Hello. I'm writing this just before Christmas, I don't think I will get it done before Christmas. So rather than saying merry Christmas, I will say I hope you all had a good Christmas. I pretty much have the rest of this part of the story worked out. My aim is to working it out so that each of the three parts of the story will have 50 chapters. That would mean that the whole story as a whole would be 150 chapter. Which if I did all as one I think more people would stop reading. Before I worked out how long the story would be I thought at 37 chapter I was doing well, getting to the end. Now it seems like I still have a long way to go. I'm looking forward to writing it though. So onto the responses.
Hannahlucyy. I like writing him into the story, he does make things more interesting. There maybe a return of jealous Merlin again, maybe. Thank you for reviewing.
Emma. Maybe she may tell him what happened, just to annoy him, making him aware of what happened. I know, I hope he is will be in the next series. Thank you, and I hope you had a good Christmas, and will have a good new year.
Charmstone127. I am very glad that you are liking the story. I really hope you will keep reading, and enjoying it, maybe even reviewing too. Thank you so much for saying that, It really means a lot to know that my writing is getting better, thank you. I am looking forward to writing that stuff. The next little arcs that will end this part of the story, will be the start of them moving on.
Ai-chiii. Hope you had a good Christmas. A review is always a great present. It's really nice that one of the few people that have been writing lovely long review for most chapters, is still doing it, thank you. I'm glad your happy, it was a great idea. I maybe didn't make it very clear, actually its not her dreaming that event again. It's a dream of something that will come up in a few chapters, I should have made that clearer, sorry. It means that her breathing is not as difficult for her, sorry. I think he would have to be taller, its been, what three years since he was last seen in the show. Two years skipped, and I think seasons 3 and 4 both are six months of time, I think. You are I think the first person that has brought up the sorceress that has come up a few times. They will have a very big part in the next part of the story, this is just kind of setting her up. Don't want to give to much away, but one of your ideas about who she is, was right. Like Morgana, I think Mordred would like to mess with Merlin a little, that was mainly what he was doing there. He is rather isolated, so is Morgana, I think that is the sad thing about them. They would have been the only person that would really understand what the other was going through and would support them. However he pushed her away. I do like sarcasm too. I have had the idea of that line for ages, it was mainly why I wrote Alvarr in, so he could say it. I just thought the idea of the three of them together to people that don't really know them would look odd. I had to get that quote in, just had to. Don't worry I will not hurt Gwaine.
One last thing for everyone. The last scene with Morgana and Agravaine, the song Alabama by 10 years works well. Think of it as being from Agravaine's pov about Morgana.
The rain didn't last long, it had long since stopped by the time they where only a mile from Camelot. The sun was now in the sky, which dried their damp clothes. Morgana no longer leaned on Gwaine for support, though she did walk with a slight limp. It seemed that sneaking into Camelot really was harder than sneaking out, especially as neither Merlin or Morgana could use their magic. They walked slowly and quietly down side streets, avoiding the few people that were up at this early hour. At one point they where almost spotted. Morgana's knee gave out as she tripped over a broom that lay on the ground. In reaching out for something to hold onto, her hand hit into a font door of one of the houses on the side street. Merlin was the closest to her so he had to quickly help her up, by taking hold of her arm, and then dragging her away before the door was opened and the three of them were found.
As they reached the main square, Gwaine who was in-front caught sight of a guard patrolling the area. He lifted up his arm, to stop Morgana who was walking behind him from stepping out into the square. The three of them stood quietly not daring to more, hiding behind the corner of a house and a brawl. They held their breath as they watched the guard making his way to the far side of the square, hoping he would keep walking, leaving the square. When he didn't they had to try and not let out an audible sigh.
Rolling his eyes too, Gwaine turned away from the square to face Morgana and Merlin. "I'll distract him, when you get the chance, make a run for the side door." He whispered.
He was about to move, when Morgana took hold of his arm. "What are you going to do."
"Not worry, leave it to me."
"You can't get caught, Uther..."
"It would be essayer for me to explain why I'm up so early, than it would be for the two of you." Morgana still didn't look convinced. Mordred's words still ran through her head. He could be distended to get hurt because of her. She was pulled from her thought, by his lips touching half of her lips and half of her check. Before he walked away, he gave her a warm smile.
He walked right out into the square, as if everything was normal. "Hey mate. How are things." The guard turned to face the person calling to him. The look of shock and confusion on his face was only exceeded by the look of the same emotions on Morgana's. When he reached the guard, Gwaine placed his arm around his neck, turning him away from where Morgana and Merlin where hiding. He lead him across the Square, leaving the path open for them to cross the square and enter the castle.
