Well, that took a little longer than I had planned. But here I present to you Chapter 13!

Inspired by the lovely performance of Alexander Vlahos, who in my opinion was completely flawless in his adaption of Asa Butterfield's Mordred.

To my lovely reviewers, a thanks is in order:
SpangleyPony, Guest(thecharmingseal), Jad0307, ProcrastinationIsMyCrime, HollyDawn, LaRieNGuBleR, Freya Potter, menolikee, and chocolatecake1

Now: For a little damage control that was caused by Season 5 and my previous plot holes…and to add some surprises!

Chapter Thirteen

Gwen got no sleep that night in the caves, despite the assurances she received on the behalf of the druids that they would be out by morning. The dripping of the rain had echoed through the halls, leaving her uncomfortable, and homesick. Surely by now someone had noticed her absence.

Her husband most of all, and they had only been married for a few short months.

Her thoughts trailed away from that to the real reason she had traveled this far into the woods. It could be possible that the answer to the riddle she had been so desperate to know was here, within these walls amongst the druids.

"My Lady, are you alright?" Sir Percival whispered to her several hours late into the night. Startled, the young Queen turned to look at her husband's most loyal and frowned.

"I'm fine, I'm just worried about this storm, and it's been going for hours now,"

"I'm sure it will pass in the morning, most storms do. Try to sleep; I'd prefer to head out early tomorrow,"

"Head out?" Gwen repeated slowly, before shaking her head. "No, I came here to the druids for a reason Percival, I need their knowledge,"

"You mean we came out all this way to meet the druids? My Lady, what for?"

There was a small commotion behind them as a druid shifted in his sleep, yet as several seconds passed by the cave fell silent again except for the sounds of nature.

"I have questions that only they can answer, just…trust me,"

Percival inclined his head towards her in the semi-dark.

"I always have Gwen,"

A gorgeous day dawned, not that Gwen or Percival got to see the sun rise, for the entrance was still blocked. But Gwen was awakened by a sweet smell of breakfast and the chattering of small children as they ran about throughout the cave floor. Rising from her borrowed blankets, Gwen realized at some time she must have finally fallen asleep.

At least she had gotten a few hours of rest before the day had begun.

Making her way towards the fires, a single blanket still wrapped around her shoulders she approached the small group of druid women who were gathered around.

"Morning," She greeted them, only to be welcomed by a few suspicious stares.

Of course, being the Queen of Camelot meant that she would be only viewed with an air of contempt towards her person.

An older woman nodded her head and handed her a small wooden bowl.

"We have no food for royalty," Was all she said.

Gwen blinked before shaking her head.

"Oh, no! That's completely fine! I'm used to it you know, I wasn't royal until a few months ago. Before I was nothing more than a serving girl," She explained, sitting awkward half in the circle and half out.

Small talk continued, never getting into deep questions towards Gwen's behalf. However, she could sense the discomfort of them none the less as she listened quietly on the edge.

It was long before Gwen noticed that the men were heading back into the main part of the cave they lived within. Percival gave her a long look, and she instantly knew that the problem of the rocks had yet to be solved.

"Tell me, why have you come in search of our counsel?"

The man who had welcomed them in the storm that night had come upon her, and as Gwen stood she gave a slight frown.

"I came across something in Camelot that I discovered only your knowledge could aid me in understanding," She explained, as he guided her away from the rest of the encampment.

"Speak your mind, as long as you mean no harm to us, we mean none towards you,"

"It is a legend that has long sat at the back of our libraries, from the days before the purge within the Camelot borders. The story spoke of a man named Emrys, but his character is beyond my full understanding, I was hoping that you could help," Gwen admitted, a small frown gracing her features.

The man looked troubled as she spoke, but gave a nod none the less.

"I think I know of whom you speak,"

000

Morgana sat upon an empty hill, doing nothing more than brooding. There was simply no other word for her demeanor, for she rested one hand on her knee and she scowled down upon her army.

"So he's left," She snarled finally to the two small figures behind her.

"For some time," One replied.

"But he might be back before you realize just how long," The other added.

