So, my next chapter! This is my last free day before school tomorrow *groans* so I spent it writing this!

Now only 26 days to go...

P.S. Angry sister on the loose, I need to go. Spell check etc later, I promise!

In Memory of the Fallen

Chapter 36 – United We Stand

Gwaine's POV

Even though there was no difference in the tunnels whether it was day or night outside, Gwaine still knew about the concept of time, and it still passed in their underground room where he, Gaius and Dastan had spent the night in. And so, he knew that when he woke up, it was still fairly early in the morning (around the eighth strike of the bell) and that they had to get moving.

They had to reach Arthur, and to warn him.

That was all that the Knight felt now; determination and loyalty. He let it coarse through his blood and flow through his veins, giving him the single-mindedness that he now possessed. He let his feelings be pressed and squashed and cut and sown into oblivion, then when that got too big, he shoved them in a box and locked them away.

It was better that way, to not feel.

Slowly, he levitated his upper body off the bed, so that he could stand up. He stretched his arms and Gwaine grimaced at the twang of the muscles he go in his return. He turned and gazed at his companions. On a ledge closest to the door was Dastan, his hair tousled with shadowed eyes as she tried to desperately sleep on. On the other side of Gwaine was Gaius, still comfortably nestled in his blankets.

"Guys, we need to get moving," Gwaine said loudly, and his voice echoed around the chamber.

Dastan stirred, but lumbered on. He must have been exhausted with the amount of walking that they had done, and the terror and fear he must have felt would have tired him out, especially in those few moments when Gaius had to sort the Knight out before going back for the Servant Boy. It had been a close run between getting Dastan out of there and Morgana seeing them apparently, Gaius had reported to Gwaine as they walked in the secret passageway.

What was more disturbing, Gwaine had thought at the time (and still did, as a matter of fact) was that when they had entered the corridors, they could still hear Morgana's voice from the other side of the door... And that Lady Butter was accompanying her.

Every child in the City of Camelot knew who Morgana was. They had grown up at first (if they were old enough) with her kindness and her love of the people. The kindness had warped and festered itself into a hatred so dark that only creatures of the Night could understand it, and the love she had once felt was dictated into cruelty, which she inflicted onto the citizens of Camelot.

They all knew who she was and what she meant.

They all knew what it meant with the people who followed her.

And it was that fact, Gwaine concluded, which had made Dastan become immobile when he had stepped into the tunnels, and remain silent throughout the journey they had undertaken so far.

"You seem lost, Gwaine," Gaius said, standing in front of the Knight, succeeding in knocking Gwaine out of his dark thoughts. He extended a hand which he took gratefully and slowly, he pulled himself to his feet.

"I suppose I am," Gwaine muttered thoughtful. "I never knew that secret tunnels like these existed in Camelot, and I certainly don't know how to navigate them."

"That was not what I meant."

"Wasn't it?" Gwaine questioned and without waiting for a reply, he turned and clipped his belt which carried his weapons around his waist, and checked to make sure everything was there. He looked up, to gaze at Dastan who still slumbered on. "The Little Tyke is exhausted, poor thing. When we reach Arthur, he can stay behind."

"Of course," Gaius confirmed, "A Battle such as the one about to come is no place for a child. Or Injured Men."

Gwaine twisted sharply so that he could see Gaius. "I will fight, Gaius," He said angrily, "And nothing can stop me. Not you, not the King, not Merlin. I have a blood debt to pay and I will see it to be completed."

Gaius gazed at Gwaine with sadness and didn't say anything, for which the Knight was grateful for. He looked away, unable to look into those eyes that seemed to be all knowing, that were old.

"Dastan," Gwaine said, going over to wake the Little Boy, who was still curled up underneath his one little blanket. "It's time to go."

They ate as they walked along the dark passages, once again using the torch that Gaius had procured from somewhere. Occasionally, Dastan would hold a piece of the bread that he had been assigned near the flames, so that it would become hot and toasted. The chicken they had taken, they had made up little sandwiches with them -which Gwaine had of course already eaten. Even with his bigger amount of food than the other two because he needed the sustenance to recover - and the Knight resolved to himself that when he reached the forest, he would reward his effort by eating an apple.

Gwaine liked apples.

Absentmindedly, he wondered if Merlin, with his Magic, could conjure up more apples for him. Or ale. Or both. He could already feel his mouth watering at the thought of it, and the thought was further proved to be a good one when Gaius bit into a plump pear, the juice dribbling a little out of his mouth. That led Gwaine's wondering mind to more questions; after all what else could he think about when he was bored and trying not to concentrate on the pain other than food?

