Hello, thank you for reading. I hope that you are enjoying the story, and everyone that wanted to read the second part of the trilogy has been able to find it. I promise in this chapter one of the mysteries will be resolved, who Merlin is about to talk to, who sent the green knight. The others, who is the dark sorceress, and who was the priestess at the starts of this story, and what was going on there. I'm afraid will not be resolved for a few more chapter. It will all make sense when it comes out, and there should be a few hints along the way.

Thank you for the reviews. I can't believe after just two chapters, I have ten reviews. That is amazing, thank you.

Red lighting. Thank you, glad you like it.

TheNoxtoYourLumos. I know what you mean; I am really bad at putting things off too. Thank you, I hope you won't be disappointed when who it is, is revealed.

Dawn Ruthless. Thank you for the double review. The computes at my school are so slow to, it is such a nightmare. I hope to (Don't want to sound like I'm talking about the show but) make this part darker than the last one. There will be much more fighting. Got to love Gwaine. You could be right, have to wait and see.

Witchprincess18. That was what I was planning. The only way I seem to get humour into the story seems to be to kind of copy it from the show. At least that way I know it works. Good guess, have to wait and see. Really glad to hear that. That was how I was imaging them thinking, so glad it came across that way. I'm sure he'll be fine. I like him to much too really hurt him.

maryamT. That is a very good guess. I don't know about essay, I can't think of a way to get her back from the dead, can you. Mordred plays a big part in the story, this maybe when he comes back into it fully. To create suspense, and get people to keep read. It's manipulative, but you have to do what you have to do to get people to keep reading.

One last thing, Morgana will be in this chapter. That doesn't mean she is the one Merlin is talking to at the start though. There is a link to the dress she is wearing on my profile, under green dress. I hope you will have a look and let me know what you think.

Also I feel I should have a song for this chapter, but I couldn't think of one at first. So I tried to think of one after I had written it, which I've never done before. So the two songs I came up with may not fit so well, but any way. For Merlin's confrontation with whomever he is talking to at the start of the chapter, either listen to Rollin in the deep by Adela, or I don't care by apocalyptica.

A cold grin crossed her face as she looked into his wide, shocked eyes, enjoying his confusion. He was having a hard time understanding why the person in-front of him would have done what they had. Slowly she began to walk around the stone table that separated them, he too moved. They circled each other, never breaking the tightly held gaze they held. Sizing each other up. Trying to read what the other was thinking.

"You look surprised, you shouldn't be." She sounded almost playful. As if she didn't fully understand the gravity of what she had done, what brought him here.

"Why are you doing this." Merlin asked, still unable to think of a reason that made sense.

Just under his cold, angry tone, was the hint of hurt, pain. "Is that really all you have to say to an old friend, one that you haven't seen in such a long time." Her lips curled into a grin. "Especially after how things were left."

"Why, how."

"Do you really have to ask me that." She sounded hurt. "Surely you of al people know why."

"YES, apparently I do. What are you trying to achieve Morgana." She pulled away from his gaze. "Why are you so intent of hurting people that have never done anything to you. Why do you insist on lashing out at the world."

Her eyes shot back to lock on his. "Never done anything to me."

"Yes." He quickly moved over to her, she stood rooted to the spot. "Uther hurt you, I hurt you. Arthur, Gwen, Gwaine, they have never hurt you. They are the ones that you are really hurting with your actions."

"What would you know. You have never been persecuted, almost killed, hated because of who you are." As it had the first time he had questioned her about her actions against Camelot in the tombs of the city, the anger quickly dropped away from her voice and all that he heard was deep sadness.

"I have magic too Morgana." She rolled her eyes and looked away from him. "I know what it is like to feel alone, to hide who you are. To put on an act all the time. Know that if anyone you care about finds out, then you will most likely lose them forever. Look at you differently."

"But you have never been looked at differently, like you are nothing." Her eyes turned from him, looking over the stone walls. The sun had now risen, casting an odd orange glow over the room. "That look, is so cold, yet it burns deep into you."

"I see that look. I see in the eyes of people I care about, in everyone. Even in my mother's eyes, yours too, I see it in everyone." He confessed.

"That is in your head. No one has ever really looked at you like that." She lightly shook her head as she spoke. "Except maybe me." For a second a smile crossed her face. "You are so careful to hide who you really are. So no one sees the real you."

"Except you." "

"You have no idea what it's truly like."

