Thank you for reading; I hope you are enjoying the story. I am sorry it took so long again for me to up-date. As I promised before I am not going to go into all of that again. I also go back to school this week, so that was a factor as well.

Guest. Thank you. They really do have a bittersweet relationship. I think it is a case of bad timing. That is great to know, thank you.

Dawn Ruthless. I love that idea to, I would love to see it in the show, but I don't think that will happen. I never even thought of that, that is great, thank you. That will be explained in this chapter. It will be interesting. At least I hope so.

Guest. I hope it will be interesting.

LightningBolt2. I'm sorry to hear you're not going to write your own stuff. I think you should give it a try, if I can do it any one can. I look forward to hearing from you either way.

I will apologize in advance. As I said before I haven't seen the Aithusa episode. So if I get the character of Julius or the events of the episode wrong then I am sorry, and hope that it won't ruin the story. I just felt that the dragons seem to be going to be such a large part of the next season, that I wanted to use them too. I also really liked the idea of Morgana having a real alli, that is on her side.

The woods they walked through was bathed in a warm glow as the sun began to set. Julius led the way, he had the map after all that lead to their destination. At one point Merlin handed his half of the key to Morgana to carry in the inner pocket of her cloak. This did not go unnoticed by Julius's watchful eye. When the sun had fully set, and they found a good place to stop for the night, she handed it back to Merlin. Neither looked at Julius as they did this, but they knew he was still watching them carefully. Once Merlin had packed it away again, Julius spoke. He was the first person to speak more than one word since they left the inn. He said he was going to get some firewood. Neither said that firewood was not necessary to make fire, not when they had magic.

When he was sure that Julius was gone Merlin turned quickly to look at Morgana. "Do you think he'll try and take it." He spoke to her as they had been commutating during their walk, so they wouldn't be over hear.

Morgana answered out loud. "He's been keeping track of when we pass it to each other, but I don't think he'll try and steal it." Merlin gave a nod, and turned to start unpacking the pack he brought with him. "At least not from me." Merlin quickly turned to look at her again. "He needs me, my magic. You are just here to do as I say."

"Is that what he thinks." She smirked as an answer. "Is that what he meant, what you were talking about. Does he think that I, we-"

"Don't be stupid." He now looked more confused than before. "You know very little about the old religion don't you." She stated not needing an answer.

"Maybe not as much as you, but that doesn't mean that I understand magic any less."

As he spoke he moved towards her. There was strength, confidence in his voice, that she only ever heard when he was talking about his destiny or magic. It was that tone, sign of inner power, that more than anything showed her how powerful he really was. She still found it hard to believe what she knew about him, but it was not so impossible.

"As a high priestess, I have knowledge of certain areas of magic, that you will never know. You I'm sure remember the blood guard." Morgana spoke with the same confidence and pride Merlin did.

"Yes." There was a tone to his voice that made it clear his memory of the blood guard was not a happy one.

"They are loyal to us, because of a kind of magic that only we can use."

Merlin was starting to understand. "So he thinks you're controlling me, that I'm-"

"Undyingly loyal to me, yes." A look clear offence spread across his face, before he turned back to lay out the blankest. "Don't look so surprised. You are undyingly to one person, just not me."

Merlin turned back to face her and started walking back, he had a look on his face, that she hated. It was the look he had when he came to find her in the woods, because Arthur had sent him to check on her. It was a look of arrogance and self-righteous. "So you really are an enchantress." Though he knew it wasn't the case he couldn't help but worry, think about the possibility that she had been using this power more than she let on. What if it how she gain in some small way Arthur and Gwen's forgiveness. Gwaine's care. "I heard the men of the court talking about you when I first arrived. About how you-"

"It may be hard for you to understand, but I don't have to use magic to make people understand that what I'm fighting for is the right thing."

