"Arthur, look at me." Freya whispers, taking his face in her hands pulling it to where his eyes had nowhere else to avert to.

"I'm not saying that Merlin is a definite wraith…You said yourself that Morgause had the Cup of Life…There is a chance that Merlin can be saved." Arthur blinks back his tears and nods his head rapidly, closing his eyes trying to calm himself. He clasps his shaking hands around her wrists needing to feel he isn't alone. That he isn't going crazy.

"I-if Merlin isn't a wraith," Arthur rasps, clearing his throat awkwardly at having cried in Freya's arms. "How do we save him?" The blonde roughly rubs his eyes with his tunic's sleeve.

"That's a good question…I can't say that I have ever dealt with anything like this before." Freya brings her hand to her jaw and tucks her free arm under her other in deep thought. Arthur follows her every movement, his eyebrows fused almost permanently together.

"Wait…," Freya murmurs staring into the water, shaking her forefinger at nothing in particular.

"What is it?" Arthur yelps nervously, wringing his hands together tightly and walking towards the pacing woman.

"I think there is something…" Freya trails off looking into the water. She bends down and cups the water in her hand, letting it trail down her slim arm.

"Uh…I don't follow," Arthur says confusedly and kneels down next to Freya and cups a handful of water himself hoping to see what she saw. He lets the water trail down his own arm, eying Freya's expression all the while. He sighs frustrated and allows the rest of the water to drip down his hand.

"The water…" Freya whispers to herself, a wide smile forming on her face.

"I still don't get it," Arthur sighs, shrugging his shoulders out of frustration.

"Arthur don't you see?" Freya asks excitedly, lifting the water she held up to his face. "The water has healing abilities, remember? It healed you!" The king stares at hand, confusion sweeping over his strong features. He absentmindedly brings a hand to his forehead and gently brushes over his bruise; understanding quickly floods his face and he involuntarily gasps with excitement.

"You don't think…?!" Arthur stops his statement, a kid-like smile warping his face as he stares at the smiling brunette.

"I think it's worth a shot!" Freya beams him a toothy grin.

Merlin

"HEY!" Lancelot screeches, throttling the iron bars with everything his lethargic body would allow him. "MORGANA! MORGAUSE…!" He receives no response, only the cold breeze that whistles through the pitch black room. It had to be only mid-day but the darkness that surrounded them told otherwise… The only light they have comes from the faint glow of the torch that hangs on the opposite wall facing the dungeon.

"Lance, I really don't think that's working…" Elyan grumbles, putting his hand on his forehead.

"I say, let him do what he needs to," Percival murmurs, nodding his head in Lancelot's direction who continues to yell his heart out.

"They're not coming back. It's been nearly three hours already…" Elyan leans his head in his hands whilst Leon flinches in his corner at the knight's words.

"Dammit…" Lancelot pants, his hands clasping onto the bars as his legs threaten to give way.

I promised…Lancelot squeezes his eyes shut and leans his forehead against the cold iron.

"Lancelot, bring them back." The knight gulps back the tears that threaten to spill down his face.

Cruel…The knight's hands curl around the bars tighter until his knuckles turn stark white. He gasps as he feels a strong hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Percival whispers to him as Lancelot realizes he must be crying. He quickly wipes his eyes and nods just as quick.

"Mhm..." Percival grumbles, folding his arms across his chest and giving the knight a knowing look. "We all feel useless. We couldn't protect the one we swore our lives too…Some of us…" -Percival turns his head to glance at Leon- "…possibly more than others…" The large knight squeezes his brother's shoulder gently before releasing it. He leans back against the bars next to Lancelot who stares at him incredulously.

"You are always so calm," Lancelot murmurs as he stares, longingly, out the bars.

"Mm…Same could be said for you. That is, until now." Percival smiles slightly at him and Lancelot chuckles darkly.

"I cannot indulge in such comfort…my heart is too distorted with fear…Too full of lonesomeness. My heart is ice…Frozen asThe Cailleach'…" Lancelot involuntarily flinches as a chill runs down his spine.

Percival looks at him in puzzlement; he opens his mouth to say something but his cut off by the growl that comes from the knight's mouth and the feminine chuckle that quickly follows from behind his back. Percival's arm hairs stand on end as he flings himself away from the bars and spins around to find a smiling blonde, possibly the woman "Morgause," staring at them, pure excitement in her eyes. Elyan scrambles to his feet, as well as Leon who almost falls back down at the attempt.

