"Come in Gaius…" A stern voice called out. Beneath the cold voice was even a colder set of eyes peering down the court room at Gaius and Merlin, approaching slowly and cautiously.

"King Cenred" Gaius bowed. Merlin nervously bowed as well and his eyes flickered to the courtroom. It was shaded by its curtains draped across the large windows giving the room a lifeless feeling. A ray of morning light peeked through one of the openings and casted on the wooden floors in between Gaius and Cenred. Dust floating in that ray of light whooshed and whirled slowly, indicating the lack of life.

"What do you want Gaius? It is not prudent of you to have come here." King Cenred drawled. He leaned forward, where a hidden ray of light hit his face, enunciating his gray hair and wrinkles on his forehead. From what Merlin could compare to, King Cenred looked more exhausted, worried and tempered than what he remembered from his youth.

"I come here as a friend…" Gaius stated, awaiting Cenreds reaction.

"HA HA HA HA!" King Cenred cackled maniacally, sending Merlin shivers down his back. He took a closer look Gaius again and continued. "HA HAAAA HAAA! Ohhh Gaius… Gaius, Gaius… OH dear. You are a becoming old. Friend is it? Are you saying you came here outside the request of King Uther?"

Gaius looked down and took a moment to reply.

"I am only trying to ensure that you do not need to worry King Uther. He has no plans to attack. The King would like to offer a treaty to ensure trust between the two kingdoms."

Wiping a tear from his eye, Cenred smiled at Gaius.

"Oh Gaius. You do not know that King Uther has no plans to attack."

"Sire, you say you have sources that have insisted King Uther will attack. I believe it is easy for anyone to say that without any reality behind it."

"Gaius, have I ever been a hasty man?" Cenred asked causally, backing into his chair. "You know, like Uther is?"

"You are not. That is why I am surprised you … you..."

"-I'm acting hasty? Is that it? Ha haaa…" King Cenred humored, staring at his fingernails as he leaned sideways on his chair. "You know Gaius. I actually believe you." King Cenred said looking up. "I truly believe you believe he will not attack."

"Sire?"

"In simple terms, perhaps even you do not know what Uthers plans are. Perhaps you THINK he will not attack, only because he hasn't told you. But that doesn't mean he hasn't planned it."

"Sire, King Uther consults me many times in many matters. There is no reason for King Uther to attack you. What would he gain."

Kind Cenred chuckled and leaned forward, his eyes glistening and smile wide.

"Perhaps Gaius…EVEN KING Uther doesn't even know he will be attacking me in the near future."

At that moment, King Cenred began laughing, causing Merlin and Gaius to exchange bewildered looks.

"But sire, you fear something King Uther doesn't even know he has planned?"

"I know you think I'm acting as a fool, but I have a very reliable source."

Merlin's heart beat hard and wanted to speak up so badly. He stared at Gaius hoping he would bring up Morgana.

"Sire, that sounds like you have received some sort of premonition or warning of some sort."

Merlin, breath pacing, eyes flickered between Gaius and the King, hoping Gaius would just ask if Morgana told him this premonition. Ask him. Ask him…!

"Sire, May I ask who this person was..?" Gaius asked politely.

"Oh Gaius….." King Cenred said pityingly. "Gaius Gaius Gaius…ha! I know Gaius – you still think I'm a friend. But this is not about friendship. You see Gaius, in normal kingdom rivalry, you don't tell each other your sources of information."

Ask him Gaius… Ask HIM about Morgana! Merlin's mind became dizzy with this hope, confounded as to why Gaius wouldn't ask.

"What's wrong with that boy?" King Cenred asked, looking over to Merlin who was fidgeting with his hands. "He looks unstable."

"King Cenred, I would just like to make the request to reconsider your sources." Gaius said, ignoring King Cenreds comment about Merlin." King Uther has no plans to attack; is there anything that would make you believe us?"

"I don't believe there is Gaius." King Cenred said seriously. "Now, I must request you leave my land. As I mentioned before, it is not prudent of you to have come. And take care of that boy next to you. He looks wild."

Turning around and heart pacing with agitation, Merlin stared at Gaius with a look in his eye as they walked to the door, mouthing the name 'Morgana'. Gaius ignored it and kept walking to the door and exited the courtroom.

At the moment they exited the courtroom, Merlin faced Gaius.

"Why didn't you ask him about Morgana?"

"Merlin, this isn't the time."

"You need to go back in there… If we explain we know it's Morgana who told him this, it will give us more credibility. We can explain why she would give him this info and that the info is all made up!"

