Hey everyone! I know I left you hanging there, but a combination of life, writer's block and laziness have prevented me from posting the next chapter. As it is, it's pitifully short but I owed you something. I hope to write another chapter tomorrow.
As always thanks for reading, reviews are extremely appreciated, and I don't own Merlin. I would have given it a much better ending. :P
Anyway, here it is. Enjoy.
Mordred smiled thinly. "Hello Merlin."
"What are you doing here, Mordred?" Merlin asked, suspicion clear in his voice.
"I'm only here to deliver a warning."
"Warning? Has it to do with the fog?" Mordred nodded grimly.
"Yesterday, I had a vision. A group of young druids have consulted the Fates. It seems they were tired of waiting for your destiny to come to pass."
"What business do the fates have with destiny?"
"None whatsoever." Mordred answered. "They are meddlesome and dangerous, caring nothing for balance or the future of Albion."
"Why should you care?" Merlin questioned. "How do I know that this isn't your doing? If this is a trick, I swear I'll feed you to the wyverns."
"Why Merlin," Mordred sat on a large stump, resting his head in his hands. "Why have you never trusted me? I have done everything for Camelot."
"Do you not know your destiny? It has been told me as a warning by every seer, sorcerer and magical being I have come across." Merlin glared at the young man. "If this is some trick-"
"This is no trick, Emrys! Whatever my destiny is, I have the well-being of Camelot in my heart." Merlin glared at him angrily.
"Mordred, your destiny is to kill Arthur! What has that to do with the safety of Camelot?"
"What!" Mordred bolted to his feet "My destiny.. is.." he moaned softly and began to pace. "That's why the druids were always silent upon the subject to me. Why whenever I inquired of a seer, they gave an excuse and turned me away."
"Mordred," Merlin began, his eyes widening.
"Why didn't they tell me? I could have done something, gone away beyond reach something! I don't want to kill Arthur!"
"Mordred!" Mordred turned. "They never told you?"
"Not a word. Always has my future remained dark to me, while others have viewed it at leisure." Mordred said sorrowfully. "You must believe that to this day No-one has breathed a word to me."
"I believe you." Merlin said reluctantly. "For now. You need to tell me how I can stop the Fates."
"There is no stopping them. They will cast mischief on Camelot until Arthur accepts magic."
"He'll hardly come to terms with magic while it brings plagues against his people!"
"I know that Merlin, bu there is no reasoning with the Fates. You have to convince Arthur before they kill us all."
"No. There must be another way." Merlin said, slightly frantically. "I can't! Not right now!" He turned, and began running through the woods, motioning Mordred to follow.
"Merlin! Where are you going?" Mordred finally caught up to him, panting. They were standing in a large clearing, the towers of Camelot just visible over the treetops.
"I'm going to ask someone who has experience." Merlin paused and glanced at Mordred. "You tired?"
"I do not spend so much time running as you do, Merlin. Arthur has kept you busy." Merlin snorted.
"You can say that again. Now, let's see how much of your tale is true." Suddenly he shot his head back and roared into the sky, his words ringing with raw, unrestrained power.
"O drakon, e mala soi ftengometh tesd'hup anankes! Erkheo!"
Hang in there! Next Chapter the excitement hopefully starts.