her soft fingers, he loves watching them connect with his, those amazing turquoise sparks bursting from their flesh, the light bouncing off the sapphires on her wedding band.

"You, me, us. I would never have dreamt this would happen when you got here. I know we have not had enough time to talk in the last two days. I feel as if we've spent more time in the throes of passion than talking."

Morgana moves her fingers up his arm and roam over his shoulder and finally running over his chest, his body only separated from her by his pure white tunic. A wicked smile has come to her lips. Her eyes flash up to his, her irises gold, his magic throbs in response.

"I do not mind."

He brings her had to his mouth, his teeth tugging at the silk bracelet and kissing her wrist. She smiles at the gesture. Her fingers run up and under his tunic, playing with the small amount of skin between his belt and his trousers. His breath hitches as she plays with the small trail of hair that leads to her favorite part of his body.

"I know Morgana, I just feel as if our relationship shifted so dramatically. We went from a few conversations to finding each other at every spare moment. Much has happened in the last few days."

She nods in agreement. Her eyes are dark, desiring. She loves to hear his voice. I like it even better when he is moaning my name…

"I do not disagree with you my love. I feel as if our intimacy has been reached so quickly, we even flirt now," he blushes, she smiles, "but I believe that is what happens when two people come together. We made love Merlin. We did not simply bed each other. My soul has never felt so connected to another in all my years."

He cannot help the smile that takes residency on his face. His fingers brush over her cheek.

"We made love…"

She stares him in the eye, he can feel her fingers on him, and the nimble digits are pulling at the buttons on his trousers. He feels it, the overwhelming power of his magic pulsating inside of him, her magic reacting. Their eyes are gold, never changing back to their blue or green, always swirling with power. One of his hands comes down and bunches up her skirts, a finger pulling at her drawers, his eyes lock on her as they slide down her waist. She moves her feet and the undergarments hang on her left ankle. Her naked hips feel hot. He can feel her magic pushing through her skin and connecting with his.

She pushes his drawers and trousers down far enough to free him. For now that is all she needs, enough distance to allow her to connect with him in her most favorite way. Her delicate hand stroking him, his lips haven't even touched her, her gaze is so strong that his body just reacts. His hands lift her thighs up as he sinks into her. It is so different from the other times. This is more soul driven, more powerful, more in tune with the magics, Holy Spirit, inside of them. His lips move down to finally connect with hers. His power pushing into her in every way, his delicious tongue playing with hers softly. He pulls back slightly and moves his hips.

"Making love…"

Percival is walking idly around Magi. He had planned to hang out with Arthur and Leon but both men have mysteriously disappeared. He walks down the market enjoying the small stands and heading towards the citadel again. He has come to think the place is very pleasant. So far, three peasants have come up to him and offered him bread, a young girl gave him a flower with a smiled and then scurried away, and an elderly woman came up behind him and pinched his butt. Nice cheeks sugar lips! Okay…the last thing wasn't so wonderful but the rest of them were quite nice. His eyes move and he spots his friend.

"Lancelot!"

Percival runs over him but stops short. Lancelot has a haunted look on his face, the knights make eye contact, and Lancelot shakes his head and walks in the other direction. Odd…Arthur has still not told the knights why they have journeyed all the way to Magi. The muscular knight has not bought the 'I miss Morgana so' reason.

Percival walks along, humming to himself, enjoying the people of Magi. He makes his way into the castle courtyard and his eye catches sight of the temple. He stares at it for a moment, remembering all the teachings, all the preaching against magic. He looks around. A soft sigh escapes his lips. The people of Magi have been nothing but kind to him and the rest of the knights. He's starting to have doubts against Uther's teachings on magic. He looks left and right, a fear of getting caught suddenly takes over him, his adrenalin pumps in his veins as he walks inside the temple.

Morgause had left her to finish the rituals alone today. Nimueh's eyes go gold as she pours the powder into the cauldron. She like it like this sometimes, as much as she favors Morgause's company, she has come to like the simple times by herself. The silence allows her to hear those beyond the grave, connecting more with the spiritual realm. She and Morgause have been working diligently to connect with higher powers, focusing on the light instead of the dark. The door to the temple starts to open, the large mass of wood creeks in protest.