He was about to span back but they were interrupted by a call for their names. Julius made a big show of calling out to them when he got close to them. He went on about how hard it was to find the wood in the faint light. They weren't interested in what he had to say. Neither was he, he was just trying to fill the silence. He seemed to be unable to stand silence for more than a few minutes.

The fire hadn't even begun to go out by the time all three of them where wrapped up in their separate blankets, trying to sleep. A cold wind blew over them. It moved some of Morgana's hair into her face. She was curled up on her right side, facing away from the two men sleeping at least ten feet to her left. Shaking her head a little, she moved the hair from her face, and pulled the blanket a little tighter around her.

A few seconds later she was startled from her sleep. She felt a light tough on her cheek. A memory sprung to the front of her mind. The memory of waking up after Merlin had poisoned her, on the isle of the blessed, with her sister looking after her. Another memory quickly followed, a much less pleasant one. The memory of sleeping in the cells of Camelot, awaiting her death. Her eyes shot open, not wanting to remember that. With her eyes open she quickly pulled herself to a sitting position. Her breathing was a little strained, but she felt herself relax a little, as she looked in-front of her, at the trees bathed in faint moonlight. Closing her eyes she took in a deep breath in. with her eye shot of a second, she felt the touch on her cheek again. Slowly opening her eyes she turned to her right. Her breathing raced, as she took in a sharp intake of breath.

"Sister."

The voice was low, almost drowned out by the wind, but Morgana heard it ringing in her head. Her breathing once again became strained, her body threatened to burst into uncontrollable sobbing. Morgause left her hand against her sister's cheek, slowly stocking her skin with her thump. Just as a sob escaped her lips, Morgana moved forward wrapping her arms around her sister's neck. Morgause held her back, placing her hand on the back of her head so she could stroke her head, soothing her sister a little more.

"It's ok, don't cry." Morgause whispered.

Morgana after what felt like a long time pulled back so she could look her sister in the face. It had been so long, a year and a half. She wanted to see if her memory of what her sister looked like was correct or if she had started to forget her. The light was so poor, she feared she wouldn't be able to see her clearly enough. Morgause was sitting on her knees by Morgana's blanket, the silver of her cloak shinning in the moonlight. When she looked at her face to face, she found she needn't have worried. One thing worried her though, the mark on the left side of Morgause's face was gone. Morgause looked just as she had before they lost Camelot. Like the years had not touched her. Morgana became a little ashamed to have her sister look at her. The many months since they last saw each other had been worse to her. Leaving her drained of all colour and life, in her eyes, skin and hair.

In the faint light, Morgause saw her sister's eyes looking over her face, studying it, taking it all in. Lifting her hand, she again touched Morgana's cheek, whipping away the traces of tears on her face. "It's ok." Removing her hand form Morgana's cheek, she rested them in her lap.

Morgana nodded. "I felt so alone."

"I know." Morgause stopped her. "I'm so sorry I haven't been able to help you more."

"You have done more for me than anyone else." Morgana now felt the need to comfort her sister, reaching out she placed her hand over Morgause's clasped hands. "You have helped me be who I really am. You opened up the world of magic for me. No matter what has happened…I wouldn't give that up for anything."

Morgause had her eyes lowered as Morgana spoke. Not trusting herself to meet her sister's eyes. Finally after a few seconds she lifted her gaze. "You were born for more than this. I know all that has happened to you. Morgana-"

"Please no. I don't…I can't." Morgause lifted one of her hands to rest on top of Morgana's. While she had been talking she had been squeezing her hands very tightly.

"Shh, he can't hurt you now."

Morgana nodded, hating herself for being so weak. "Sorry sister. You taught me to be stronger than this."

Morgause took in sharp breath out of shock. "You, my sister are the strongest person that I know." Morgana scoffed a little under her breath. "I'm the one that is sorry. For you have to be strong still. You know though, that even if I'm no longer with you like I once was, that doesn't mean that I am not always with you."

