A/N: Okay, to clear up any confusion about ages 'n' stuff, Arthur is three years older than Morgaine. I'm gonna say that when Lancelot (at the beginning of KA) was eight. 15 years later, he would be 23. Arthur is about the same. Guinevere is 20, and so are Galahad and Morgaine. Hope that helped clear up any age confusion! Please review! I also don't know what the knights would drink for breakfast, so I'm just going to say it was ale. And, for those who are craving more Lancelot/Guinevere, the last half is pure L/G fluff!

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to 'Touchstone Pictures.' Morgaine belongs to the legend and the plot belongs to the ETB. The song, 'All of This' is © Blink-182

Morgaine sat on her bed in the dark. Her slender fingers touched the ring Galahad gave her. She felt the engravings and every mark on it. She sighed and lay back down on her pillow, falling asleep instantly.

Morgaine was a child of about seven. She was running through a forest, it seemed. She sprinted to a small pool in the clearing. Mist hung over it and she bent over and looked into the waters. Suddenly, she changed into the woman she was now. Morgaine breathed into the water and whispered something.

Instantly, shapes formed in the water. A peaceful Hadrian's Wall. People, happy people, were running about, laughing. The shapes changed. The Wall was burning. Smoke rose and engulfed the once happy inhabitants. They ran from something… was it the Saxons? The shapes in the pool changed rapidly… Lancelot and Guinevere were kissing, Guinevere was being burnt at the stake, Arthur was going mad, a figure dressed in a black cloak running, Saxons laughing, the figure removed the hood and revealed a young girl… Galahad, dear Galahad, was lying dead with an arrow in his heart. No! Not my Galahad!Morgaine wept. A strange voice, it was Viviane or Morgause, said to her, I fear the thing you dread, will indeed, come to pass.

Morgaine lifted her face from the pool. The ring on her finger smoldered and burned off. She lifted the melted remains off the ground and threw it into the water. As she walked away, the entire pond began to burn…

Morgaine shot up. A cold sweat was on her brow. Immediately she looked at the ring on her finger. It was there, gleaming in the light. Oh, goddess! What happened? She shook her head, as though to clear it. Her dream made no sense… why was the Wall burning? She had no time to ponder this, however, because there was a knock on her door and a servant poked her head in. "Lady Morgaine? It's time for breakfast."

Morgaine got up and began to get ready. She pulled on a white gown and a brown vest. With skilled fingers, she brushed and braided her black hair and slipped on a pair of brown shoes. She walked quickly downstairs and sighed. I'll think about my dream after breakfast. It was nothing. However, the nagging in the back of her head told her that it was far more than nothing.

Breakfast was normal at first. Bors was his usual loud, annoying self, Tristan was silent and Gawain and Galahad had a contest to see who could down the contents of their tankards first. Gawain won, of course. He celebrated his victory by drinking two more tankards, and had to excuse himself to vomit outside.

"Guess he shouldn't drink so early in the morning!" Bors yelled. Morgaine did not drink ale, preferring water, but she laughed along.

"Ah, Morgaine, it's nice to hear your laughter again. It has been to long." Arthur smiled at his younger sister. His expression turned solemn. "But, why didn't you come to my wedding and crowning?"

Morgaine bowed her head, politely. Why does he think, just because he is the king, that everything I do must be run on his time? "I apologize, brother, but I had business in Avalon to take care of." Even though she had manners, there was a bitter note in her voice.

Arthur laughed. "It's alright, sister. What concerns me is that our mother and my father did not attend."

"Don't trouble yourself. I'm sure that you have their blessing. Their Roman blessing."

Guinevere glanced up. "Where are your mother and father, Arthur? Do they still dwell in Rome?"

Arthur was just about to answer, when Morgaine cut in. "Aye, my lady. They are in Rome. They left after they abandoned Morgause and me." She smiled sweetly at Arthur. "Isn't that right, brother?" She said the word as if she had uttered a curse.

Arthur stood. "Morgaine, we left you and Morgause in Britain because mother and father could not afford to take care of you!"