If say, Gwaine decided to get creative, and placed half of an apple and half of a pear together, if he got Merlin to fuse them together with his Magic, would it create a new fruit? Could Merlin do that? Or would the two different fruits not be compatible with one another because they grew on different trees?

"I could call it Applear of Appear..."

"Pardon?" Gaius asked, turning around in alarm as if expecting the Knight to be in great pain.

"Sorry?" Gwaine blinked at the Physician, wondering why they had all stopped and were looking at him.

"You were talking gibberish." Gaius accused, surveying the Knight closely.

"Oh." The Drunk replied. He hadn't realised he had spoken out loud.

He resolved to put the concept of the potential new fruit in the list of Things-I-Need-To-Ask-Merlin-About-What-He-Can-Do-With-His-Magic.

"I'm fine Gaius," The Knight tried to convince the Old Physician. "Let's continue, shall we? You can examine me on the way, if you really like, but we need to get to Arthur and the others fast. They have horses, remember."

They started off walking once again and subsequently, the Waxen Knight began to think, distracting himself.

And, thinking of two fruits that might not be compatible with each other, Gwaine thought about Lord Butter. And then Morgana.

Morgana was powerful. Hell, she was really powerful, being the 'Last High Priestess of the Old Religion' (Gwaine only knew about that long title was because every time they had fought against one another, she always brandied the term around as if expecting great praise and applaud) and the Rightful Queen of Camelot and all that pile of Horse dung. Her Sister admittedly (and sadly) taught her well when it concerned her Magic and so it was so strong Gwaine was surprised that it had only appeared when she was a young woman and not a little girl.

But Gwaine was confident in Merlin.

Gwaine was sure that the Manservant could win against her. Merlin had gone up against so many things; Morgana should be a doddle for him...

Yeah?

So the conflicting thoughts and the frightening prospect that waited bewitched Gwaine as they walked on.

Arthur's POV

They had made good progress, Arthur admitted to himself as he studied their surroundings as they passed through the forest. When they had originally headed out on the horse ride so that the fresh, clean air might be able to somehow help Guinevere, they had only done two days ride. Even less than that, really, considering that they had set a pace that was a little faster than walking pace, and that they had had to stop regularly so that it wouldn't get too uncomfortable for his poor wife.

And now, they already had a late night's worth tucked under their belt as well as what they had done so far ever since they had woken up. They had gone faster too; now the gait that the horses had assumed was something akin to a quick trot, except that it was smoother so Gwen could cope for longer periods of time, thus letting them move faster. Of course, Arthur knew that they would have been able to make it back to Camelot in under a day's hard ride if they left her behind, but he would never do such a thing.

One; because if Camelot had been taken, there would be a lot of men patrolling the woods presumably to capture the King and his entourage, and having a poor, defenceless, ill - but none the less beautiful- woman roam the woods all on her own... wel, it wouldn't end well.

And two; well because obviously, Arthur loved her.

"What," Arthur asked the nearest person riding to him who just so happened to be Elyan - Gwen had fallen so far behind that he had asked Merlin to check on her to see if he could do anything to alleviate her discomfort -, "Time did we set off today?"

"Around two hours before noon," Elyan answered after a short pause. "The sun was fairly off centre above me as I caught breakfast, but by the time I got on Sara," He continued, patting his mare on her neck, "My shadow was almost non-existent as the sun had risen further in the sky."

"Thank you Elyan," Arthur said with a short nod of his head.

Looking down at the ground, he noticed what position their shadows were in and silently calculated how much distance they had covered, letting Elyan double check the figures after he had produced them, just too make sure they were correct. Arthur still valued their council after all, even if he had let his dark mood be the better of him the night before, and he was glad that it hadn't affected how they interacted with him today.

"In that case, we should be able to see the Citadel soon," Arthur commented out loud.

"We've made good progress, Sire," Leon acknowledged, bringing his horse closer to Arthur so that he could talk to the King without having to shout, and have their companions hear their conversation.

"True," Arthur acknowledged, "But it might not have been good enough."

Immediately, the mood of the party turned sour, but the Once and Future King didn't berate himself as much as he should have for saying what he did. It was true after all; every minute, every second that they had gone, that they had wasted meant that one more precious life could have been lost, that one more precious person, that had been relying on him, Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, to save them.