A look of confusion know appeared across Morgana's face. "What is he..."
"Distracting him I think."
"I was picturing more the making aloud noise to get his attention. Not talking to him. He is going to get himself..."
"Don't worry. He's right it is less odd for a knight to be moving around at this time than either of us." She nodded and turned from Merlin back to the Square.
Gwaine and the guard had just left, and where now walking down the main street. Reaching out Merlin took hold of her cloak and pulled her quickly across the square. Once they reached the side door, he slowly pulled it open. He looked back and saw Morgana standing with her eyes locked on the street Gwaine had just walked down. "He'll be fine." She didn't look back at him. When Gwaine had kissed her, he was sure he had seen a slight uncomfortable look in her eyes. At first he thought that it was just because he was there, but now he was sure there was something else going on. Taking hold of her cloak again he pulled her away, through the door.
They while trying to make as little noise as possible made their way through the side passages and staircases towards their separate rooms. Once he grew more confident that no one was walking around the castle and would find them, Merlin took the chance to speak. "You like him, don't you."
"Of course I like him." She didn't turn to look at him when she answered, she had other things on her mind.
"I mean, you really like him."
Morgana stopped, and turned to face him. "Don't tell me your still under the enchantment." She smirked, let out a slight laugh, enjoying teasing him, "If that is the case I can try and remove it. However with this bracelet on, I may end up...I don't know, killing you. By accident of course."
Merlin choose not to rice to the bate."I just don't want him to get hurt." He took a step forward, now standing next to her.
"Neither do I." Her head was lowered, and she spoke almost in a whisper.
"Then maybe you should keep your distance. Till things settle a little." He know walked passed her. She turned to face him as he did. Her eyes caught his for a second, and she could tell that he was not under any enchantment, had no ulterior motive, he was just worried for a friend, as she was.
"Despite what you may think. I don't want to hurt him or anyone else." She now walked passed him. "Unless they deserve it, of course."
He let out a sigh, as he let himself leaning into the wall on his right. He was growing tired of this. There seem to be no chink in her armour, crack in her walls. She was always going to hate him. He could live with that, if in the end he made sure his and Arthur's destinies were achieved, then he could put up with it. To achieve his destiny he would put up with almost anything. He was still not however any closer to knowing what was on Morgana's mind. There was something troubling her, but he had no idea what. She had tensed up when Alvarr had showed up, but she was able to get rid of him with little effort, he couldn't be a real threat. Mordred had also not told her anything that had worried her at the time, unless she was only now taking it in. she had been so sure that there was nothing to worry about, so he doubted that was the problem.
The only sound that Morgana heard as she made her way to her chambers, was the echo of her footsteps on the stone floor. She was now walking along one of the main corridors that over looked the main square. She took a brief glance out onto the square, looking to see if Gwaine was still there. He wasn't there, there was only the guard having retuned to his patrol. Again her mind wonder back to all that she had learned from Mordred. There were so many questions she had, and no way of answering them. Merlin seemed only option, put she wanted to pick the right time, cause the most pain, when she revelled his secret. Then he could answer her questions.
She was pulled from her thoughts, as her body was pulled by the arm into one of the alcoves on the opposite side of the corridor. When her eyes met the eyes of the person that had pulled her into the alcove, she relaxed. "Did I scare you, princess."
"No." She offered with a smile, deciding it was best not to tell him how much of a common occurrence being pulled into these alcoves was for her.
"I just wanted to make sure you got back okay. Where's Merlin." She shrugged her shoulders. "I need to go. We are heading out for a few days..."
"Gwaine." She looked at the floor not wanting to look him in the eyes. "This has to stop."
"What are you talking about."
"This, us. It has to stop. I think...I think I may." The words were hard to find, but she had to do this. It was for the best. "I like you, but I know that nothing can ever happen. That's not who you are, so I need to stop this now before I get hurt." She was doing her best to sound as convincing as she could. It wasn't all a lie, she did like him. She just had to make it more than it was, so she could end this without hurting him, or his pride. She moved to walk away, but he took hold of her wrist. Clenching her hand she pulled her wrist free from him and walked away before he could say anything. Despite what she had said about doing this so she didn't get hurt, the opposite was true, by doing this she was hurting herself.
She closed her eyes, fighting back the threat of a tear she never expected to shed, she was caught if guard when a hand was placed over her mouth and another took hold of her arm. She struggled to get out of their hold, but she was tired, emotionally and psychically.
"I'll let you go if you don't scream or yell." Recognizing the voice, she nodded. The hand was removed from her mouth, and she turned to face the second person to pull her into an alcove.