Morgaine leapt to her feet. "You know perfectly well that they had a lot of money! They could care for ten children, and have some left over! They chose not to care for Morgause and me! They, especially your father, thought that Morgause and I were embarrassments to the family! I was called illegitimate! Viviane wanted to tend to us because she actually loved us!"

"Morgaine, we loved you! We just could not look after you anymore! What you said is a lie!"

The priestess tossed back her head and laughed. "Oh, is it a lie, Arthur? You say that you loved me, yet it was you that mocked Morgause and me for being Briton. It was you that told us to paint out faces blue and dance around naked! That is no lie, Arthur! That is the honest truth! Now you are supposed to be the king of the people you once hated, the ones you once tormented!"

All of the knights went silent. They knew nothing of this. Now who were they supposed to believe? Morgaine seemed to know Arthur better than they did; she was his sister. Was it true that he mocked the people of who he was now king? He had been a young boy; all people change.

Morgaine's face was reddening and her eyes were flashing. Arthur looked like he was about either cry or yell at her again. When he opened his mouth, Morgaine gave him such a dark look, as though daring him to speak, that he shut it. None of them would have been surprised if he literally shrunk under her gaze. Arthur threw down his food and stormed out of the room. Morgaine glared after him before she left as well.

Everyone stared at the doorway before Bors said, "I never would've guessed. I can't believe he would make fun of his own sister for being Briton." Everyone murmured their agreement.

"Did you know, Galahad?" Guinevere asked him quietly.

Galahad nodded. "She told me when we first met." He smiled, sadly. "I would hate to see something so high and excellent cast away so needlessly."

Guinevere cocked her head to the side. "What do mean?"

"You don't know Morgaine and Arthur like I do. He will send her away. He would cast her aside and never think of her again. After all she has done for him, too. She has saved more of our lives than I can remember. Including his." Galahad sighed. "I'll go talk to her."

Morgaine speaks…

For as long as I can remember, I was teased for being Briton. I don't recall if Morgause was. More people accepted her because she was far prettier than I was. People knew who her father was. Everyone thought that I was an illegitimate child, that my mother was a whore, who slept with men after she was married to Uther. So I was ridiculed for my mother's supposed mistake.

I remember that Morgause defended me. It never really hurt my feelings that people teased me. I had Morgause. Then Arthur and Uther began. Uther rarely noticed me. When he did, his only words were, 'don't do that, Morgaine. Don't touch that, Morgaine. Stop, Morgaine.' I did not care; from what I saw, Uther was a brute.

Then he and his son, my brother, mocked us. Once, Arthur pulled my hair and said to paint myself blue. Then Uther told me to wear deerskins. I didn't understand, so I asked Morgause. She told me that we weren't like Arthur and his father. I still didn't get it; I must have been a very ignorant child.

She said that those weren't compliments. She said that we were Britons, and that we should be proud of our heritage. I asked why they didn't mock mother. She said that mother was different. It wasn't until later that I understood what she meant. Mother was not different; they merely had respect for her. Uther because she was high and noble and Arthur only because she was his mother. It hurt even more that these people were supposed to be my family.

I remember my aunt, Viviane. She was a Briton, but no one dared mock her. She was like a mother to me. She was very wise and brave. I remember when Mother said that she, Uther and Arthur were going away for a while. Uther was going to send Morgause and I to a nunnery, but Viviane volunteered to take us to Avalon and raise us there.

I dwelled in Avalon with Viviane for sixteen years. I learned about healing and I became a priestess. I was happy there, but I felt like I was missing something. When I was sixteen, Arthur returned to Britain. Viviane told Morgause and I to go greet him. We would sail to the mainland and a group of Arthur's knights would escort us to the Wall, where Arthur was living.

We made it to the mainland. In the escort of knights was Galahad. He was the youngest of them, tall and handsome. We fell in love instantly on the way to the Wall. He was sweeter and gentler than the others. When we reached the Wall, I realized that I no longer had an empty feeling. Galahad filled it.

Once he came to me in the middle of the night. He said that once he was released from Rome's control, that he would marry me. That was the first time I was ever truly, wholly happy. I loved him more than I loved anyone in the world.

