Author's Note: Post season 3.

Morgana fled from the city, tears running down her cheeks. Her whole body shook with sobs and she could barely see where she was going, she was blinded by tears. She had barely made it out of Camelot when she heard the cry go up from the city that it had been retaken and that Morgana was no longer queen.

She felt immense anger rising within and she wished that she could destroy Camelot right then and there, but her magic wasn't strong enough. "Bid your time, sister." The memory of Morgause's words only fueled her furry. If they had simply dethroned her, she would not be nearly as angry as she was. It was the loss of her sister's life that enraged her.

Merlin. Her eyes shone with hatred as she thought of the young man who had some how managed to thwart time and time again. He had been the one who had emptied the Cup of Life of the blood it contained, and Morgana was absolutely certain that he was the one responsible for Morgause's death.

How, she did not know nor did she really care as it made little difference to her at the moment. Morgause was dead and Merlin was responsible, that was all the really mattered and one way or another he would pay.

Morgana had just reached the forest surrounding Camelot when she stopped. A voice, loud and clear spoke in her mind. "Morgana." A smile stretched across her face. She hadn't heard that voice in over a year, yet she recognized it all the same. Mordred.

A boy stepped out from behind on of the trees and his icy blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at her. Morgana ran forward and threw her arms around him. "Mordred."

"Why were you crying, Morgana?"

Morgana sighed and straightened up. "My sister, Morgause, is dead. Merlin killed her." She clenched his hands. "He will pay for it too."

"He does have a lot to answer for."

"Will you help me?"

"Of course, but first there is someone who should be reunited with." Morgana looked at him in puzzlement. Then a figure came forward and Morgana gasped in delight.

"Alvarr!" The man smiled and bowed.

"Your majesty."

"I am no longer the queen, Alvarr."

"To Mordred and me and others of our kind, you always will be." Morgana smiled and held out her hand to him, which he took and kissed.

"We have much to discuss, if you will come with us, your majesty."

"Certainly. Lead on." Morgana turned to follow Mordred and Alvarr deeper into the forest and that day the prophecy was fulfilled.