In the orange glow, early morning light, he saw her about to say the word to, but she stopped herself before she said anymore. There was an odd look in her eyes. She had always for as long as he had known her had a far of look in her eyes. It was a look that when he found out more about her, her magic, that he understood. She was always watching people, every move they made. So that if they saw through her, she knew how best to react, defend herself, attack. When she returned to Camelot for the first time, he saw that look coming out more strongly. She was always on the defensive, ready to protect herself. She felt she had to, like she was backed into a corner. That was one of the things that made her a dangerous enemy. She always had her back up, ready to fight if she felt threated, without really thinking.

She would never believe him, but he knew that feeling. Always being on your guard. Seeing everyone as a possible threat. It was something that had gotten better, as he grew in strength and confidence, but it was always there. He could understand why she felt it more strongly than he did, but that was no excuse for lashing out at people that have done nothing to harm her. Mixed in with the odd look, he saw a hint of arrogance. She didn't see him as much of threat. It was best she thought that way. Best that she underestimated him. Her knowledge of the old ways, magic was greater than his. That she believed would give her an advantage over him. He knew that wasn't completely true, she was strong though. That look, that feeling was what made her seem stronger. He was at his most powerful when backed into a corner, threated. She felt like that all the time.

Something had clearly happened to her in the past year. She had dark circles under her eyes and her skin was just as pale. Showing she had had little rest or time in teh sun. Something had brought her back to where she had been when she was brought back to Camelot. It saddened him to see her fall back into darkness and hate. He still had to do what he came here to do though regardless.

"Morgana, I'm going to give you one chance." Her eyes slowly drifted back to meet his. "Stop this now."

"Or what." It seemed this was already hopeless. She was clearly defensive and would not talk to him properly.

"I'll make you or find another way to stop it."

Regaining some of her composer, she smile what looked like a really smile. "Over reacting a little aren't you."

The faint, low laugh that escaped her lips, hung in the air, as she turned to walk away. His mouth opened in shock, as a breath of air escaped his lips. "Morgana." Once his feeling of shock wore off, he was just left with a feeling of anger and frustration. Why did she always have to do this. Why couldn't she seem to find something else, other than hate and anger to drive her. He really hadn't wanted it to come to this, but he had to stop her. He had to show her that he meant what he said.

She felt him about to raise his arm, most likely to strike her with a stunning spell. In one quick movement she lifted her arm too and turned to face him. The next few seconds went by so quickly it was like it all happened in the blink of an eye.

His eyes started to open first. When he could focus them, he was looking at the stone table a few feet to his right. His head ached, like he had been hit with a metal water jug or something heaver. Putting all of his weight onto his right side he pulled himself up to a sitting position. His eyes glanced over the large room. For the first time he could see it clearly. The sun was now fully in the sky.

Morgana was still lying on the ground a good distance away from him. Her black cloak had been knocked off, as she was thrown back by his stunning spell. She from his angel looked like a dark green bundle of fabric. With a deep breath he made the final push to get back on his feet. The room span round him, forcing him to wait a few seconds before walking over to her. She lay on her back, her right hand by her head. He watched her for second or so. Watched her breathing in and out, making sure she was still alive. Then he focused on her eyes, they showed no sign of opening. A slight smile threatened to cross his face. It seemed he was truly more powerful after all.

"Morgana." His voice was low, from having the wind knocked out of him. "Morgana." He spoke again a little louder. Still she didn't move an inch. "Morgana." This time slight panic crept into his voice.

He had never meant to really hurt her, he never had. He just wanted her to see the damage she had done. With a slightly shacking hand he moved to take hold of her shoulder. Before he could bend down even an inch, a sudden pain shout through his right leg, which forced him to his knees.

As he fell down onto his knees, she quickly pulled herself to her feet. "Now that is where I like you, your rightful place. On your knees in-front of me." While he may be the more powerful of the two, she was by far the most pragmatic. Always seeming to have a back- up plan.

His eyes focused on the stone floor in-front of him, as his head had started to spin again. Slowly as she spoke, his eyes lifted, looking her over, seeing her clearly for the first time in almost a year. She wore a simple dark green dress, with some black details. It had a large skirt, and low neck line, so he saw how thin she was. He would have expected her to look healthier, after spending a year with the druids. Instead she looked thin, and very pale. Her eyes look tired. Glancing back down he saw she was not wearing her healing bracelet. That would explain why she looked so tired.

"Funny, this is how I like you too. Tired and over confident." He pulled himself up, as she simply took a step back. "I see you're not wearing your bracelet. What happened." He asked, aiming to get a reaction form her.

"That has nothing to do with you." She spoke through gritted teeth, but the flash of anger in her eyes gave her real feelings away. As she spoke she took hold of her right wrist where she used to wear the bracelet. Further showing he had touched a nerve. For a second before swiftly lifted up her arm again.