"Does he realize that as he has gone, Merlin leads Camelot against us? My memory spell will not hold, I had no time to prepare it properly. As we speak Arthur may begin to realize that he has been fooled by his magician, but that will only make their alliance stronger.

"Of course he understands this,"

"You would do well to realize that everything he does is more planned then what your previous failures suggest,"

Morgana stood sharply.

"Don't forget who you speak to," Several rocks exploded beside her, yet she did not flinch.

000

Arthur paced back and forth in the castle grounds, creating the anxiety that was building between the lords present and the knights.

"Where could she be? How did no one see her leave the palace?" The king yelled, looking accusingly at the guards. The atmosphere in the room was thickening and Merlin gave a concerned look to Gaius beside him.

"He was just the same once you disappeared," His mentor whispered to him as once again some of the lords shuffled their feet beneath them. When no one provided an answer, Arthur looked sharply towards Leon.

"Send out as many search parties as we can spare without leaving the citadel unmanned,"

"Yes my lord," Leon nodded, and quickly turned motioning for the rest of the knights to follow him out.

"Elyan, a word?"

The one knight remained, and Arthur motioned for everyone else to leave the throne room. Merlin and Gaius exchanged another share of looks, but followed out after everyone else.

"Yes Arthur?"

"Tell me you have something on your claims you spoke to me of last night?"

"Well, my sister just went missing so any chance of me finding anything-"

"I know, I understand I was just…" Arthur shook his head, and ran a hand through his golden hair. "It's an insane idea, and you might think I've lost it, but…"

Elyan waited patiently for Arthur to finish, but he made no move to do so.

"Arthur, are we not friends?"

Finally, the king sat on his throne, taking a moment to glance around the room just one more time.

"I know it resulted in the death of my father, my mother and corrupted Morgana. But this sorcerer you speak of, the magical presence, what other reason would he be in Camelot other than to help? He would have long brought us down before-"

"My lord, I only claim magical works inside of Camelot for the past year only, nothing more,"

"In the past year alone Elyan, we had the most peaceful year since before my father's reign. Whatever magic had happened, it resulted in peace and if-"

"Arthur, the peace you seek does not reside within the magical realm; it's in the knights, and your leadership. What I believe your suggesting will not bring Gwen back, the only way is to find her is with the resources we have always used,"

"So you advise me against the course of magic," Arthur clarified.

Elyan thought back to Merlin, and what he had seen.

"No, I think it is too early to start considering such courses of action, we will find her Arthur,"

Arthur nodded, standing once more.

"Your right, I'm overreacting, I'm going to lead the main search party, will you join me?" Elyan straightened his sword on his side and gave a stern nod.

"Yes,"

000

Mordred rode fast and hard all night, and well into the morning. The only breaks he took was for the horse not to die on him, and even then, those times were short and harsh.

Yet, as he came upon his location, he paused the heaving horse as he looked down upon the pile of rocks.

The peaceful druids, his own kin would not risk the magic that was needed to free them. But he was not of the peaceful sort, and he approached on foot towards the collapsed wall. His hand slipping over the small crystal that hung around his neck. The source of the magical net that had remained calm, for him.

"Ic ábíetee þæt stánhol," He chanted, and with ease the spell showed its work, as the rocks began to fall and crumble upon the ground before him.

It was barely a moment before druids began to gather in surprise at the entrance of the tunnel.

None of them however, were the one person in particular he had been seeking.

"I've come to free the Queen, for she is needed back in Camelot," He announced.

Then, as if she had heard his beckon, Guinevere came to the opening in surprise.

Before her, was a young man, dark unruly hair with the brightest blue eyes. Blue eyes she could only compare to one other boy she had met so long ago in Morgana's chambers. Yet, that had been so many years ago…

He came forward, and knelt on one knee before her.

"You may not remember me, My Lady, but you once save my life many years ago when I was sentenced to death. My name is Mordred, and I am indebted in yours and your husband's service,"

And thus, I must end it here!

As for the spell at the very end, it is the spell Merlin uses in the Beauty and the Beast Part 1 in Season 2 when Merlin is attempting to move the rocks the troll had trapped him in the lower parts of the castle.

Review for older Mordred? And What is he up to?