One more person whose hope had been crushed as their final breath left their body and their Soul was set free.

"Sire," Percival said quietly, speaking up for the first time since... The Incident as the King of Camelot lied to call it. He had seen the Giant talk to Merlin since, but no-one else. "None of this is your fault. You could not have known that this would happen."

"That Camelot is under attack as we speak?" The King interrupted, angry at himself. "That I left on a selfish whim, surrounded by the best fighters in the Land; the Knights of the Round Table, leaving few to defend My People?"

"It wasn't a 'selfish whim', Arthur so don't you for one moment pretend that it was," Merlin commanded, bringing his horse up towards the main party and nudging him into the gap between the King and the Queen's Brother. "We went out on this expedition for a number of reasons and for all of them; they didn't include what you wanted for yourself."

"And Arthur," Guinevere said, riding up and taking the place of Leon, who moved away willingly to scout the trail ahead. "I think you're forgetting someone. Not all of the Table came with us."

"Gwaine is injured," Arthur pointed out, "He could barely walk when we left and this is our third day since we have been away."

"I think you've forgotten something Sire," Merlin and Percival said at exactly the same time. They glanced at each other with amusement in their eyes, before the Knight waved for the Manservant to go first, which Merlin of course, did gladly.

"Gaius is the best Physician in the land, and is attending to Gwaine as we speak."

"And nothing can stop Gwaine."

"Oh really," Arthur said sceptically after Percival had finished speaking. "So multiple wounds inflicted on your body, broken ribs, a head injury - need I say more - will not affect Gwaine?"

"Well if it includes escaping from Camelot and finding you guys, then no Princess."

Merlin's POV

"GWAINE!"

Merlin smiled with pure happiness as Gwaine, Dastan and Gaius appeared onto the trail out of the trees that framed the path. Walking slowly, they approached the party, with Leon bringing up the rear behind them on horseback.

"How are you here?"

"How did you find us?"

"You're still wearing te same clothes as when we left. Why?"

"You've improved a lot."

"Is Camelot under attack?"

Everybody fell silent at that last request that the King had made, and all looked expectantly at the new arrivals to provide them with the awaited answer. Merlin watched as Gwaine suddenly stiffened, and stared straight ahead of them, and how Dastan, who was holding onto the Knight, expression grew sad and confused.

"I think, Sire," Gaius said quietly, but was still audible because no-one else made a sound, "That we have much to discuss and that, in favour of ourselves and the Queen, that we should make camp somewhere. Preferably someplace concealed and well defendable."

Apart from the Newcomers, everybody else looked at each other; all wondering what on earth had happened in Camelot in the short time that they had gone.

"Arthur," Guinevere said weakly, "I think we should listen to what Gaius has suggested and make camp. We can eat lunch, catch up on the news and," she sighed, shrugging her shoulders in an attempt that the Manservant recognised to be trying to release the cramp muscles, "I would like to have a short period of time when I do not feel nauseous every time I move."

"Then," Arthur said decisively, his wife's words clearly having an impact, "We make camp."

Merlin watched with worry as Gaius and Gwaine sighed in relief.

They chose a spot ten minutes ride away from the trail. The undergrowth was thick around them, but the Manservant was pleased to see that the clearing was fairly big and, as the Old Physician and the Invalid Knight had requested, it was easily defendable, and concealed them from any strangers visiting the words, whether their intentions were for the good or bad.

They had set up camp quickly, faster than normal because everybody wanted to know what had happened. Gaius and Gwaine had stubbornly refused to speak to anybody on the matter in question and it was no use to Dastan for he hadn't spoken a single word to anybody since the two groups had met up with one another, not even to his travelling companions.

It made Merlin wonder what had happened which obviously traumatised the Servant Boy so badly.

Elyan brought the food that he and Percival had caught to Merlin, startling the Manservant out of his thoughts. Luckily, Camelot was upwind of the strong breezed which they were graced with, so they could cook on a fire, hence the reason why the Knights had brought the food to the one whom everybody knew was the best cook. The two Knights then proceeded to flop down beside him and lie on their backs, taking the precious free time to relax.

The Manservant let his attention wonder to his surroundings as he automatically began to skin and prepare the meat ready to roast in the flames.

