Sorry it has taken me so long to up-date. I have been a little busy getting ready for going back to school. I start up again next week, so I am going to try and up-date as much as I can before then. As I won't get much time after school starts.

In response to the reviews, thank you for them all again. I never really saw Gwaine as liking Morgana any-less. He just doesn't like her as much, in the same way as Arthur likes Gwen. I'm not quite done with the two of them together let.

Sorry no it was not that dress I meant. I have added a link to the one I meant in the review page, so please have a look. I listened to that song you mentioned. It really fits the relationship that I am trying to write for Merlin and Morgana. They do deep down care about each other but it hurts to much so they fight it back.

She may or may not see that look directed at her. She may also, or not give that look to someone. You have to wait and see. I'm glad it came across as them getting closer without knowing it really, that was what I was trying to get across.

Morgana woke just before the sun had risen. Her whole body ached. She could barely get the energy to open her eyes fully. After a few minutes she pulled herself from her bed., then Sat on the edge of the bed, for another few minutes. Finally when she had the energy to get up, she went over to her dresser drawer, pulled out her night gown, which she quickly changed into. Then made her way back to her bed where she curled up under her covers. There was no way she was going to get up that morning. Her body, magic hadn't fully recovered from their over use the that night. A few seconds after her head touched the pillow, and her eyes closed, she was asleep again. Gwen came in to check on her once she was dressed. When she saw her sleeping, relatively peacefully for her. She didn't have the heart to wake her.

She made her way down to the lower leave of the castle to see Merlin. She wanted to know what had happened last night. How much he knew about what Morgana was doing. Just as she was about to knock on the door to the physicians rooms, the door opened in-front of her.

"Morning Gwen." Gaius stepped out of her way, to let her in. As she passed him, he saw a slight look of worry on her face. "Is everything alright."

"Yes." she smiled. "I just need to talk to Merlin about something." He nodded and left.

She walked over to Merlin's room. Like before, the door opened before she had a chance to knock.

"Gwen..." He slowly walked over to her. "How...is she."

"Fine, sleeping...Merlin, what happened, what did..."

"What is going on Gwen." He knew exactly what was going on, he had helped her. He just had to act like he knew nothing, as always.

"Nothing, I expect she couldn't sleep again." It hurt a little that she was lying to him. He had expected it a little, and in away it was a good thing. It meant that if there was ever a time when he needed to trust her with a secret his greatest secret, he knew he could. Giving a little nod he let her think he believed her.

His eyes wondered around the room, not really wanting to look right at a friend that was lying to him, and he was lying to. As he did, he saw a bottle of Morgana's sleeping draft. "Maybe I should take her, her draft. Help her sleep." He walked over to pick the bottle up. Not giving Gwen a chance to say anything. He felt that he needed to talk to her, find out what she was planing to do next. Maybe even find out the extent of her new powers.

"I think that's a good idea." Gwen smiled at him, as the walked out into the corridor. He went one way, and she went the other. He would have to hurry to get to her chambers, and then to the main hall in time to sever breakfast.

On his way, he saw Gwaine walking down the corridor in-front of him. He was walking the same way as him, so he didn't see him. Merlin turned into a staircase, before he was seen by him. He didn't want to have to answer any questions about last night. Her door was closed, he knocked softly. Waited for a response, when he didn't get one, he carefully opened the door. The room was dark, as the curtains were still drawn. As quietly as he could he moved over to her bed. The only sound in the room was her tossing and turning. By the time he was standing by her bed, she had turned over to lie on her back. In the faint light he saw her face twitching a little. She must be having another dream. The kind she didn't seem to remember in the morning. He had never though very much about her dreams, how much they affected her. Of course he knew that they affected her, troubled her. He just thought that was only when she had a really bad dream. He never thought that they affected any time she was asleep. A part of him had kind of been jealousy of this power of hers. Now he was grateful he didn't have it.