Arthur ruined everything. He said I had to leave, that Galahad had four more years in his service and that the knights had no time for love, that women just distract them. I left the Wall, broken hearted. I knew that even if Galahad's sentence was over, yet he remained with Arthur, that I would never be able to marry him. He would never leave his leader, who just so happened to be my older brother. I also knew that Arthur told me a blatant lie. He sent me away because I was Morgaine. Many of his knights were married. I was sent away because Arthur hated me.

Yet I knew, with all my heart that someday Galahad would leave Arthur and that would tie with the downfall of Arthur and Hadrian's Wall.

An hour later, Guinevere sat next to Lancelot's bed. She was telling him the story about what happened at breakfast. Lancelot raised his eyebrows. "There always has been some enmity between them."

"How so?"

"Whenever I saw them together, Morgaine was always somewhat… bitter. She was always so kind when he wasn't around."

Guinevere decided to change the subject. Right now was not the time to talk about Morgaine and Arthur. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, thank you. Morgaine helped a lot." He reached up and touched her cheek. There was a scar there from when Cyprus got her with his axe. "You got that from the Saxon, didn't you?" Guinevere nodded. He grinned at her. "When you saved me." She blushed and bowed her head.

Placing a hand on his forehead she murmured, "I would do it all over again."

"Would you, now?"

"Aye. I would put my life on the line for you." She touched the wound on his stomach. "This wound, it was my doing, wasn't it?"

"No, you did not hold the weapon."

"No, I did not hold the weapon. You felt that you fought for nothing, didn't you?" She reached out to him, resting a hand on his cheek. "At the battle at Badon, you fought for your freedom. You fought for Arthur. You fought for everyone but yourself. And five days ago, you fought for nothing."

"Why do you say that?" He asked her, smiling.

"I say that because I know what it feels like to have nothing. I was in a prison for two years. I thought I would die. Thinking so, I decided I had nothing, and wanted to live for nothing. Yet I have always had something." She brushed her lips across his. "I have always had you, Lancelot. Maybe not literally, but I always thought that I had a lover, I just hadn't found him yet." She kissed him again.

Lancelot grinned at her. His dark eyes were sparkling. "How long are you going to stay here?"

Guinevere shrugged. "I am the queen; I can stay where ever I choose." She smiled, mischievously. "I'll stay until you want me to leave."

"What if I never want you to leave?"

"Then I will never go." She sat next to him on the bed. He slid down into a laying position and his dark head was resting on the pillows. His eyes closed and Guinevere ran her hand over his cheek. She lied down next to him, fitting her slender body into the crook of his arm. Resting her head on his shoulder, the flung her free arm over his chest.

Lancelot chuckled. "What are you doing, my queen?"

Guinevere smiled up at him. "Trying to sleep." He put his arms around her and kissed her on the top of her head.

"I never want to leave you," she murmured.

"Good, because I never want you to leave." He whispered. They closed their eyes and fell asleep.

Hours later Guinevere opened her eyes. What… where am I? She saw Lancelot's sleeping form and suppressed a laugh. His mouth was wide open and she wouldn't have been surprised if his tongue was hanging out. She ran a hand lovingly over his black curls.

Gingerly, Guinevere lifted his arm off her and stood. It must be nearing noon. When she got up, Lancelot woke with a start. "Wha-what? Wassamatder?" He asked, groggily. Guinevere laughed.

"I have to leave now, love. I promise I'll be back." She kissed him, tenderly. "Do you want me to get you anything?"

"No, thanks." He touched her hand. "Right now, all I want is to leave with you." She smiled at him.

"I know." Her eyes shone with unshed tears. "I want to get away from here. Away from war and the Saxons and fighting and everything. I want to stay with you, forever." She kissed him and quietly took her leave.

With all of this I feel now
Everything inside of my heart
It all just seems to be how
Nothing I feel pulls at me at all
Again I wait for this to pull apart
To break my time in two
Another night with her
But I'm always wanting you

She's all I need
She's all I dream
She's all I'm always wanting
She's all I need
She's all I dream
She's all I'm always wanting you