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When I woke the next day, I was lying by the burnt out fire looking up at the trees. I could see Arthur sat on a fallen tree to my left, talking with Merlin. Or rather it looked more like he was being lectured by Merlin. I sat up slowly, groaning as my back ached from sleep on the cold hard ground.

Merlin looked over, "Good, you're awake. Let's go." He started walking away at an incredible swift pace. Tristan and Isolde followed after him, I hadn't even realised they were awake.

I stood up brushing the dirt off my clothes, "What's wrong with him?" I asked Arthur, who helped me brush the dirt from my back.

"He saw us last night." Arthur said looking in the direction Merlin had left, "And he's not happy about it."

"Oh." I hadn't even thought of how to tell Merlin, let alone how he would react. "We'll sort it out later?"

Arthur nodded, "One thing at a time," he smiled, "Lets catch up with them."

I picked my bag up from the ground, it was much lighter now that most of the food had been eaten; I swung it on to my back and started to walk the way everyone else had gone. Arthur and I walked side by side in silence, both of us deep in thought. We caught up with the rest of the group quickly, Arthur began to walk beside Merlin and I could hear pulling telling Arthur about the legend of the first King of Camelot and his sword. I didn't really pay any attention; Gaius had told me the story before. Then of course we reached a small valley in the trees, at its base stood a large round rock with a sword sticking up from the centre, shinning in the sunlight.

As we stood there, Merlin told Arthur to retrieve the sword. Arthur looked at him in disbelief, "It's stuck fast in solid rock!"

"You have to believe, Arthur." Merlin told him, and as he did people started to emerge from the trees. The knights and people of Camelot lined the edges of the small valley; all eyes were focused on Arthur. He pulled against the hilt of the sword with no success.

"Focus Arthur, believe." Merlin called out to him.

I smiled reassuringly as Arthur looked at me before glancing quickly around the crowd. He took a deep breath and stepped forward once again, this time taking the hilt in his right hand and lifting his arm slowly. Merlin's eyes glowed gold as the sword began to move from the stone. Arthur held the sword up in his hand as the people gathered around started to chant, "LONG LIVE THE KING!"

Arthur looked at the sword in his hand in both awe and surprise. The few knights that were there, walked forwards bowing before him, after a few seconds everybody followed their lead. "Tonight," Arthur declared, "We take back our kingdom."

Cheers came up from the crowd as people began to slowly disperse chattering happily amongst themselves. I walked down the slope towards Arthur, smiling as I did.

"I told you, they hadn't lost faith in you."

"Yes, you did." Arthur smiled, pulling me close to him and pressing his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my toes to pull myself closer. I was vaguely aware of everybody else disappearing as I willed the moment to last forever. But before long Arthur pulled away slightly; resting his lips against my forehead he whispered;

"Will you promise me that you'll stay here? Away from the danger. Help look after the people."

"If you promise to come back to me in one piece, I will promise to stay here." I told him as I rested my head against his chest.

He tilted my head back and looked me in the eye, "I will always come back to you, Lilia."

I smiled, reaching up and giving him a light kiss. "Good, now go save your kingdom."

He smiled and let me go. He turned and walked in the direction he could hear the knights voices. I watched him go, before walking towards a camp the people had made.

The was an air of excitement about the camp. People were rushing around organising provisions and other belongings. Some of the more able men were gathering weapons and heading over to join the knights. A few of the women were gathering medical supplies. I joined them and began rolling the bandage being passed around, we heard the knights and volunteers leave the camp and start the short journey to Camelot. The rest of the camp fell silent as we all prayed they would be successful. As the day turned to night, some began to settle in makeshift tents, whilst others sat huddled around the fire; a few sat beside the path to Camelot, waiting for any sign or clue of how the battle was progressing.

I sat myself against a tree, and watched the silent night; occasionally I thought I could hear people coming towards me, but it was only ever my imagination. A part of me wished I had gone with them, but I knew Arthur would never allow it and neither would Merlin. Eventually I drifted off into a troubled sleep.

Suddenly I found myself in a cold dark room. Statues of serpent heads lined a stone path, with a large ornate stone carving of a face at the end. The room smelled damp and water surrounded the path. At the top of the path I could see a young boy hunched over a small figure. I took a few steps closer, my movements made no noise despite the shallow puddles covering the path. I looked closed and realised the small figure was a young red-haired girl, no older than eleven. I rushed forwards and knelt by her head, I reached out my hand to touch her face but it went straight through, almost ghost like.

"No, Ginny. No, please don't be dead." The boy was sobbing slightly looking at her. I looked at him properly for the first time. His face was familiar.

With a gasp I realised I'd seen him before, this was the boy from the room with the mirror. The boy who had called me 'mum'. I looked closely at his face, his eyes were an identical colour to my own, as was the colour of his hair. But he's features, they looked so alike Arthur.

"Who are you?" I asked. For a second, I thought he'd heard me because he looked up, but I quickly realised he was looking through me. I turned and followed his gaze. Behind me stood another boy, though this one was older and there was something odd about the way he looked, almost as though he wasn't really there. I noticed his lips moving and quickly looked back at the younger boy, his lips were also moving. It looked as though they were talking but I couldn't hear anything being said. The younger was looking towards a wall where some writing appeared. Suddenly he stood up, his face filled with anger. A portion of the stone carving began to move and from within emerged a snake. But not an ordinary snake, this one was bigger than any I had ever seen. Its body was almost the same height of my own and its width covered half of the path we stood on. The young boy turned on his heels running in the direction of some tunnels behind us, the snake followed after him at a speed unnatural for its size.