Although Elyan and Percival had collapsed beside Merlin, Gwaine was sitting on the other side, with Guinevere on the other side of him, the two taking comfort in the fact that they weren't alone in feeling awful and suffering from pain. Dastan was sitting on his own, knees drawn up and his arms hugging them to his chest as he stared at nothing. Arthur was with Leon still combing over the horses, talking to each other in low voices. Gaius was laying out his various utensils from his medicine bag, preparing to do a medical check presumably on Gwen and Gwaine.

"What happened," Guinevere said suddenly to Gwaine, "To Dastan to make the poor boy withdraw from us? I've never seen him like this, not even when you were dying, Gwaine. What could have affected him so much?"

Gwaine looked grimly at her, and took his time to answer, making Elyan, Percival and Merlin, who was eavesdropping on their conversation, held their breath.

"The truth is, Queenie, I don't know. He wasn't like this when we escaped from Camelot, or when we found out-" He blinked hard, almost as if to get whatever was troubling him out of his head.

"Found out what?"

"You'll find out later, Your Highness," Gaius said commandingly as he walked up to the Servant Queen, "After we have eaten supper. Otherwise, I fear that once we have shared our experiences, the big matter of your own health I suspect will go unnoticed by all of you. And on the subject of health, I want to run a medical check on you Gwen."

"I'll come with you," Merlin said quickly, before nudging Elyan, "Watch the food whilst I'm seeing to your sister, will you? If it burns I'm not going to save you from Arthur's wrath."

"Don't worry Merlin," Elyan said smiling, sitting up. He patted Percival on the arm, "I have Percival to protect me. Now go and see to my troublesome sister."

Merlin stood up and gave his hand to Guinevere, who took it gratefully, using it to haul herself off the ground. Linking arms, they made their way over to Gaius, who in the time it had taken for the Manservant to exchange orders with the Knight and his interaction with the Queen, had already made it to the other side of the clearing, where a little bit of privacy could be afforded to them.

"Ah Merlin," Gaius said, nodding his head in satisfaction when he saw who was helping Gwen, "I'm glad you came. I needed you anyway to help me with you," He continued, turning to Gwen, "Unless you do not want me to, Gwen?"

"Oh no, please," She waved wearily, "Go ahead. It would no doubt be more useful to you if Merlin stays. Besides, he's been looking after me for a couple of days-"

"Ever since I've been in Camelot, actually," Merlin murmured, not being able to interject some of his humour.

"- And what he doesn't know about me wouldn't be able to fill a page on a book." She finished triumphantly at her mini-speech.

"True," Merlin said, receiving a worn smile from his first friend in Camelot. Guinevere stood to attention as Gaius began to inspect her physically, all the while talking to both of them.

"Have you been feeling anything untoward, Gwen?"

"Well yes..." She said, trailing off for a moment. "I have been feeling extremely sick every time I have had to go on a stupid horse where it jolts every single bloody part of me-"

Merlin stared at the ranting Queen with open mouth whilst Gaius nodded to himself and wrote down busily in a little book which he had retrieved from his medicine bag. Suddenly, Guinevere stopped ranting and sniffed loudly.

"Mmm," she said, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, "You can smell the boar cooking that Elyan caught and it smells delicious." She wrinkled her nose and commented, "Much better than those mushrooms that my poor brother is trying to cook."

Now Merlin was really confused. "But Gwen, you love mushrooms!"

"Not when they smell like that," She snarked disapprovingly.

"Anyway," Gaius interrupted, with what Merlin suspected to be a small hint of a smile at his lips. "Merlin, is there anything else you would want to add?"

"Feeling extremely tired, yet unable to sleep at night because of... cramps, wasn't it? And her body temperature has gone up, because she has been more sensitive to temperature recently. Do you agree, Gwen?"

"Yes. I just feel so tired and it's hard trying to sleep on a horse." She said, clearly feeling tired again as all of her energy that had occupied her before (if it was admittedly strange) melted away, leaving her looking exhausted with shadows under her eyes.

"Well, I think that you should eat something, and then go straight to bed," Gaius commanded in his role as the Royal Physician.

Guinevere sighed. "I think I will, Gaius, rest assured. But do you know what could possibly be causing this?"

Gaius glanced at Merlin, who quickly took the hint and strolled nonchalantly back to the fire, taking over the cooking from Elyan.

"You've done well with the cooking, Elyan," The Manservant complimented as he inspected the food.

"Thank you." Elyan replied, once again sprawling on the floor next to Percival and Gwaine. "Though it's hard to tell when those mushrooms are actually cooked or not."