"Merlin, we don't know if it was Morgana. And if it was, it will only solidify his belief she is telling him the truth. "

"What? What do you mean?"

"Merlin, look at it this way. If Gwen had told you that Morgana will attack, and then say, Morgause came to tell you she believes Gwen told you this info and that she's a liar, who would you eventually believe?"

"It's not the same though!"

"Merlin, telling King Cenred we think its Morgana is not going to help. What we must do now is tell King Uther what's happened so he can prepare himself for whatever needs to be done."

"I can't believe Morgana is able to manipulate Cenred and plot two kingdoms against each other!"

"Merlin, once again we don't know if it's Morgana."

Merlin bit his tongue in frustration and walked with Gaius over to the place they stayed overnight so that they could leave.

"How are you Lancelot?" Morgana asked, walking up to Lancelot in the middle of an open field under the bright sunny day.

Lancelot was standing silently, holding his sword up, and waited for the Camelotians to arrive with the army of the fallen for training.

"I'm doing fine Morgana." Lancelot said quietly, not making any eye contact.

"I know it's hard to work with this army. As I mentioned to you yesterday evening, it was a scare for me as well when they came before us." Morgana commented, crossing her arms to keep warm from the breezy wind as she scanned the field. She looked up at Lancelot. "But I know you are not only physically strong, but mentally strong as well."

Lancelot smiled and watched the people trickle in. Morgana turned around and watched the Camelotians and the army of the fallen walk in. The crowd was much less nervous and had grown accustomed to the grotesque creatures.

"So what all do I need to do?" Lancelot asked, observing everyone taking their place.

"I need you to teach them the basics. How to hold a sword, shield, strike, block, jump and all those things. The main objective is really defense, because those of us who have magic can attack, but cannot easily defend. Magic is a tricky in that way."

Lancelot nodded and scanned the people.

"Remember Lancelot, I've assigned each Camelotian to one dead partner. Ensure those people are close to their deceased counterpart. If they leave their partner, it will fall."

Lancelot nodded.

"Morgana, I have a question. So, as I am teaching this fallen army to defend themselves, what are their weak points? What do I have to show them to look out for?"

Morgana chuckled and turned to a large middle aged man with curly brown hair and stubble on his tan face.

"Erec! Come here with your partner."

Erec walked slowly, allowing the dead partner to follow him.

It was a terrifying sight watching this skeleton move without understanding the forces behind it.

Morgana turned to Lancelot when the skeleton arrived.

"Stab him… anywhere."

Lancelot gulped and thought hard. He always knew learned a strike to someone's heart was key. Lancelot pulled out his sword and stared at the skeletal chest."

"Go on!" Morgana insisted.

Lancelot took a deep breath and struck his sword in, and pulled out. Nothing. The skeletal frame looked down and then up at Lancelot.

"Go on, try again..." Morgana suggested.

Lancelot aimed at the neck, shins, arm and head, causing Lancelot to pant a little from his unsuccessful efforts. As Lancelot wiped his sweaty forehead, he stared at the skeleton in wonder.

"You see, there is absolutely nothing you can do to destroy them. The only problem, as I mentioned, is if the Camelotian partner intentionally leaves their side to get away from them or is they suddently are pulled away from them. Then they are lifeless and fall. But that is easily remedied through the use of sending another living being near them."

"But, what do we do when this attack is over? How do we end the use of them?"

"We don't." Morgana smiled in a quizzical tone. "They will be a part of our army forever. That is what distinguishes us from everyone else. We will never fall as a community."

Lancelot smiled.

"Morgana, uhm, so is the plan all figured out? Where are we going to enter Camelot from?"

Morgana smiled after some thought, and looked at Lancelot with narrow eyes.

"I haven't figured that out yet. You are trying to keep me on my toes, Lancelot?"

"Oh no, it's just... sorry. I've been through battles before that I've have that habit of asking questions to fully understand the plan. I apologize." Lancelot quickly said. He turned to the crowd. "Anyway, Morgana. I better start training them."

"Very well." Morgana said, walking away.

"And he didn't tell you who gave this premonition?" King Uther asked Gaius, standing near his dinner table in disappointment. Prince Arthur and Merlin were standing nearby listening.

"No sire."

King Uther looked up at Arthur and nodded.

"Arthur, get the knights ready and prepare our castle for attack. Come in after dinner with your knights, Geoffrey and the others to discuss the plan forth."

"Yes Father…" Arthur nodded. As he dashed away, Merlin followed him out in the hall.