The two disappeared and I focused my attention back on the unconscious girl. This time when I reached my hand towards her, it connected with the cold soft skin of her forehead. I could feel a poison within her, freezing her in place. I took a deep breath and focused harder as my eyes shone gold and I felt the magic pass from my hand into her body, healing her of the poison that had immobilised her system. Moments passed and her eyes flickered open, she looked at me dazed. I smiled, in an attempt to keep her calm.

I heard fast splashing footsteps from behind me, as the boy reappeared followed by the snake. Something passed over my head and dropped a small fabric object close to the boys feet. At first it seemed empty, but when the boy fell to the ground an object appeared within it. I couldn't see clearly and didn't want to move, very aware that I was still healing the girl. I could see better when the fight moved onto the wall the snake had emerged from. It was a sword. A sword that looked an awful lot like the one I had just seen Arthur pull from the Stone. I positioned myself in front of the girl, blocking her view of the fight. With one hand still on her head, I reached the other out in the direction of the snake. As it lunged at the boy, I whispered a spell and my eyes turned gold again, the snake was held back just long enough for the boy to deal a fatal blow to its head. The snake writhed in pain and fell to the ground, where it laid finally still.

The boy climbed down, he took a few steps and fell to the ground. A large fang protruded from his arm. Before I could even move he had pulled it out, and a second later a fiery looking bird was beside him. Tears fell from its eye onto the wound, just moments later the wound had fully healed; in fact had I not seen the injury I wouldn't have believed there was one. The boy looked at the bird, words I couldn't hear coming from his mouth. He looked towards the older boy who was stood in the corner his eyes full of fury.

Suddenly the younger boy ran towards me the fang in his hand, he dropped down beside the girl and pulled a book from her hands. Flinging it on the ground he stabbed it with the fang. The figure of the older boy started clutching himself as holes appeared all over his body, admitting a terrifying glow. The boy continued to stab the book violently, until the other boy had completely disappeared. He cast aside the fang and crawled towards the girl.

"Ginny?" He said looking at her scared. I let go of her head, mostly surprised I could hear him again. I took a step back as Ginny sat up.

"Harry? What happened?"

I watched the boy carefully, realising I now knew his name; Harry. I knew who he was. He was my son, I didn't understand how but he was, I could see it so clearly. He smiled at Ginny.

"It's ok, Ginny. We're going to be ok now."

She smiled, but then turned to look at me. "Thank you for helping me," she said sweetly, "but who are you?"

Harry looked up, following her gaze. He saw me. "Mum?" He whispered. He reached out his hand to me. I took it; his skin was cold and covered in dirt but I could feel his pulse beating steady beneath it. He gasped feeling my touch, a tear escaping his eye. I pulled him into a tight hug without even realising what I was doing. I pulled away and smiled at him, and Ginny. He opened his mouth to say something, but I heard someone calling my name. I turned away in search of the source, and when I turned back I wasn't in the chamber anymore; instead I was back in the forest, leaning against the tree still.

"Lilia, someone's coming." A woman called out to me.

I stood up, glancing at my hand I realised it was slightly wet and covered in dirt. It wasn't a dream. I looked at my hand in disbelief, I had just met my son. My son who wasn't even conceived yet. My mind reeled from the revelation.

The sound of horses hooves caused me to look up, I stared ahead of me filled with anticipation, my recent revelations pushed to the back of my mind. From down the path I saw the signature red cloak of Camelot. They got closer and I could see Sir Leon, accompanied by guards.

"Camelot is ours, King Arthur has taken back his throne." He declared loudly to the growing crowd around me. Cheers erupted around me, as grin spread across my own face. Leon climbed off his horse and stood in front of me. "Arthur has given me orders to bring you back with me." He told me smiling and holding out his hand, I took it smiling and he helped me onto his horse.

We rode quickly back to Camelot, with only two guards accompanying us; the rest remaining behind to escort the people back to their homes. The trees passed in a blur and before long I could see the turrets of the castle in the near distance. The horses hooves pounded the dirt as it carried us across the draw bridge. We slowed to a trot as we got closer to the palace courtyard.

Arthur was sat on the steps with Merlin, both smiling happily at each other. When he saw us stop just a short distance from the steps he stood and walked towards us. Taking my hand he helped me down from the horse and pulled me into a tight embrace. I melted into his arms, resting my head on his shoulder. I could see Merlin on the steps, he smiled and nodded at before standing up and following Leon inside the palace.

Arthur pulled back ever so slightly and gentle cupped my face angling it towards his, he reached down with his lips and gently touched mine, as I kissed him back we drew each other closer; enjoying the feeling of love and happiness that spread between us. I melted further into his arms feeling safer than I ever had before.

Leaning my head back, I looked him in the eye and smiled, "Thank you, for keeping your promise."

He smiled, and pulled me back in, kissing me once more.

Thank you for reading! A lot of important events in this chapter, so please let me know what you think of the story.

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