"Mmm" Merlin said, before asking slowly, "Has Gwen always liked mushrooms?"

The Queen's Brother laughed at this. "When has she not?"

They all ate supper quickly, wanting to hear news about Camelot. In fact, the only ones who didn't finish supper within the two minutes that they had started was Gwen (who understandably, was struggling), and coincidently, the very ones who would be telling them what they all wanted desperately to know.

But eventually they finished and when they did, everybody leaned forward in anticipation as Gaius leaned back.

"Now tell us," Arthur ordered, "About what happened to Camelot."

"Dastan," Gwaine said suddenly, "Do you want to see my horse?"

Dastan looked up, and nodded slowly. He took the hand that was offered to him, and everybody watched as the two wondered away.

"But Gwaine and Dastan need to tell us what they have seen!" Arthur complained when Gaius raised his hand to stop everybody from talking until he was sure that they wouldn't be able to hear them.

"No child should ever hear what I am about to say, Your Highness, especially one with ties like Dastan."

And so he told them.

Gaius told them of what Gwaine and Dastan had seen when they had walked through the Lower Town, almost got caught by Morgana and just escaped with their lives. How, at the same time, the soldiers of Camelot were fighting off the advance in the Courtyard, where a guard pulled the Old Physician out of the crush which would have pulled him into the battle and had told him to run.

He told them about how he had packed up what he needed (and here he glanced at Merlin, signalling to the Warlock that he had managed to retrieve the Painting) and how he switched the labels on his potions so that the Conquers were in for a nasty surprise if they tried to heal themselves – and here everybody laughed at Gaius' audacity.

They sobered up when he continued about how when Gwaine eventually appeared, they had gone first through the secret passageway, leaving Dastan in what was supposed to be only mere moments, but ended up to be around a minute after there were complications.

About how they left Dastan alone, undefended.

And how, when Gaius and Dastan had made it just in time into the secret passageway, as Morgana and her cronies had entered.

The story left the Manservant reeling.

Lady Butter surely wouldn't betray them. She had been so kind, so loving... She had cried when Gwaine died and had taken Dastan in when no-one else would. She had tenderly nursed both of them, and made them better. She had been welcomed into the tightly knit bunch of friends – The Knights of the Round Table, the King and Queen of Camelot, the Physician... even the Manservant.

However, the fact that Lord Butter was working with Morgana didn't surprise Merlin in the slightest. If anything, it made sense. About how he was so brusque with everybody, and behaved with barely concealed contempt at Guinevere, because he thought that Morgana was the true Queen of Camelot and that a mere Servant shouldn't have taken her place. And it was that thought of how he behaved towards the Servants made Merlin remember something.

In the -albeit very dark- corner or the room, where if he walked forward a miniscule amount... There! Merlin could see an edge of a wooden pole, going vertically upwards for about fifteen inches before curving inwards and it was lost in the gloom... The coughing sound persisted...

When Lord Butter had been sitting at his desk writing letters in the gloom, he must have been communicating with Morgana, Merlin realised. The gloom would have been to hide the object he had seen; the cage where the ravens, which they used to talk to each other, were housed, which also explained the coughing noise; it wasn't the Lord or the Manservant - it was the birds.

But even if Lord Butter had betrayed them, Lady Butter might not have.

She couldn't have betrayed them.

Couldn't she?

"So my Dreams were true then," Arthur murmured, and everybody fell silent as they stared at the King in shock.

"Your Dreams, Sire?"

"I-I dreamt about Morgana once or twice. About how that Lord who attacked Percival and Gwaine came and pledged his allegiance and how she was planning an attack on Camelot." Arthur was staring into the flames as he said this, apparently not realising that he had spoken his thoughts out loud to everyone and Merlin's suspicions were only confirmed when the King glanced up, and his expression was one of shock.

"You dreamt of Morgana." Leon said in disbelief and Merlin echoed his feelings.

Was it possible that Arthur had Magic?

Arthur stared at Gaius. "I never thought of it before, but does this mean..." he swallowed, and licked his lips, "Does this mean I have Magic?"

Gaius took his time to formulate an answer, and when he eventually spoke, it was clear that his reply was not heartening to the fraught King.

"I don't know, Sire."

The disbelief that showed on Arthur's face and the disgust that he might have Magic suddenly made Merlin feel angry. Magic was not evil. Why couldn't the Prat see that?

