Mary's blue eyes shone with pleasure. Martha, her favorite spider friend, laid in her small delicate palm. "You did an amazing job, my eight legged friend." Martha jumped from her hand and dangled from her fingers.

Gwen's ball gown was utterly exquisite. A rich opal silk with lace overlay along the sleeves and bodice. The dress' sleeves were ¾ lengths along. It glimmered a different color depending on the angle of a person's eye or a soft flicker of candlelight. A small slivery feathery mask waited on Merlin's dresser for Gwen to adorn in a few short hours.

Mary smiled softly. "Come along, Martha. Our work is not done."

Mary skipped down Camelot's halls. Nobles' haughty eyes gazed over her scornfully. Mary stuck her tongue at them. "Well, Martha, nothing has changed in over twenty years. However did I live here as Queen? They muttered hateful things behind my back." Mary skipped along to Morgana's room. Uther needed to do something about his guards. Anyone can walk around here. It's amazing; her poor Arthur wasn't kidnapped as a small baby. Anyone can walk in here.

Mary heard Uther's loud cranky obnoxious voice shouting orders to some poor fool. Her small blond head peered around a door. She watched Uther strolling around his throne room; barking orders; and scaring poor handmaidens. How did I ever love him? I forgave his hurtful indiscretion with Morgana's mother, Mary mused to herself.

Mary couldn't be Igraine in Camelot. She couldn't allow anyone to see her as Igraine except Arthur. As Mary, it didn't hurt so deeply in her heart. Mary's arms never longed to cradle Arthur as baby, or listen to his happy giggles. Mary was never married to a brutal monster that destroyed a race of people. Mary never had to accept the harshness of reality. Igraine would assure her child had everything to make him a great king, the greatest king of all time. His name would lie in legend.

She brushed a tear from her sad blue eyes. She gazed at Uther one last time as her shadow faded down the hallway. She felt exhausted by the time she reached Morgana's chamber.

"Well, Martha, Morgana wants my son's throne. She will never rule Camelot as long as I have magic."

Mary smiled at her small friend. "Yes, she's sleeping on her bed. No, she doesn't plan ahead. "

Mary raised Martha closer to her ear. "Yes, she is quite beautiful. Don't be swayed by it. Beauty is an illusion. Does anyone every notice the beauty of your web? No, they just see a pesky spider."

Mary walked closer to Morgana's slumbering form. "Yes, too many late nights, my dear."

Morgana resembled a sleeping angel. Her long dark hair resting on her slender shoulders. Her lips painted crimson against pale snow like skin. A small smirk on her beautiful face. "I want you to crawl into her mouth and tie her jaw shut."

Martha scooted on Mary's hand. "Don't look at me like that. It won't harm her. She won't be able to reveal Gwen. Off you go."

Martha slowly dropped into Morgana's sleeping mouth. She used her spinners to smooth silk along her strong white teeth.

Mary stood like a statue in the center of Morgana's chamber. Her ears perked as she listened to faint small steps around her. "Come out my little friends. She smiled at 30 pairs of green eyes hiding under Morgana's wardrobe. "Yes, it is scary here. I'll get the glass. You can make the finest pair of slippers ever."

Mary pasted a smile on her face as she walked towards Alvarr. She slammed a hand against the center of the mirror.

"Wake up, Al," she called happily.

"That was painful, you demented demon child. That's why I hate children. Messengers of evil hidden under the shell of innocence," Alvarr wailed.

"Please, be quiet."

Alvarr sniffled and whined. "Aren't you afraid of waking the witch?"

'No, her mouth is a little busy."

"That's what I mean you crazy demented child… woman… fairy… thingy… messing with people's lives."

Mary folded her hands across her chest. "Do you want out of the mirror?"

"Yes, why are you being nice?"

"I need magical glass."

"You will have a severe consequence for your actions."

"I already paid their price."

"They always have a price."

Mary grew weary of speaking with Alvarr. She held a sliver wand twisted with rose gold in her trembling hand. Her blue eyes glowed amber as she uttered a few magical words. She placed the tip of her wand on Alvarr. Her blonde hair blew in a strong wind. Splinters of glass bounced around Morgana's room. One small splinter of clear glass dropped Morgana's window and landed on a cold cement balcony.

Mary cocked an eyebrow at the handsome man with deep brown eyes and dark blonde hair. Alvarr shook his arms as warmth crept into his broken body.

"Igraine-"

"My name is Mary. Igraine Pendragon died a very long time ago."

"Fine, Mary, Mary, so contrary, thank you."

"Do something good with your new life."

Alvarr smiled wickedly as his body evaporated into a fine mist. "I will always be at our beck and call, milady."

Mary nodded as Alvarr floated from her sight. Her small finger touched the broken mirror and slowly a new pane of glass formed. "Yes, keep watch over Morgana."

Mary used her silken slipper to brush the shiny shards of glass towards the wardrobe. "Use the glass, my friends. Craft Gwen's magical glass slippers. Be careful with your fingers. Don't let a piece pierce your skin. It will turn your heart as cold as stone." Tiny hands reached out and grabbed pieces of sharp glass.

A/N: the ball, some romance, finally, Gwenrella, and Merlin's ear grow like Dumbo! Mary is beginning to remind of the scary little girl that lives around the corner from me. She walks her iguana. My dog is name Jake. Her iguana is named Jake. She always on my side of the complex. "