Morgana nodded, as she did something hit her. Something that in the back of her mind she had known all along, but didn't want to admit, because this was to important. This wasn't real, she was dreaming, or it was her sisters doing from Avalon. Either way, Morgause was not with her, she was still alone.

Her eyes shot open, her heart racing as she pulled her upper body off the ground. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Though she was trying to fight them back, bite her lip to stop herself, she was closing to crying out. When she was about to give in, she instead gave out a faint yell, as an unfamiliar voice called her name.

While yelling she spun round to behind her, were the voice had come from. A sigh of relief escaped her, as she found herself looking at Julius. "Are you ok."

Merlin too, who was sleeping in-between them, was also now sitting up. "Morgana-"

"I'm fine." She turned away from them. Lying down once again she pulled the blanket around her as much as she could. Clenching her eyes shut she tried to drown out their faint voices behind her, and fall back asleep.

"Is something wrong." The tone in his voice told Merlin that he was not really concerned for Morgana. Judging by the look of him, he hadn't slept at all. His clothes didn't look creased, and his hair was still flat against his head. His own hair, Merlin just knew was most likely sticking up a little at the back, it always did that every morning. It had been like that for as long as he could remember. His mother would fuss out flattening it before he left the house. Now he fussed over it before he left his room. Julius had most likely been watching them, maybe to see if he could steal the key part form them, or out of fear they might try and steal his half.

Merlin quickly cast a glance back at Morgana. "She's a seer."

Julius gave a seemingly all-knowing nod of his head. "The nights must be very hard for her." Merlin gave a faint nod, and turned away from him, laying back down. "Good night. Merlin, my lady." Neither so much as stirred a little in response.

Merlin didn't close his eyes right away, he looked over at Morgana's back. He wondered what she must be thinking, what she must have seen.

"Morgana, did you have a vision."

She made no response to him either. Not wanting to push it, he closed his eyes and like her tried to sleep again. Both now with the feeling of Julius's eyes on them.

As the sun rose into the air, a small battle of wills began. Morgana had not been able to get back to sleep, Merlin had only slept for an hour or so and Julius had remained awake as before, keeping watch. It was now an inner battle to see who would reveal they were awake first. Whoever did that ran the risk of showing that they may not fully trust their traveling companions. Which in turn would only lead more attention onto them.

Growing tired of laying in the same position for so long, Morgana moved to pulled herself up. Giving in, being the first to move. Just as she did, she once again heard her name being called. Turning round as she stood up she smiled faintly at Julius. Merlin then too pulled himself up. The fire was fully put out, the packs packed again and they moved on. Like before no one really talked, except for few words every now and again as they walked on.

Morgana found her thoughts drifting a lot. On a number of occasions, she got the hem of her dress caught on a twig, or tripped a little over a rock. After walking for what felt like hours, but it was not ley midday, she tripped again. This time she fell onto her knees. Merlin and Julius who had been walking ahead of her, heard her fall, and turned round to see what had happened. She let out a frustrated sigh, just as they reached her. They each took hold of one of her arms and helped pull her up. As she helped pull herself up, Morgana's eyes lifted from the ground, to the trees in the distance, and the hills. In the middle of which, about half a mile at most from them she saw it. The men facing the other direction didn't see it. They saw the look on her face, just before they were about to move on and turned to look at what she was looking at.

The three of them were silent as they had been most of the time they had spent together as they looked over the warm coloured leafed trees, at the large dark stone tower, the tomb of Ashkanar. Julius started to laugh under his breath, before he couldn't help himself any longer and laughed out loud. "After all these years." He moved past them, heading toward the tower. As he did he patted Merlin on the shoulder.

Merlin too was smiling a little. Once Julius had walked on a little ahead, he turned to Morgana, while letting out a quite laugh. The look on her face, silenced him from any further laughing. "What's wrong."