The sound of crickets were chirping and stream flowing harmonized the night air. It was a long day for Lancelot after he tried training this army of the fallen to fight and defend themselves. Strangely enough, the army picked up on what to do pretty quickly, that Lancelot ended the session early. A few people noticeably did not approve of Lancelot ending the training early, but got over it by the time dinner came.

It was evening now and everyone turned over to go to sleep. Most of the Camelotians learned how to perch tents from the druids, and set it up outside Morgana's cave as a place for living. The reason being they did not dare to return to Camelot after learning King Uther became aware of their intentions.

It was past midnight and all was quiet except one long haired tan man. Lancelot eyes scoured the cave intensely and got to his feet quietly. He scanned the cave and listened for any sounds or movement, and heard the steady breathing of Morgana as she was dozing away. Lancelot quietly took a step toward the exit of the cave and paused to take a look around. He took a few more steps forward and looked behind to see the lump at the far end of the inside of the cave – Morgana. Her body was rising and falling rhythmically. She was in deep sleep. Lancelot, holding his breath, skipped a few more steps ahead and to the opening of the cave, close to the side of the wall. He scanned the tents and focused on the silence. Nothing irregular was sounding off, the tents were whooshing in the wind, the crickets were chirping loud, a few horses were tied to posts but otherwise sleeping, and the sense was everyone was sleeping.

The sound of something running in the grass gave Lancelot a jump, only for it to be a squirrel in the tree jumping off. Lancelot exhaled quietly and closed his eyes and peeked behind at Morgana. She was still sleeping. Lancelot eyed the forest and it's opening, and took a few more steps ahead.

"Hello Lancelot."

Lancelot retreated in alarm, and watched the being in front of him tensely. It was Mordred. His blue eyes radiated powerfully in the moonlight and looked very angry.

"Morderd. Heh.." Lancelot smiled, lifting his hands.

"I know what you are doing Lancelot. You are trying to escape."

"I-I..." Lancelot said looking around.

"You have 5 seconds. Tell Emry's we are even now."

"Uhh.." Lancelot nervously stuttered, still retreating, looking from Morgana to the tents filled with people resting.

"5….."

At that moment, Lancelot didn't waste any time. Mordred was serious. He jumped from perch of the cave and got to his feet.

"4….."

Lancelot dashed around the perimeter of the field, eye on the entrance of the forest.

"3…."

Mordred's voice was beginning to sound in Lancelot's head now, giving Lancelot a jolt. He kept of running.

"2…."
Lancelot entered the forest and ran with his might, his hair whipping behind him and legs beating the earth harshly, brushing against the blades of grass.

"1…"

Running and running, tripping over vines and rocks, Lancelot looked behind, able to see Mordred yelling as loudly as he could. Lancelot turned back around and kept running.

"MORGANAA!" Mordred squealed. "LANCELOT IS LEAVING! "

Morgana jumped from her sleep at once and looked around in confusion and got to her feet.

"What's going on!" She yelled as she stumbled over to Mordred's, then watching everyone in the tents come out.

"Lancelot is running away. He's betrayed us1"

"GET HIM!" she screamed moving forward and watching those coming out of the tents in confusion. She jumped off the perch of the cave and raced to a horse. "USE MAGIC! KILL HIM IF NECESSARY!"

A crowd of people hopped on their horses and raced over to catch up with the long haired man.

Morgana wasted no time and whipped her horse harshly, chased Lancelot, and managed to overtake the others.

Lancelot turned around and could feel the earth tremble from the crowd approaching him, took a sharp left and instantly regretted his decision for it dropped off in a steep slope. Lancelot took a right to travel around the sidelines of this steep cliff and felt the people coming closer.

With all her anger and might, Morgana sounded some words and flung her arms forth, releasing a powerful spell to strike at Lancelot.

"AAHHHH!" Lancelot grabbed his shoulder and yelled."AhhhhhghhhhhHHHH!"

Lancelot, with all his might, tried to keep running put squirmed as he did so. His right shoulder bled profusely, but he managed to keep running, but then ran slower and slower.

"YOU WILL DIE FOR THIS! YOU TRAITOR!" Morgana yelled with rage in her eyes.

Lancelot hammered his feet on the earth, clothes flying in the wind and saw an arrow hit a tree. His eyes began to close slightly, and feet slowed down. And right when he was about to fall, a hand lowered down to Lancelot's and pulled him to the top of the horse and sped off far away, losing Morgana and her crowd.

So Lanceman wasn't on Morgana's side! How clever of him! So who do you think saved Lancelot in the end? Any guesses?