"What do you want Merlin."
"Some-thing's bothering you, worrying you. I want to know what it is."
"I didn't know you cared." She sneered and turned to walk away, but he lifted his arm. Placing it on the wall blocked her way. Slowly she turned her head to face him. "Are you sure your not still under that enchantment Alvarr placed on you."
"Stop playing games Morgana."
"I'm not playing games. Why do you care anyway." She now turned to lean back on the wall, Merlin still stood in-front of her, his hand next to her head. "Why is protecting Arthur, Uther so important to you. I just don't understand."
"It's called loyalty."
She smiled a little and nodded her head. "What a big word for a lowly servant. I don't think you even know the meaning of the word."
"I don't think you do either."
Satisfied that she had aggravated him enough, she with all of her strength pushed passed his arm, and made her way once again back to her chambers. Again leaving Merlin still not understanding what was going on. There was no way that she was going to tell him. He had not trusted her, so she would not trust him, expect when it came to Arthur. She could always trust him to protect Arthur, whatever the cost. That seemed to be the only thing he cared about, the only thing that mattered. He seemed to be so willing to go against what she was sure his instincts would be. Turn on people that could have been his ally. Their destiny was a large part of this she was sure, but there also had to be more to it than that. They were friends, it was hard to remember that, what felt like a long time ago she would also have done whatever was necessary to help, protect her friends. Heightened by the emptiness she was already feeling a deep feeling of melancholy came over her.
Morgana was on edge the rest of the way to her chambers. In a way she let herself give into the fear a little, it was better than the melancholy, empty feeling. She knew that the chances of a third person sneaking up on her were slim, but she still couldn't shack the feeling that there was still something else out here that was waiting to torment her even more. Once she reached her chambers, and closed the door behind her. She then leaned back against it for a second, before she pushed the feelings that had momentary over come her. Walking towards her wardrobe she unfastened her cloak. As she opened the wardrobe door to hang it up, she felt a presences behind her. Dropping the cloak to the floor, she spun round.
"I knew it was you." A dark figure stepped out of the shadow in the far corner of her chambers, where the adjoining door to Gwen's chambers was. She knew the voice, what they were talking about, so she was not shocked when the figure slipped into the light.
"Well done, your not as much of an incompetent fool as I thought."
Agravaine moved closer to her, as she too stepped into the centre of the room. As she did, she caught sight of her bedside table. Something was missing, it only took a second for her to realise what it was, and what it meant. Her sleeping draft was gone, and she was sure He had slipped it to Gwen somehow, as he had been hiding by her door. He had made sure that no one would hear them.
"I wouldn't underestimate me, milady." A smirk crossed his face, but she didn't look threatened.
"It's not you I should be worried about. I'm more interested in the person you had place the enchantment on the mandrake root in the first place. I have used that before on Uther. So I wonder how did you get a tear from me. I haven't cried in a very long time."
He lifted his right hand. "The water round you eyes would tell a different story, Morgana." His hand wiped away the small trace of the tear she almost shed. "The person helping me is a old friend of your mothers. She can be your friend too. Help us avenge the harm Uther has done to our family."
"And mine, my sister and my mothers kind."
"Of Course."
He was lying, she could tell. "Tell me about her, my mother, I was never told much, except she died when I was born. Morgause didn't know much either. I want know, what reason you have for hating Uther so much."
She saw a faint smile cross his face. He was getting somewhere. "He killed my sister, with his selfish need for a child. Then he killed my other sister, with his hate. My brother died standing up to him. Is that not reason enough. More than you have."
"I have magic, and a heart of stone. That matches any reason you have. That's not all though. Why was my sister sent away, why was my mother not kill at the start of the great purge. Why did he let me live. He must have known I would be like my mother and sister one day."
"Magic was a choice, he never thought you would make that choice. Not if he could control you."
"Magic is no choose." She spoke through gritted teeth.
"From what I know he fell into a deep depression when Ygraine died. Vivienne came to look after Arthur, as Uther couldn't bring himself to look at him. She saw his hate for magic grow, that's why she asked Gaius to have her sent to the isle of the blessed. To be safe. When she found out she was with child, the purge had began. She was spared as she was caring you, and he wouldn't have a child of his die. Not if he could control you. There would be no magic in the kingdom. You would never make the choice to use, learn magic. Vivienne knew that she would be killed once you were born. As a final act of defiance, keeping some control over her life, she died before Uther's men could get to her." He stopped, he could see, even though she wasn't looking at him that she was pained and angry by what he had just told her. He began to slowly walk around her. "He thought your mother was trying to take her sisters place as queen. He blamed magic for that too. So In a way it was your very existence that brought about the great purge."