Nimueh's eyes widen as one of Arthur's knights makes his way in. He is tall, muscular build, his face is quite handsome, but her eyes start to squint. What has happened to his sleeves? And why is one longer than the other? The knight looks around, a goofy smile on his face, his eyes darting around the temple, admiring the structure. She watches in amusement as he looks around. He finally takes a few steps in and is startled when his eyes land on her.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

She shakes her head. She glides down from her perch at the cauldron. He thinks she is floating on air the way she moves, his breath hitches. Has he never laid eyes upon such a beauty before?

"It is alright…" her words are long and alluring.

Her speech coming from the years of practicing magics, her lips move sensually to create words, she laughs.

"I am Nimueh. I am one of the two High Priestesses."

The knight finds it in himself to answer.

"I am Percival, a Knight of Camelot and one of Arthur's Knights of the Round Table."

The priestess's eyes glow.

"You went on the pilgrimage with him to find the Holy Grail."

The young knight nods, he watches her move from him and over to the cauldron again. He observes her, his eyes memorized by her movements.

"We did."

"Was your quest fruitful?"

The poor knight blushed.

"It was not. I got to the Fisher King and did not even ask to gaze upon the grail. I am very ashamed to admit my failure."

Nimueh smiles.

"Sir Gwaine went on a pilgrimage to look at the Holy Grail with The King."

The knight's eyes widen. Her finger draws him over to her. Her hand runs over the water.

"Thaispeáint dom"

The knight watches her eyes glow gold and looks down into the water. He sees Gwaine and Merlin approach the Fischer King and asks to see the grail. As they set their eyes upon the cup the Fischer King asks them if they wish to hold the relic.

"We do not noble king. It is not our time to go to heaven."

The water fades back to blue. Percival's eyes are wide.

"Sir Gwaine said that? The High King allowed that?"

Nimueh smirks. The knight notices how dark it makes her features look…how seductive her lips seem.

"Merlin is a noble man, but he gets lost just like any other. There is a reason he asks us to be with him all the time, to keep his mind steady."

Percival nods in understanding, Nimueh gazes at him intensely.

"You do not fear my magic?"

His eyes move up to connect with hers again. That goofy grin comes over his face, his hand coming up to scratch at his head, he laughs nervously.

"I should be, shouldn't I? You probably think me a bad person, do you not?"

"You seem to be smarter than you let on Sir Percival. Instead of answering my questions you deflect and ask your own."

He does not falter, his eyes just soften.

"Ah, you are quite clever in your own right Lady Nimueh. I guess I should be, considering all I have seen, what I have been told all my life growing up in Camelot. Alas, I cannot find it in myself to fear you people. Since I have come to Magi the people here have only treated me with kindness and respect." The priestess smiles, "Though, as clever as you are, I am just as so. Do you think me a bad person?"

Her head tips back her mouth is opened slightly, her tongue clicking against her teeth.

"I think you are a loyal man who followed his king into battle. You cannot trust that something is different until you see it. The only use of magic you have seen has been that of evil, why would you believe anything else? I cannot find you to be bad, just uninformed."

His mouth quirks up the side, she is a quite sensible woman, and very wise. Do not forget beautiful…he suddenly gulps.

"Milady, I should apologize, I have kept you. I am sure your husband wishes for your return."

Her delicate eyebrow rises.

"I have no husband."

His eyes widen, he smiles.

"Then would it be to forward of me to ask you to accompany me for a walk around Magi, Milady? To show me the sights of course."

Percival's calloused palm comes out to face the ceiling, an offering. Her sinister smirk darkens, as do her eyes. Her soft palm of nobility connects with his.

"Of course."

Nimueh's eyes glow.

Fin.

Yeyahhh...got some sexy Morgause/Gwaine in there! Ugh makes me so happy! I might be doing a couple of one shots with them...one of them being from this universe ;)...and Mergana sexiness...I must really love you guys :p Were going to shift for a little to conclude with the Lancelot stuff and establish a few other pairings that I can only love in my own head *le sigh*. Anywho I am really happy with this chapter, I had a lot of troubles with the beginning because I was scared of how the Christianity/magic stuff came about but I'm really trying to bring in strong ties to the Arthurian Legend and Medieval times. The Church and God were big in those time periods and I really wanted to establish a connection between the two. Did y'all like it? Yes, no...should I just give up now? Haha.

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