Her eyes were locked onto the tower, and she looked paler than normal. Worry clear in her eyes. She didn't take her eyes of the tower to answerer him. "I have seen this tower in my dreams. Seen it crumb and fall."

Merlin was looking between Morgan and the tower. After a few seconds he asked a question. "When." He didn't know why that was important, but it seemed important. If she had maybe dreamed it a long time ago, then maybe it was set in stone, if it was recently, then there maybe a chance to change it. The logic of this didn't make much sense, his train of thought was messy, but it was the first thing that came to mind.

She looked as confused as he felt by his question, but answered anyway. "When you placed the sleeping enchantment on me. I dream more when I am forced to sleep like that." A small smirk crossed her face. "All the time Gaius may have thought he was trying to help, he was making it worse."

"Sorry to interrupt, but I would like to get to the tower before nightfall!" Julius had stopped to yell at them. "I have only been looking for this for going on ten years now, and you do have the other half of the key." He muttered this under his breath, as he turned back to walking towards the tower.

"He really was trying to help you." Merlin said in a low voice, as he started to move forward. Morgana however remained rotted to the spot. She just couldn't make herself more forward. After walking a few feet, he noticed she wasn't fallowing him, and turned to face her again. "You saw it falling form the outside, right." She gave him a look that told him he was asking a stupid question again. "So if you're in it, it can't fall."

She wanted to argue that, that was not how her dreams worked, his logic made little sense, but there was no point. With a sigh she picked up her dress a few inches and moved forward. By the time she reached the large double doors that led into the tower Merlin and Julius were already there waiting for her. They moved first, pushing open one of the large doors each. She walked across the threshold first, her eyes taking time to adjust to the darkness. The men entered just after her, letting the doors close behind them. Just after the loud noise of the doors slamming, what looked like hundreds of torches lit up the hall they had walked into. The hall was long but narrow, running down each side was a number of pillars that seemed to reach up forever. In the faint torches light, they walked forward. The sound of their footsteps on the stone floor echoed, sounding like it was reaching up to the sky. At the end of the hall was a staircase. It went up and went down, most likely to the basement. The three of them stopped, glancing up the stairs into darkness, and down them also into darkness.

"It would save time, if we split up." Julius had lost none of his enthusiasm. "I'll look up stairs with Morgana. Merlin can check the basement. It would be safest and less complicated, in terms of trust if we keep the two half of the key apart, for now." They nodded in agreement. "We meet back here in fifteen minutes."

Julius moved first to climb the stairs. Morgana quickly glanced at Merlin, letting him know that she thought they should just go with what Julius said. He nodded a little, then disappeared into the darkness as he walked down the stairs.

There where not many stairs down to the basement. There was also not much to the basement, it was a large room the same size as the hall above him, it also had the pillars lining each side. He hadn't expected to really find anything down here. He knew it would be Julius and Morgana that would find the vault the egg was held in. He also knew something that neither of them knew, which vault the egg was held in, and how to open it.

After climbing up what seemed like endless stairs, Morgana and Julius found a small wooden door, half way up the tower. Pushing it open they walked into a room similar to the basement Merlin was currently in. At the far end was a door similar to the one they had just walked through.

"We should go and find Merlin. IF he's found nothing we can then split up again, check that door and see what is at the top."

She moved to pass him, to walk back through the door, but he quickly moved his hand to stop her. His hand came to rest on her waist, pushing her make further into the room. This was not the most he had touched her since they met. He had kissed her hand back at the inn, and helped pull her to her feet, but there was something more intimate in this light touch. More invasive. It made her very uncomfortable.

Her eyes lifted slowly from his hand to his face. "We don't need him." He said with a grin.

"He has the other half of the key." Morgana calmly stated.

"And you can get it from him." She took a step back, getting his hand off of her. "You have magic, surly you can see what we can do with the power of the dragons."

"I know the power that the dragons have."

"That can be our power."

She once again moved to pass him. "No, it couldn't."