"So are you saying that Arthur is like Morgana? He can see the future?" Gwen spoke, laying a hand on her husband's arm.

"I don't know, Gwen," Gaius repeated, he looked at Arthur. "If you did have Magic, I would have thought it would have appeared by now."

"So I might not have it?"

"But Sire," Elyan interrupted, "How else would you be able to see Morgana and what she was planning unless you didn't have Magic?"

"There is a way."

The group around the fire turned to look at Percival, who had been the one whom had spoken. He glanced up, his eyebrows scrunched together, looking thoughtfully at his King.

"Arthur," Percival said quietly, "In your Dreams, who were you? Were you yourself, or were you another? Did you, for instance, become Morgana? Thought like her? Talked like her? Essentially, did you take her form in these Dreams?"

Arthur thought for a moment. "No. I was myself."

"And could you interact with things? Could people see you?"

"I think... I think Morgana saw me once."

"Then," Percival said quietly, "You do not have Magic."

Arthur sighed with relief and visibly relaxed. The tension which Merlin hadn't realised was there disappeared, and now that it had gone, he realised that it had been incredibly strong.

"Then what was it?" Leon asked in worry. "Did a Sorcerer enchant the King to see these Dreams?"

Percival sighed.

"In the Druid village in which I was born, family was essential. We all had to work together, live together, and learn together. It meant that we had to have strong bonds, very strong bonds to avoid fighting among ourselves. Druids are a peaceful people and they led peaceful lives with the ones that they loved most. They had to be in tune with one another to get some of the more dangerous aspects of their Magic right. It wasn't a want, it was a requirement and as such, every Druid was taught with the skill."

"Are you suggesting-" Merlin began to say with curiosity.

"A Physic Link?" Percival continued, looking at the Manservant knowingly. "Yes. I think that you, Arthur, have a Physic Link with Morgana, which enabled you to see what she was doing. Instead of experiencing Telepathy, because you were asleep and she was awake, you instead joined her in Spirit form."

"But," Arthur asked, confused. "Why didn't that happen before? I have only had the Dreams on this occasion. Why not when I was younger? Why now?"

"I'm not sure exactly why," Percival said cautiously, "But there are two possibilities. A Druid could have joined her ranks and taught her the skill of Telepathy, but because what she was doing was going to affect you and put you in danger, the Magic involved instinctively established a link with you to warn you of the danger."

Elyan laughed at this. "So you're saying that because Morgana is thinking of attacking Camelot and hurting Arthur, her very Magic which would be used to kill him is the same that warned him of the attack? Oh that's just ironic."

The others began to laugh at this, and Merlin would have, if it wasn't one small, nagging thought in the back of his mind. Morgana hadn't come into contact with that many Druids, and there was only one really, that she would have felt close enough to make a bond with. Could it be possible that-

"But in that case, would that mean that every time Arthur thought ill of Morgana and wanted to kill her, the Physic Link would warn her?" Leon asked, concerned. "That she appears to us when she's asleep and Arthur's awake?

Leon had a valid point actually. If Morgana could see what they were up to, she could counter-act against it and subsequently, escape capture and harm Arthur in a different way.

"And what's the alternative idea?" Gaius asked, interrupting the Warlock's dark thoughts.

Percival swallowed, and Merlin sensed that he was... nervous? But why?

"That somebody else established the Physic Link. This would mean that another Druid would have had to form it, which would also mean that they could be protecting Arthur from Morgana, so that she couldn't see what we have been up to when she sleeps."

"But they have to be powerful to stop Morgana. After all," Elyan pointed out, "Every time we see her, she always gloats about being the 'High Priestess' of the something or other."

"At least that means that they're on our side," Gwen counter pointed.

But who was powerful enough to stop Morgana? Who was powerful enough to care about Camelot and Arthur? Surely, if they were that powerful, they would have survived the Great Purge and subsequently, hate the Pendragons for what they had done?

"It would take enormous strength to stop Morgana though," Gaius said.

"And if they were on our side," Arthur asked, "Why haven't they shown themselves?"

Percival swallowed again, and gazed at Merlin. His expression turned sad, and Merlin's insides plummeted.

No, it couldn't be...

"I think they have, Arthur. I think it was Freya."

So how was THAT for a cliff hanger? Now, the next chapter will probably be up by Friday, possibly Sunday by the latest, as it's pretty shortish but quite cool... (Okay, it's inspired by a song)

Anyway, angry sister still pestering me...

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