"Well then I shall be the one to end it, once and for all."
An evil faint smile crossed her face. A similar look appeared on Agravaine's face. "Together we can rule..."
"You misunderstood me." She turned to face him, as she stood behind her. "I will be the one to bring an end to Uther's reign, and bring back the old ways." She took a step towards him, whispering in his eyes. "I will not have any part in what you are planning."
Pure rage spread quickly across his face. He reached out grabbing hold of her by her upper arms. In the distance the echo of a large group of horses riding over the cobbles of the square could be heard. It was then that she remembered what Gwaine had said, about having to go away for a few days. He must have been talking about a hunt or more likely a patrol that Agravaine had set up to get rid of the knights. Not only had he made sure that Gwen would not hear them, he made sure no one that would help, by sending always the only person that would. Maybe she had underestimated him.
"If you choice not to work with me, then I will be forced to get rid of you. I don't want it to come to that, but you will leave me with no choice."
"You always have a choice." She smiled at him.
His grip on her arms grew tighter. "I am offering you everything you have wanted, revenge on your father, Camelot. To finish what you have started. You could be queen, isn't that you have always wanted..." He was silenced by an unexpected, uncontrollable laughter that came from Morgana. Her whole body was shaking, the laugh echoed off the walls. The laugh became more erratic, and deeper. Tears began to fall from her eyes. Agravaine once again tightened his grip on her arms. "Why are you laughing, have you gone mad."
Through laughter she was able to answer. "Not quit yet, give it time."
"I'm giving you the chance to be queen."
Morgana continued to laugh. "You are right, you are offering me everything I have wanted, everything I sacrificed all I had to achieve, and I don't want it." She finally was able to silence most of her laughter. "Not if it means seeing you as king." Her eyes boar into his as she spoke.
With a sound like lightening he slapped her across the face, knocking her onto the hard floor. "I was going to give you everything. You are nothing more than an evil, hate-filed, spiteful, child. You are no better than me, how dare you judge me. I will see you are exposed for the scheming, vile wretch you are."
Morgana heard his voice like she was underwater. It sounded so far away. Her hand slowly went to carefully touch her lip. When she pulled it away, red blood stain her finger tip. Once the door slammed shut as he left, shocking her into hearing normally again, she used the side of her hand to wiping away the rest of the blood. Then slowly she pulled herself to her feet. Her chambers had never felt so cold, empty and large before. She knew what he was going to do now, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Feeling more tired than she had ever felt, she resigned herself to her fate. She was tired of fighting, in the end no matter how hard she fought, what she gave up, she always ended up losing. She was destined to lose, why keep fighting it. Knowing she didn't have much time, she walked over to her wardrobe. Picking up the green cloak she looked at it for a second, then hung it up. Pulling out her rough black cloak and belt she slipped into it. If what she believed was going to happen, was going to take place, she would face it looking as they really saw her as. As she was made into, destined to be, a dark witch.
When the guards burst through her door, she turned to face them. No emotion showed on her face, as she walked with them, one either side of her, towards the throne room. Though underneath her hear was racing. When they reached the throne room, she was led in. They then left, shutting the door behind them. Morgana looked in-front of her at the throne it's self. The throne that had once been her's, that was her birthright, but was like acceptance denied to her. A pool of early morning sunlight poured in from one of the windows, and landed on the throne. Making it seem to glow gold. A fainter pool of light also landed on Morgana. Making her headdress she still wore shine just at brightly as the throne. Though it was the glint in her eye, that shone the brightest, as a smirk appeared on her face.
Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it. I watched the last episode a few days ago, and I have to say I was a little disappointed. A few good bits, the Arthur, Morgana confrontation. The rest though, I just thought it was a lot like the last series final. I also have no idea about the ending, what was going on. If anyone knows or has any idea, I would love to hear it. What Merlin did taking away Morgana's magic, or blocking it I though was rather low. I know I have used that idea, but I never had Merlin having anything to do with it. As I think the idea of someone with magic, that blocks or takes it away from someone else, is low. They would know how important it is, how much a part of you it is. I don't like Gwen, and I knew it would happen, buy I don't like that Gwen is queen. If the knights hadn't opposed her, and Arthur took the opportunity to go away with Gwen have the farm he talked about, then she would have been a good Queen, and all would be happy. Anyway, thanks again. Also please review and let me know what you think. I know its a long story, and I'm not a very good writer, but I would still love people to read it, and let me know what they think.