Dear Readers,

This is another small chapter but it is necessary; I think. I spent most of today printing off Merlin pictures and making a mood board (which now looks proudly down at my room from above my desk), thus my excuse for not updating earlier. But it's here now so yay!

Love from,

The-Mysterious-Scribe

-xxx-

P.S. Voting on whether the sequel has a Dark!Merlin mini theme or not closes at noon tomorrow- at the moment it looks like a 'yes' but it's not too late to have your say -x-

My oppressors had nearly dragged me to my bedroom now. My feet kicked out wildly at the guards and my arms thrashed violently, but no good came of my efforts. As I entered my chambers I yelled out loud in pure frustration:

"I will never forgive you for this father!"

The guards bowed ironically as they left me in my room. There was no point in trying to escape because I knew they were outside, I could hear their voices as they floated through the gap between the ground and the door.

I pressed my head against the tiled floor, I could see only the feet of guards through the gap.

And there I stayed with my ear to the ground for a while, it was a cooling cold against my face and reminded me of when I was a child.

My father used to lock me in my chambers nigh on every week for one reason or another.

I remember one time when me and Morgana had a race through the castle; I was in the lead by a few metres and about to cross the finish line (which was a collection of my father's red robes laid out in a line) when I glanced back to see where Morgana was, tripped, and crashed into a suit of armour.

The tremendous 'Bang' it made caused my father to walk out of the throne room and see what was going on.

To say he 'wasn't impressed' would be an understatement, I was taken to my room by my father personally, where he spent nearly an hour scolding me.

Morgana always used to pick on me about that- How my father, our father, never told her off about the incident. That was before Morgana… changed.

I think it was her magic that changed her in the end. It twisted her mind, corrupted her loyalties and completely changed her from a loving sister, friend and daughter to- well there's no other way of saying this- a witch.

And she was my sister, once. Whether I knew of our blood relation or not I would always have given my life for her without thought- without a seconds thought. Because to me she was my little sister and I was her big brother, I would have done what any big brother would have done; Looked after her.

But now? Now she truly has betrayed my father and I in ways Merlin never could. So what if Merlin is a sorcerer? (Ok, I still can't accept the simple fact but one day I hope to do so) Merlin risked his life to defend my father from his own flesh and blood.

Whereas Morgana tried to kill my father on at least two occasions that I know of. How could she? How could she do this to us?

She probably would've succeeded if Merlin hadn't saved us. How dare my father call him a traitor? How dare he? Without Merlin he wouldn't be here, I wouldn't be here, probably most of the guests at the hall wouldn't be here.

Now that's a weird thought; Merlin being a hero. Although it's still not as weird as him having magic (and a lot of magic).

I stood up and paced around my chambers for a while before sitting down at my desk. I could think of nothing but the injustice of the situation.

Argh! My anger flailed wildly inside me like a tormented animal. I reached for a nearby book and flung it at the door. It met the wood with a satisfying 'clunk' and bounced on to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Author's note: How was that? I hope it was ok *-hopeful smile-*.

If I get time to update tomorrow then I will but I cannot make any promises because it's less than a week until I have three GCSE tests and I really need to revise. I also need to wrap this story up because I just can't get the last few chapters right :S

Love you -x-