As he tried to remember the words he heard her say that made her sister fall asleep, he moved his hand to rest on her forehead. Then as quietly as he could, and to the best of his recollection he spoke the words. He removed his hand, looking down at her. Her face seemed to have relaxed a little, she also had stopped twitching. Leaving the draft on her bedside table, he left her to sleep. She should sleep for a good few hours. After last night, she would need all the rest she could get. It also meant that he didn't have to worry about her causing trouble for a day at least.

Morgana slept through the rest of the day, and night. Gwen told Arthur and Uther that she seemed to have come down with what she had had. It had been harder than she expected for her to stop Uther going to check on her. Just before she went to sleep, she had gone to check on her. She was still sleeping, the thought of waking her up crossed her mind, but she let her sleep. At about the same time as she had done the day before, Morgana started to wake up. There was a faint voice in her head, calling her. It got louder and louder, till she heard it screaming her name. With the voice ringing in her head, she shout up in her bed. Her eyes wide open in panic, as she realised who's voice it was.

Not caring that she was in her night gown, and barefoot, she fled from her chambers and out of the castle. The streets where quite, as she ran through them, towards the fence. As she got closer she heard screaming again. This time it wasn't in her head. She stopped running and froze the second she saw the people that were screaming. They were those that had been forced to stay behind the fence. They were pushing and screaming to be let out. A small group of guards shouted back at them, to move away. Just like she had seen in her dream when she woke up back here. How could she have forgotten that till now. If she had remembered then she could have done more to help them. She only made out small snatches of what was being shouted. Those that had been sick, had died.

She clenched her eyes shut, a single tear run down her face. Her body wanted to stay where it was, but she couldn't allow herself to do that. When he legs started to give away, as she tried to move closer to the fence without the guards from seeing her. She mutter the transportation enchantment under her breath. She reappeared in the living room of Morgane's house. Her legs gave out under her, and she hand to hold onto the table next to her to keep her standing. As she took a second to catch her breath, Morgane came running into the room. Morgana pulled herself to her full height.

"I'm sorry..."

"You said I could always reach you. You would always hear me."

"I..." I was asleep felt like a very poor thing to say. "I heard you, I just...I was to late. I'm sorry."

She moved over to the young witch. As she reached out to place a hand on the girls shoulder, she moved away. "I trusted you. I thought we were the same. He's dead, dead and its your fault."

Morgane's yelling caused her sister to enter the room too. She didn't say anything, she just looked at Morgana with cold eyes. "We should get going, come on." Morgane turned to follow her.

"Wait, where are you going."

"Away from here, before we die." Morgana tried to say something, but before she could, Morgane removed the bracelet from her wrist. Then threw it at Morgana's feet. "I don't need you, or your help."

There was nothing she could say, do to get them to stay. Nothing she could do to help them. She had seen a little of herself in Morgane, not just the name, or the magic. She had grown up without a mother. Had a father that she loved and admired, and a older sister that she relied on. She knew how scared she must be, alone. She had hoped that by making sure she was there for her to talk to, help her control, understand her magic, then she would be able to stop her ending up like her. Alone, frightened, feeling like a monster, outsider. In the end she had failed, she had ended up just like her. Having to run away, because someone you trusted let you down. What she had wanted to avoid had happened.

Leaning on the table again, she spoke the enchantment and returned to her chambers. She stood in the centre of her chambers, her legs gave out under her again. With nothing to hold onto she feel to the ground. She tried to fight it back, bite her lip, but the tears came. All of those people, dead. It was her fault, she had missed something. It wasn't the plague, but she had just assumed it was a simple sickness, so didn't look hard enough to find out what it specifically was. She had let them down. Her intentions had been good, they always had been. Let she never succeeded. She was always the one that lost, always.