Not paying any attention to her raised arm, he took a step towards her. "What happened to you Morgana."

She refused to have him think he was intimidating her, so she stood rooted to the spot. "That question is getting very old Merlin. You know perfectly well what happened to me, why don't you try another one."

"This year, since you left." He clarified.

Her eyes that had been staring him down now pulled away. Her arm too started to lower a little. It was fear that now crossed her eyes. Seeing his chance he moved quickly to stand right in-front of her. "Morgana-" He moved his hands to rest on her shoulders, but she tensed up, and before he laid a hand on her, he felt the air moving around him.

Turning his head a little he saw a large piece of the stone table speeding towards him. About a second after Morgana ducked down to her knees to get out of the way, he did too. The air sped quickly above their heads. When the piece of stone hit against the far way breaking into little pieces, almost at the same time they pulled themselves to their feet.

Annoyance was clear on the witch's face, as she turned to face the warlock. Her arm was about to be raised, but he moved first. Lifting both of his arms into the air. "I told you to save your anger for me. I won't go back on my word. If you want to have it out now that's fine. Just tell me why, what happened."

Her half raised arm fell to her side, as her eyes fell to the floor. "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me, you'd be surprised." Merlin surprisingly teased.

When he saw the look in her eyes, when she lifted them to met his, he knew that had been the wrong thing to say. To like what he had said to her before a long time ago. A different time. "You can trust me Merlin." She responded in a mock tone. "You know you can." Morgana took a step back form him. "That you have no idea what it truly means to be persecuted for what you are. no idea at all." The last few words she spoke close to a whisper.

"Whatever has happened to you, it is no excuse for this. Morgana, you have to stop this."

"Why should I help those that never helped me."

"Never helped you."

"The only person that ever helped me was my sister."

"You're wrong. Morgause used you…"

"No. she saved me. Yes she used me for the enchantment, but when you killed me, she choose to give up her plan to save me. If she had let me die, she could have still killed Uther."

"How does any of what you're doing none get you the throne."

Her head was lowered, but he could see her turning her features into a unreadable expression. "You assume that the throne is my goal."

"Isn't it."

She scoffed a little and quickly turned and walked away. Revenge, that was her goal. She knew it was petty and would in the end only lead her to more losses and misery, but she couldn't stop herself.

"Morgana, it really doesn't have to be like this. There is more to life than hate, anger and revenge."

Morgana stopped, and turned her head to face him half way. "What else do I have but hate."

For a second he truly felt strong pity for her. She was so lost. There seemed to be no sign of the girl he had met four years ago. He had put it off, given her more chances than he would have given anyone else, but this had to stop. His friend's life was on the line and she clearly had something bigger planned. He had to stop her, whatever it took. Even if in a small way it would pain him, haunt him for the rest of his life.

"Forbærne yfel." He said in a even, unfeeling voice.

The witch was stopped in her tracks as a ring of fire erupted around her. Slowly she turned so she was facing Merlin. through the flames. She lowered her head, watching the flames dancing around her. He didn't hear her, but she muttered a spell under her breath. When she lifted her head, her eyes glowed gold.

A huge weight suddenly hit Merlin on his back, knocking him to the ground. The water from the large puddle under the hole in the roof, had been enchanted to leap forth striking Merlin. With his concentration broken, the flames lowered around Morgana. Rather than moving away Morgana raised her arm, as Merlin started to pull himself up. With one word she froze the water around him, making it harder for him to get up. With a grin on her face she turned and walked away.

Merlin gritted his teeth, and focused his magic on melting the ice around him. With a stone face, he pulled himself to his feet.

"Morgana." He yelled at her back in warning.

His voice was almost drowned out by the rushing wind. As she turned back to face him, she had to pull her hair from her face so she could see him. He spoke words, that if she could hear him she would have understood. The rushing wind, collected together till a whirlwind was created in-between them. It moved towards her. With a slight look of fear on her face, she raise her hand, trying to fight it back.. It was no use, it was too strong. Her hand lowered a little as it got closer and she gave in to the inevitable.

It was best to close your eyes, she decided, and try and not focused on anything. She felt nothing, no pain, no dizziness, as she was picked up and blown across the room. When she was finally thrown from the whirlwind, he undid the enchantment. Then turned his attention onto Morgana. She was a few feet from hitting the ground. Stretching his arm out, he slowed her down, but couldn't stop her.

He moved over to her. Her eyes twitched a little, but she showed no other sign of getting up. Waiting for her to come to, he reached into his pocket, taking hold of something he hoped that he wouldn't have to use, especially now that it was her he was facing.

