A long chapter for you guys. I didn't actually realise how long this chapter was until now.

Well there is nothing wrong with long chapters.

Please enjoy :)

It's Time

It was a mother's instinct to know when her child was in danger and Hunith knew that the fighting had either started or going to start very soon. She just couldn't keep herself comfortable or focused. She had tried reading. She had tried going for a walk around the castle. She had even tried taking a cloth out of a servants hand to try and distract her. She was told that it wasn't right for her to be doing the cleaning.

Hunith had now made her way to Isobel and Maldue's room. She knew that they would be the ones that would be less understanding in the situation and hoped that they would become a distraction.

What she didn't expect to see was all five children to be sitting on the floor, in the middle of the room, eating cake.

"It isn't want it looks like." Isobel said when she saw her grandmother. "It was Maldue's idea."

They all gave her a sheepish look and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Is there any for me?"

Lynette and Isobel moved aide for their grandmother to join them. She had really become a grandmother to all of them. She was the only one left of them.

"I know it is the last thing you want to hear about. But please expect the worse. I know that Arthur is the best warrior in the five kingdoms, and that Gwen is only going to be in the hospital, and that Merlin is the most powerful sorcerer to walk the earth, and that Morgana is his equal. But they are also a lot older now. Please just expect the worse and then maybe the best will come."

Clarine was the one to answer. "We know. We want them all to come back. It wouldn't be the same if they didn't."

"No it wouldn't." Hunith said in agreement.

Morgana and Anne watched as the Esstirian army started their descent down in between the cliffs.

"Hold." Morgana said.

The archers held their bows up to the sky, at an angle that they knew would hit. Most of them could start to feel their arms cramping and knew that they had to release soon. But they waited for the command.

"Now."

All at once they let their arrows fly into the air. Morgana and Anne used their magic and the number of arrows doubled. They never saw them hit but they could hear the screams of the soldiers.

Morgana couldn't wait to get down there and join in properly. She had been given this role but she knew where her heart wanted to be.

Merlin was straight out after it had stopped raining arrows. The beginning of the army had been stopped but a few got through. Now if was for them to attack. He wanted to be by Arthur's side but had already lost him. It was no problem. He knew that they would meet up again.

He was using both magic and a sword, cutting people down while blasting others away.

He was a peaceful person and something didn't really sit right with him. It wasn't that he wanted to be excluded from the fighting but something was wrong.

Merlin had a few second and looked down at the sword in his hand. He tried to think of all the time he had killed for his destiny and there was always a pattern with it. He always used magic. It wasn't in him to use a weapon other than the one that was given to him at birth.

A sword was just an extension of his body and one that he didn't need. He threw it to one side and carried on fighting, using magic instead.

He still didn't believe that war was right, but he felt better about being a part of it.

He stayed close to him. It was what he was told to do. He put his sword through the back of the man that Mordred was fighting

"Thanks." Mordred breathed.

"No problem, we are brothers." Gwaine told him as he started on the next knight that had attacked him.

He had been given the task of keeping an eye on Mordred. All of the inner circle had been told what Merlin and Arthur feared and they could all agree with them. If Mordred was changed by Lot, then he would be out to kill Arthur.

They stayed close to each other for a while. Gwaine made sure that he was as close to Mordred as possible. It was easier to keep his eye on him when they were fighting side by side. But more soldiers seemed to flow into the battle and he become overwhelmed. So overwhelmed that he took his eye off Mordred for only a moment but that was all it was. Gwaine had lost him. He cursed as he carried on fighting.

It was hard to do the job assigned to you when everyone was keeping an eye on you. Mordred wanted to growl at Gwaine's comment that they were brothers. They weren't brothers. They were so different it was unreal.

Something had unlocked in him and he knew that they were thoughts he shouldn't be thinking but they kept coming.

Camelot started this. Camelot was the one to start the purge. Camelot was the one to call magic evil when it's king was the evil one. Camelot was the kingdom where his father died. It was all Camelot's fault.

He knew that Gwaine was watching him but then he also knew that Arthur was alone. He had been by Arthur for a while before they separated. Merlin and Morgana had not been in sight. That was his downfall last time. This time he would succeed. This time Arthur Pendragon would be no more.

As the valley filled up, Mordred knew that it was his chance to escape Gwaine's watchful eye.

The Esstirian army parted for him as he searched for Arthur. They had all been told that he was their inside man. He even wore a blue neckerchief around his wrists to show that he was on their side.

All he had to do was complete his task.

Lot smiled widely.

Everything seemed to be going to plan. The numbers that they had looked like they were overwhelming Camelot and they seemed to be moving backwards. The Esstirian blue being the main colour in the valley.

He hadn't joined the fight just yet. He could feel his blood pumping with the mire thought of joining, his palm itching to hold his sword. He swears that he couldn't have planned it better.

"Shall we join now?"

Tor and Kanelinques didn't reply and just followed their king down to engage with the fighting.

They had too many men. Arthur knew that as he attempted to fight off five soldiers at the same time. He knew that he still had it in him to do it as he killed the first one and started on the next two that had charged for him.

But as he was fighting them, he knew that they weren't as skilled as he or his soldiers were. It was as if they were there just to make up the numbers. Just to make it seem like there was more of them than there should be.

Not that Arthur minded. He didn't want to admit but fighting this time around was a lot harder than he remembered it. He was sure that he had already started to just swing his sword rather than look for tactful techniques. Everything that he had ever been taught and taught to others was lost on him.

He just had to make sure that he kept an eye on his back

Gorlois wondered whether it would be easier to knock the two guards out or just to steal the key from under their nose. They were meant to be guarding him and making sure that he stayed out of trouble but they were just there playing cards. Was every guard this useless?

Maybe he could just ask them to undo his chains?

He managed to stand up without them noticing and slowly wrapped the chains around his hands, managing to make as little noise as possible. He creped up to them and placed the chain around one of the guard's throats.

"Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way." Gorlois said. "The easy way will mean that no one has to die." He pulled back on his chains slightly to put pressure on his throat as the other one unsheathed his sword.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to unchain me then let me go. That is all I am asking for."

"We aren't that stupid."

Gorlois pulled on the chains a little more and the guard started to struggle for air.

"See I think you are forgetting something. My father is the most power sorcerer to ever walk the earth. My mother is his equal and she seems to have this reputation for being the black witch. I know that she wouldn't thing twice before killing you. So I would just undo my chains before she comes."

The guard fumbled around for the keys and undid the locks, allowing the chains to fall into his colleagues lap. Gorlois smiled at him before taking off as quickly as he could.

As he ran through the Esstirian camp, he picked up bits along the way. Odd bits of armour and a sword. He tried to put it all on as he ran but he had to stop to put the chain mail over his head. He was so close to the fighting. He could hear the swords clashing together and the shouts of the dying. It was like nothing he had ever experience before and it scared him slightly.

He hadn't had any idea what to expect but as he descended into the valley, he saw the chaos that the war had already caused. The dead and dying laid helplessly as the fighting continued above them.

Gorlois shook himself out of his daze. He needed to find his father or uncle. He needed to tell them that the Mordred that was with them wasn't the one that they knew. He darted around the soldiers, only fighting those that engaged with him. He had to get to the right side of the fighting.

In his haste, he hadn't realise the knight next to him until his sword cut through the chain mail until he sunk to his knees before lying on the floor.