Lancelot's face distorts with rage. This is the woman who killed Merlin. This is the woman who made my world crumble…The woman who stole Arthur…Mentally and physically. He charges at the bars, pure fury in his brown eyes. Percival lunges forward, wrapping his thick arms around his friend, Lancelot snarls with rage and claws desperately at the knight's arms to release him.

"I always perceived you as the silent, yet, noble type, Sir Lancelot." The blonde laughs gleefully through the bars as the knight thrashes more in the powerful man's arms.

"Bite me!" Lancelot snarls, making Morgause' smile widen until it looked as if it hurt.

"Ah…What music that phrase is to my ears…The last person who said that died by my blade." Morgause' eyes glisten evilly hoping they caught on with what she was implying.

All of the knights freeze, the sentence repeating itself over and over in their heads. Percival lets go of Lancelot, his face a blank stare. Lancelot takes the opportunity to lunge towards the bars, his left hand reaching desperately at the blonde who laughs blissfully, stepping away from his grasp. Elyan stares at the woman, the words still vibrating in his mind:

"The last person who said that died by my blade… "-Died by my blade"… "…By my blade."

By her blade…The knight repeats in his head. It is easy to guess to whom she was referring to, he isn't stupid…Only shocked at how heartless it was said…He was never really close to Merlin…No, but he knew he had a kind heart. He knew of his unimaginable loyalty to Arthur. He still couldn't get the image out of his head: Merlin, lying on the ground, blood covering his frail body…Gashes everywhere…It was enough to drive you crazy. Did he deserve a death so…cruel? No.

"You witch…!" Leon gasps and joins Lancelot at the bars; only he glares at the woman, knowing what could happen if you piss them off…Gwaine could happen. He slightly turns his head around to stare at his friend's unmoving form. The form he had been watching for over three hours now… Morgause follows his line of sight, her magic cuts through the dark room like a knife allowing her to see everything the dark had to hide.

"Ah…What do we have here?" The blonde asks indifferently, a wicked smile much like her sister's forms on her lips as she sees Gwaine lying in the middle of the floor, his face turned away from the bars.

"I see Morgana released her frustrations on one of your friends!" The witch breaks out laughing, clasping her hands in a moment of pure joy. Elyan steps in front of Gwaine, blocking her icy stare.

"Fuck off," Elyan murmurs, his voice wavering with hatred and disgust.

"Unfortunately, for you, I can't. Morgana has called me here gather you…" Morgause' smile widens even further, her eyes glistening with anticipation. A chill of fear runs up the knights' spines as the witch' dark brown eyes sparkle in the dark room.

"Just you wait…" Morgause whispers enthusiastically walking closer to the bars. All of the knights back away, either involuntarily or vice versa. The hatred that flows from her made them all sick…

"Wait to see what we have in store for you."

Sooo…I'm going to stop this here. I needed a chapter for the knights. :]

Also, believe me, Morgause is right. Just you wait….BWAHAHAHAHA.

I have at least one more chapter with Freya and Arthur…I know that I have a lot of those however, they're very important to the story. I love Freya and I had to add her in here somewhere… She is PERFECT for this… My plot is coming along quite nicely…*rubs hands together evilly*…Yes, yes…VERY nicely…

After this chapter it gets kind of crazy. I can't wait. :]]

Please give me some feedback, I love hearing from you guys!

Dear, laughandlove,

Thank you SOOO much for your review! Thank you for reading! I find it amazing that people all over the world can read my story…I live in a small town and it's amazing to think about… Also, I agree, there isn't enough angst in the show! It made me upset to see how willingly Merlin would sacrifice himself for Arthur and the royal never knew of his loyalties and just how far he would be willing to go…I needed some protective!Arthur!

I'm happy you enjoyed "Merlin's Death" (that sounded weird). :] I had such a fun time writing it…I feel that I now have a greater grasp on the men's emotions now… Lancelot's going to break my heart, I swear. :[

Also, I LOVE writing Morgause/Morgana lines…So much evil…So much fun lol.

Thank you very much for your support!

I love angst. ;]

Love you guys and, as always, best wishes!

Lthien~