This time, he placed his hands on her shoulders and forcefully pulled her even further into the room. "Morgana would you rather be a man's whore or have power of your own." She let out a sharp breath, as she tried to shack his hold on her off, but he held her tightly. "I know what you have been doing." He laughed a little, as he looked her over. "King Lot. How did you get him wrapped around your finger." He leaned in, close enough so she could feel his breath on her cheek. "Was it magic."

Raising her arms quickly, she finally freed herself. "You know nothing." She spat.

"I know more than you think. Where you've been since leaving Camelot. That you are now nothing but spoiled goods, but Lot doesn't seem to mind." He taunted her.

"Nor do you, or you wouldn't look at be as you do, or be asking for me to join you." She coldly countered. Regaining her composure.

"What can I say, I never judge people. It's a curse of mine." She smiled a little despite herself at his comedic done. "So, are you going to join me." He held his hand out to her.

She looked from his hand, up his arm to his face. "No. because you will fail. You have no idea what you're doing, what your messing with."

As she passed him, he grabbed hold of her arm, throwing her backward onto the wooden floor. Slowly she started to pull her upper body up, as he strutted his way over to her.

"I have given you the opportunity to have unimaginable power." Julius spoke in a overly dramatic, sad tone.

"What is going on." The warlock demanded as he swiftly entered the room.

The sound of Morgana hitting the floor had drowned out any sound of Merlin climbing the stairs and entering the room. While he took a further step into the room, Julius walked to face him, as Morgana pulled herself up to stand again.

"She was trying to convince me to get rid of you once we have the egg, you can't be trusted." Morgana scoffed, and shook her head, but said nothing. to defend herself. "She wants the power of the dragons for herself. You know she would turn on me too when she has the chance."

Merlin wasn't looking at Julius as he spoke walking tentatively toward him, he kept his eyes instead set on Morgana. She wasn't showing any sigh of giving anything away on her face. No indignation at being accused of something she had not done or anger and being betrayed shown on her face.

Growing frustrated that Merlin was not reacting Julius went on. "She is engaged to King Lot. With the power of the dragons, her magic, and a kingdom behind her. You know what she is capable off."

Blue eyes bore into green ones. Trying to find an answer, but finding none. All he saw was shock for a second then a look of resignation.

"She must be stopped." The con man yell in sheer frustration.

Merlin tore his eyes form Morgana. Looking away he lifted his arm quickly out in-front of him. His eyes then feel back on Morgana for a second, just before they turned gold. Her eyes closed, as she waited for the force of his spell to hit her.

I just wanted to make something clear, as I don't think I did a good job explaining it in the story. If you remember in the first part of the story. Morgana used magical persuasion to make Arthur forget that he saw her, looking like Gwen talking to Lancelot. That kind of magic, I think would be how the high priestesses are able to get the blood guard to be loyal to them. So Julius thinks that Merlin is magical under Morgana's control. This was also the only way I could think of getting the sort of nickname enchantress into the story. In the first part, since Gwaine calls Morgana princess as a nickname, I asked if there could be one for Merlin to call her. Ai-chiii came up with enchantress, a mix of witch and princess. So I finally got around using it. I hope you are still reading, thanks for the name.

I know that you maybe board of this by know, but I am sorry to say that I am going to keep mention it at the end of all chapters from a while. There has been one entry for the competition. That means that I need at least two more entries so that it can go ahead. It doesn't have to be directly linked to the story. So once again.

Fanart, any pictures of scenes form the story, or posters, manip anything.

Fanvid. Vids with the songs I have suggested. A trailer or an AU with a plot like the story.

Fanfic. Stories of what other characters are doing while events are going on in the story I have written. A POV of the characters during an event in the story.

Also the TV tropes page for the story is still up. So if anyone added to it and makes it into a real page, they can enter that in the competition. The link is on my profile page.

I really hope that you will think about entering, as I would love to see, read what you come up with. Also please review.