Oh wow... tomorrow it would have been 3 months since I last updated this fanfiction... I'M SO SORRY GUYS!
I've been so busy and writing the next chapter just completely slipped my mind until I was sorting out some files and found my FanFiction folder which had been pushed into a dark corner of my Desktop Tidy. O.o
So, here it is, the next chapter! I hope it's not too OOC considering I haven't watched any Merlin repeats in such a long time!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Merlin. :'(

Morgana circled the wooden staff embedded in the stone floor. The walls and floor around her were shaking; it seemed as if the very earth was trembling at the sheer power of the instrument of magic. A smirk twisted across her features. No-one could stop her now.

Camelot would fall, Uther would die, and magic would be restored. But before the latter could happen, they had to deal with Arthur. Morgana felt a slight pang of sorrow at this notion. Arthur would have to die to allow her to take the throne. The raven-haired woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. She didn't want to kill Arthur; he had been like a brother to her. But it was necessary. That was what Morgause had told her. That was what she had to remember. Arthur would just be one more casualty in the fight for the freedom of magic.

Just then, she spun around with a gasp at the sound of footsteps running towards her in the catacombs. It was Merlin. Why did he have to be so interfering?

Because he cares about you, a small voice in her head said. He wants to guide you back to the right path.

No. He is just like the others.

Is he? He didn't tell anyone about your magic, he didn't tell Arthur about you being in league with Morgause…

But he will.

Are you sure?

Morgana blocked out the voice in her head and removed all emotion from her face before speaking. "You should leave now, while you still have a chance," she said coldly.

"Morgana, please, I beg you-"

Merlin was cut off by the sound of falling rock. Morgana looked up, her smile spreading. Soon the plan would be complete and Camelot would be nothing.

"Women and children are dying, the city will fall." Merlin shouted.

"Good."

"No, you don't mean that."

Morgana closed her eyes. She would not let him get close. She would not let him convince her to stop. She was strong, stronger than him. She may have had a moment of weakness in the forest, but that had passed. She opened her eyes.

"I have magic Merlin. Uther hates me and everyone like me, why should I feel any differently about him?"

"You of all people could change his mind! But doing this, using magic like this, it will only harden his heart!" He took a step closer to her, but she took a step back. She would not be swayed.

"You don't have magic Merlin, how could you possibly hope you understand?" she shouted at him, letting all her anger and hurt out in a brief burst of emotion.

"I do understand, believe me." Morgana shook her head. Morgause was the only one who understood her, understood what she was going through. No-one else.

"If… if I had your gifts, I would harness them for good," he whispered, taking another step forwards. Morgana stepped back again. "That is what your powers are for, that is why you were born with them."

"You don't know what it's like to be an outsider. To be ashamed of how you were born, to have to hide who you are!" her voice became louder and louder with every word, all the anger and confusion she was feeling building up inside her.

He said nothing, but she saw tears shimmer in his sapphire blue eyes.

"Do you think I deserve to be executed for who I am?" she whispered dangerously.

He shook his head silently. "It doesn't have to be like this," he whispered. He took another step towards her, and this time she did not move back. "We can find another way."

Morgana wished there was another way. She did not want to have to kill anyone, not really. She was not a murderer. She wanted to live in Camelot, among her friends. Because whatever she tried to tell herself, whatever Morgause told her, they were her friends. Gwen, Arthur… Merlin. She wanted to be accepted for who she was, to be able to use her gifts to help, not to hinder. But with Uther upon the throne and Arthur set to follow in his footsteps, that could not happen.

"There is no other way," she whispered. She realised that her own eyes were filling with tears. No, I will not show any emotion, she told herself fiercely, emotion shows weakness.

"Showing your emotions is not showing weakness, Morgana," Merlin said softly, as if he had read her mind. "There is another way." He took another step towards her, putting his hands on her arms. She did not resist. "Come back to me Morgana. Come back to Camelot, to your friends. You don't have to do this."

"You don't understand Merlin; I couldn't." A tear rolled down her cheek and she made no effort to brush it away. "I could not go another day in Camelot having to hide my gifts and bearing this burden alone, knowing that I could be executed at any time just for something that I did not choose, something I cannot control. Morgause helped me; she helped me to control my powers and made me feel like I wasn't a monster. She made me understand what had to be done to allow magic to roam free in Camelot."

Merlin took a deep breath. "What if… what if you didn't have to bear that burden alone? What if there was someone who could help you?"

"We already tried the druids, remember? And every one of them was slain by Uther's men," she spat. Morgana tried to move back, but Merlin held her tight.

"I'm not talking about the druids Morgana. I'm talking about someone right here in Camelot."

She looked at him, confused. What was he saying?

This was it. This was his chance to tell her what he should have told her so long ago. "Morgana… there's something I've been hiding from you. Something that I need to tell you now. And I am sorry. I am so, so sorry that I did not tell you sooner."

He took his hands off her arms, and cupped them in front of him. She looked down at them. Merlin let the familiar warm glow of his magic bubble up inside him, and his eyes flashed gold. In his hands a single flame burned. With another flash of golden eyes, the flame danced and morphed into a dragon, before flying up and away and dissolving into the air. He saw Morgana's eyes follow it, before they came back to rest on Merlin.

"Morgana, I have magic."

Dun dun DUUUUUUUN!
Please review, constructive criticism is great as I would love to learn how to become a better writer. :)
I WILL finish this story eventually guys, don't give up on me, it just may take a while... XD