Her eyes finally opened. If she had more strength, she would have rolled her eyes at Merlin looking down on her the way he was. "What are you waiting for, aren't you going to kill me."

"No. I'm not going to be like you. I choose to learn for my mistake, not repeat them." His hand in his pocked gripped tighter onto the cold object he was holding. "You are coming back to Camelot with me and you are going to stop the green knight."

"I will die before I go back there while Uther is alive."

He now pulled the cold object from his pocket. He watched her eyes widen in horror at what he was holding in his left hand. "If you don't come willingly I have no choice but to make you wear this again and drag you back."

"You know with that, I can't use my magic." She was trying to sound unfazed, but he could she in her eyes it was an act.

"Come on Morgana, we both know that's not entirely true. The bracelet blocks most of your magic, not all. Conjuring the green knight must have used a lot of magic, returning him would also take a great deal of magic. Which you can do with this."

Her eyes seemed to be locked on the bracelet he held. He could see her chest raising and falling at a fast rate, as her heart raced and her breathing became strained. He never thought that she would react so strongly to the bracelet. In the back of his mind he wondered if it was more than just the bracelet itself that was freighting her like this. Could it have something to do with what had happened to her this past year. A part of him wanted to ask her, but he had to wait.

He slowly reached out his left hand. "It you choose. I can enchant the bracelet again." He now reached out his right hand. "Or you can come back willingly."

"What is there to stop. The green knight delivered the goblet. Do you want me to tell Gwen that I was responsible. Is that what this is all about."

"And the rest." He let his arms fall to his sides.

"What rest. I've had dreams since I left. A battlefield scattered with dead. Faces we know. Gwen and Lancelot fleeing on horseback. I was warning her not to make that mistake. They could destroy all that you are trying so very hard to create. At such a great cost." The venom was clear in her voice.

"What about the challenge."

Looking down on her, she did look confused and shocked. "What kind of reckless fool would provoke a-" She stopped because it was clear who that fool was.

Merlin met her eyes, seeing that she had come to the correct conclusion by the fear in her eyes he nod to confirm it.

Morgana let out a deep sigh. "You stupid, brave fool." She muttered chastising the brave knight under her breath.

Merlin gave her a moment to take in what had happened, before again holding out his arms to her. "It's your choice Morgana."

Morgana looked up at the open right hand he offered her. Pulling herself up a little with her right elbow, she reached out her left hand to take his right. He let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes. He was so relieved that she had chosen to stop fighting him. He felt her hand, take hold of his wrist. A cold chill ran down his spine. he looked down, Morgana was holding onto his left wrist, just above the bracelet.

She started to pull herself up, he automatically helped her. Once standing, her hand quick slipped down from his wrist to take hold of the bracelet as well as him.

"Forbearnan."

Fire sprung to life around the bracelet at the witch's words. They both quickly let it go, dropping it to the ground. He watched it drop, then looked back at Morgana.

"Don't you ever threaten me with that again ever." She warned in an ice cold voice that he was surprised didn't extinguish the fire burning the bracelet.

With a sweep of her green dress, she once again turned from him and walked away. He looked down at the burning gold on the stone floor. It was bubbling and hissing. The magic reacting to being destroyed emitted a strange purple smoke. He lifted his eyes to morgana, who was slowly walking away. Stepping over the pool of gold and red stones, he followed her.

Most people that guessed who Merlin was talking to at the end of the last chapter were right. It wasn't that big of a surprise though, I tried to make it one, but it was pretty obvious. I felt bad about lying saying it may not be her, but I didn't want to give it away before this chapter.

The stuff about why she seems more powerful than him, I remember reading or hearing in an interview about season 4. That is kind of the way I see it. I also wanted to maybe make an excuse for why Merlin may not seem that powerful in part one of this story. That is something I am working on. He will have a lot of opportunity to show how powerful he is, in this part. i also used a few things from their fight in season 4, cause i didn't know how to write a magical fight.

I also wanted to use elements more. I think merlin is Fire and air, which is a nice balance, yin and yang. Morgana is water and earth, also a balance of yin and yang. So they are similar but different. This also kind of fitted into my idea of magic coming from nature, all around you. S someone with magic, will have an affinity to certain elements.

The way I see it.

Merlin, fire, air.

Morgana, Water, earth.

Mordred. Earth, air.

Morgause. Fire, earth.

Nimueh. Fire, water.

Sorry if this is boring.

I have also added a poll to my profile, about who you think the dark sorceress is, there are five people it could be. So if you want to vote on that, it would be great.

Thank you for reading I hope you liked it. If you have the time I would love to hear what you think about it, also I am still in need a few ideas for small, couple of chapters stories for the story, so please review and let me know any ideas you may have.