She wasn't aware that she had been sobbing out loud. She must have been though, because soon a pair of comforting familiar arms, draped around her. Her head was placed on Gwen's shoulder, as she held her tight, while she cried her heart out. She cried for the people that she had tried to save, and failed at. For the little girl that would now end up like her. For so long she had not allowed herself to cry. Seeing it as being weak, when she had to be strong to keep going. If she let herself cry, fall apart, then she worried she would never be able to pick herself up again. So she also cried for the sister she loved, and she had to push away. For the boy probably being corrupted, turned into a weapon by Alvarr right now. Also for herself. All the lies she was told, all the times she was pushed aside, rejected. Had someone chosen over her. Had to hide who she was. The tears kept coming, but she started to bite her lip to stop from sobbing out loud. When she seemed to calm down, the sobbing and shaking of her shoulders stopped Gwen helped pull her to her feet. Then lead her over to her bed, where she lay her down, pulling the covers over her. In doing so she saw her bear feet that were cut and bruised from running through the streets. Stroking the hair, and kissing her on the check, Gwen left her to rest again.

Like the day before, when asked by Arthur and Uther she said Morgana was still tired and should rest. They seemed a little worried, about Morgana, and also what she maybe up to. The idea of telling them what Morgana had been doing, what she had helped her to do, crossed her mind. That would only get them both into trouble, it could ruin everything. She had to hope Morgana would get better. It didn't take long for news of what had happened to those that had been sick to reach those in the castle. Gwen then understood fully why Morgana had been crying like that. It had shocked and frightened to see her like that. The one thing she had always thought Morgana was, was strong. She had never seen her cry, not once. Despite knowing how sever the consequences could be, she hated lying to Arthur, keeping something from him. So she made a deal with herself, if Morgana wasn't any better tomorrow, she would tell him everything.

Morgana hadn't been able to fall asleep. She had lain awake with her mind racing. There was so much she was thinking off, she couldn't shut her mind off. The things that kept coming up over and over again, where the questions that kept bothering her. She had so many questions, about so many things. With the sun set, the city shadowed in darkness, she realised where she could get the answers she wanted. Making her way slowly and carefully over to her wardrobe, she pulled out her black dress. The one she had worn when she was living with the druids. She pulled the black cloak on over it, as a grin spread across her face. For the second time that day she spoke the transportation enchantment.

She appeared in a clearing a mile or so from the city walls. She still felt a little light-headed, from using her magic so much, but she also felt her heart racing from adrenaline. Focusing as much as she could, she called out his name loudly in her head. He had always heard her call before, this should be no different.

A few minutes ticked by, then the wind picked up. Her hair blew into her face, and an evil grin that spread across her face. "It's nice to see you again, Kilgharrah."

"Why have you called me here witch."

"I know that you think that is an insult, but I take it as a honour. A title I gladly wear."

"Unlike princess, daughter, sister or friend."

"There are more important things. Aren't you happy, I'm back in Camelot. I believe in Arthur,that he may be able to change thing. Isn't that what you wanted."

The dragon lowered his head to face her. "Power, is that what is more important than friends." Morgana flinched a little under his strong gaze. "I can see it in your eyes, dark magic. What have you done."

"Gained knowledge, and that is what's more important than friends. You can never have to much though, that's why I called you here. There are something's I need you to tell me."

He pulled his head back now. "Why would I tell you anything of importance. When you have mad it clear you don't listen to my words. Morgan."

"I'm hurt Kilgharrah. I thought we were...friends in a way."

"My loyalty is not to you."

"It is to Emrys though isn't it. You only told me, talked to me to help him, didn't you. I only have one question for you. I though I had more, but there is just one that keeps running round my head. I can't get it to stop nagging."

"What is that."

"Why them. Why Emrys and Arthur. What is so special about them. I have meet Emrys, I know more magic than he dose. The crown, is as much my birth right as it is Arthur's. So why am I the one that is denied, pushed away, like I'm nothing. Ignored, made to fail at everything I try to do. What is so great about them." She had started of calmly, but as she went on her voice grew louder and darker.

