A/N: It's been way too long! I'm sorry for not updating sooner. Life's been a bit busy lately. So the end is roughly about 8 chapters. Here are the first two.

Chapter 25

She awoke in the forest. Stretching, the woman looked around her unfamiliar surroundings, dismayed that nothing jogged her memory. She tried to remember her past, but nothing worked. She had no idea how long she'd been in the forest. Every day, she'd rise and walk, seeking a person to talk to. She would find no one.

Her dreams at night were filled with terrifying images of fire, blood and death. She found she hated sleep. She lived this way for weeks before she finally made it out of the forest. Finding a road, she slowly made her way on it. A few hours later she found a house. Her heart glad, she made her way towards it.

An image of an older man flashed before her. His maniacal eyes gleamed as his hand tightened upon her neck. Her screams filled the air as she crumpled to the ground. Hearing horse hooves slamming against the ground, she passed out in exhaustion.

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Gwen sat between Dindrane and Fenice inside of the castle's drawing room. Gwen yawned, feeling tired, which was unlike her. She hadn't tired in the middle of the day since she recovered from dying. She hid her yawn behind her hand and tuned in the conversation surrounding her.

"They found her on the road. Her clothing was torn, but she was wearing a ring. The knights patrolling the road brought her in. The King recognized the signet ring from the house of Goloris on her finger." Fenice was explaining the shocking news that raced through the castle.

Gwen's eyes widened slightly. Fully awake now, she turned to her friend. "Did you say the house of Goloris?"

Her friend nodded. Rising abruptly, Gwen walked quickly out of the room. The two ladies stood and followed, knowing their hasty exit would cause many tongues to wag. They found her in an alcove, pacing rapidly.

"Gwen my dear, what's wrong?" Dindrane asked.

"I think I may know this person."

Gwaine sat in a council meeting. This one held his attention. The description of the woman found on the road bore a striking resemblance to Morgana. Remembering the details of Gwen's dream, he knew that he had to find out for sure.

After the Council Meeting, Gwaine asked for a private audience with the King. The King agreed. Truly the King liked the man and his wife a great deal.

"What is it, Lord Gwaine?" The King asked.

"Sire, I think I have met this lady before." King Lionel looked intrigued by this.

"How so?"

"By your description of her, she sounds like the Lady Morgana of Camelot, King Uther's ward. I'd have to see her to be certain."

"How do you know this?"

"Camelot is where Lady Guinevere and I are from." The King looked surprised by this revelation. He knew the gentleman before him was a man of honor. He wondered how they ended up here, so far away from Camelot.

"How did you end up here?"

Gwaine decided to stick with the truth. He briefly told the King of Gwen's failed engagement, and his decision to follow and ensure her safety. The king nodded, merely curious.

"What do you know of Lady Morgana?"

Again, Gwaine was truthful. He told the king what he knew, including the fight against the immortal army. The king nodding, just took it all in.

"How well does your wife know her?"

"Sire before the uprising, she was her handmaid." The king's brows rose at this.

"Bring your wife here. I'd like to speak with her." Gwaine nodded, and bowing, left to get her.

Meanwhile, Gwen was sitting with Lady Dindrane and Lady Fenice in the parlor of Dindrane's apartment. She had briefly told them her suspicions that this lady was someone who was quite evil.

"There has to be some way I can see her to be sure," Gwen said.

"I heard her maid takes her for walks in the gardens in the afternoon." Fenice said.

"Let's make plans to be there. We can sew or something. Gwen can see if this is who she thinks it is." The three women nodded at Dindrane's plan. The older woman fixed her eyes on Gwen, noting that something about her looked different. She was about to ask when there was a knock on the door. A servant answered it, and ushered Gwaine into the room.

Gwen's heart quickened a bit as she gazed upon him, and looking carefully at his face, wondered what was wrong. His walk and demeanor seemed carefree, but the slight furrow of his brows clued her in to the fact all was not as it seemed.

"My lady, the King requests your presence immediately." Gwen rose quickly, and taking her husband's arm left the room. Soon they were in the King's study. It turned out the King wanted to know more about his mysterious guest. Gwen, like Gwaine, remained honest and answered his questions. Her husband looked surprised that Gwen had witnessed her practicing witchcraft. The king appeared concerned at her statements. He did not want such a potential threat in his kingdom, though she appeared harmless. The sensible thing it seemed was to send her home and give Camelot the chance to try her for her crimes. He however, kept this thought to himself. He thanked them for their time and dismissed them.

In the hallway, Gwen raised her face to her husband and spoke, her voice a whisper.

"I heard she takes a turn in the garden." Folding her hand under his arm, the pair headed there. Sitting on a bench, they waited. Gwen turned to face her husband.

"I wonder if this has anything to do with those dreams I had." A cool breeze swirled through the garden, and Gwen shivered a little. In their haste to go to the garden, she'd forgotten her wrap. Gwaine put his arm around her and tucked her into his side.

"I'm sure we will find out soon enough." Gwaine replied. The pair continued to wait in silence.

Their wait was short. The woman walking with an attendant was Morgana. But it was not the woman they remembered. Her frame was thinner and her fine clothes hung from her body. A white streak shot through the center of her hair. Her eyes were vacant. A shiver passed through Gwen when her empty green eyes landed on her.

No spark of recognition came from her.