Mordred woke groggily with a throbbing headache. The pain in his head soon spread to the rest of his body, and he became all too aware of the invading reality in his world of sleep. He realized that he was tied sitting to a pole, with his hands bound behind him and his legs, also bound, stretched out in front of him. The last thing he could remember was running across Morgana in the woods after Arthur had banished him. Arthur had banished him…
His head swam as he tried to come up with the strength to open his eyes. The darkness at least was still blissful and no intrusive light was aggravating his head. He heard a rustling to his right, and, still playing dead, he tried to center his thoughts solely on that.
"Oh, come now, Mordred," a familiar voice crooned. "We both know that you're awake. Come, get up. Face the day, it's quite beautiful outside. Well, not that you'll be seeing it today."
Reluctantly resigning himself to furthering his headache and lowering his dignity, he brought his head up and cracked open his eyes in the direction of the voice and rustling.
Morgana stood over him, peering into his face with mock concern and amusement.
"Ah, there we are. Good morning, dear. Well, afternoon, really. You slept the whole day away," she said softly, brushing the back of her knuckles against his cheek. "But don't worry, you haven't missed much. There's not really much for you to miss. But you will be involved in the rest, dear. Don't you fret about that."
Mordred shuddered as far away from her as he could, but his tight bindings didn't let him get very far.
"Shh," she whispered. "Shh, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Well, not yet. That's up to you, I suppose."
Mordred refused to dignify her with an answer. Whatever game she was playing, he wasn't going to go along with it. She seemed to guess this from his defiant glare.
"Oh, yes, Mordred. You are essential to my plan. And you will play your part correctly. You don't need to worry about your silly loyalties to the king or anyone. That will take care of itself. But for now…"
She placed her hand over his forehead. He could barely make out certain words of the Old Religion before falling back into his world of darkness.
Author's Note: So I know a lot of you didn't like the idea of Morgana turning Mordred evil, I really don't think Mordred would have turned evil on his own. The show made it really absurd in my opinion, and there really is no reason for Mordred to want to kill Arthur. Arthur saved his life when he was little; he's shown him mercy and treated him like an equal. Having an outside influence on Mordred's actions (like Morgana) I feel is the best way to go about this part of the story. Sorry.