"That right there, witch. That anger, that pain. The darkness in your eyes, is why it is them and not you. You are storing yes, but weak on the inside. Living in the past, you will never be happy. The best you can hope for is that you stay out of their way and live to enjoy magic returning." She was shacking, her hands clenched shut. "You are evil, dark. Your magic, your strength. It all comes from hate. That is all you know how to feel, can't feel any other emotion, you are dead inside."

She was silenced, as she took in what was said. With what sounded to her like an odd laugh, the great dragon took off into the sky. Leaving her alone again. An small grin spread across her face. "Maybe your right." She whispered under her breath. Her grin turned into a smirk, as she turned to walk back to the castle.

No good deed goes unpunished. She had heard that before, but now it seemed to make sense. Everything she had tried to do, had been done with the best of intentions. Yet in the end she had lost, suffered because of it. Her old creed that she lived by had been, sometimes you have to do what you believe is right, damn the consequences. Now it was, no good need goes unpunished. The path to hell is paved with good intentions, and nice guys finished last, worked to. She was done with trying to do what she thought was right, it always ended up hurting her. From now on she was done with good deeds. Maybe deep down she had really been selfish, rather than doing good, that was why things never worked out. That didn't matter any more, whether she had been trying to do good or not, she was finished with trying. They all thought she was evil, cold, heartless, a dark witch. Well if that was what they thought of her, they who was she to disappoint them. They wanted her to be that so much, they pushed her into it. With all their lies and rejection. Then fine, that was what she would be, what they made her. A evil witch, bent on killing them all. Maybe she wouldn't go that far, but she was finished acting. From now on she was going to sit back and watch as Camelot fell, as she always knew it would. Enjoying ever minute of it, stirring it a little too.

Just ahead of her, she saw something in the faint moonlight. It was the grave markings, for those that had just dies. The people she had tried to save. Her cold face, and mentality started to thaw. Using the last bit if energy she had, she used the transportation enchantment to take her back to the chambers. She couldn't walk past the graves, she just couldn't.

She was to weak to control fully where she would reappear, she ended up in the lower level of the castle. Her head was spinning, all sound dropped away. Her legs almost gave out under her, she was just able to reach out to the wall. The cold stone wall was a little comfort to her, as she felt a thin layer of sweet on her forehead. Leaning against the wall, she lifted her hand to her face. She felt a thin trail of blood running down from her nose. After a minute to gather her nerve she lifted her hand to her eyes. It felt like tears running down her cheeks,but she knew better. The warm liquid stun her finger tips. In the faint light, she could see the dark red blood on her hand. It looked darker and there seemed to be more of it than the last time. Her knees buckled, and see slide down the wall. It felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. Air was getting hard to get, it felt a little like she was being poisoned again. The blood seemed to pour more from her eyes and nose, as the world around her slipped further away.

A sudden sharp pain shout through her stomach. Her mouth opened to yell out, put her mouth was to dry to make a sound. Just before she blacked out, a hand took hold of her arm, pulling her to her feet. She almost feel over, but fell into the person that helped her up. They didn't seem very strong, as whoever they were, they didn't really try and carry her. They seemed to just support her, dragging her along the corridor.

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it. I kind of like the idea of Merlin trying to help Morgan and ending up making things worse. That seems to be a very Merlinly thing to do. I should point out that it was not a mistake when the dragon called Morgana, Morgan. He meant to call her that, like Morgan Le fay. I really loved writing the part at the end, the change of her outlook on life. I really hope it works. That it makes sense why she has stopped trying to change things really. I also worried that I was making her too good, she still I think needs to have a evil side.

So I said a few times that the dream Morgana had when she returned to Camelot would come up again. The next two things she saw in that dream happened in this chapter. The people screaming, and the graves. The next one is Arthur fighting and about to be hurt. It maybe awhile before that happens though.

The next chapter should be a important one. Something big will happen, something that will lead on to the next part of the story. It is also a very big turning point in the story to. Like always please review and let me know what you think. Thank you.