Hey, thanks for reading. I'm sorry that is had taken me so long to up-date. I said I wasn't going to go into a big thing again, and I don't intend to, I just feel that I should explain. I have had a few pieces of work to get done for school. I also wanted to see some of the new season, so I knew what I was going to do with some parts of the story. It also was to do with all of what I talked about before. I know that it is very sad and pathetic. It is just that from the point that Agravaine comes into the story that was when the story as I planned it kicks off. What went on from then is the stuff that I wanted to get to. I know how I am going to end the story, as sad as it is, I am writing to share it with people, hear what they think. It I guess it is a coincidence, that as the story, as I see it gets going, that is the point that people stop reading and reviewing. It is my fault for taking too long to get to the interesting stuff, dragging it all out. I really don't want to seem like I am trying to get people to maybe feel guilty, and then review. I don't want that, if you don't want to then don't. It is up to you, do what you want. I am only saying this, to explain why it has taken so long to up-date. The simple thing is that, I will up-date at some point, as I do plan to finish the story. How long that will take is up to you. I know it's sad, but I don't want to write something, and have no one read it. Therefore, the higher the number of reviews, people reading, the lower the number of days between chapters. Again only review if you want.

LightningBolt21. It wasn't really much of a cliff-hanger, but I tired. They do make a good team, but are fairly odd. You're not a nag, sorry it took so long.

Ai-chiii. Hope it all goes well for you. You should be proud it is a great nickname. Though I don't think I used it that well. I have never really been on tumblr; I would have no idea what to do. So if you want to do anything with the story there, then go ahead. Use it how you want. Thanks if you do. They will always have angst.

Dawn Ruthless. Thank you. I liked that part too. I did worry that I was giving Morgana the best lines. Then I saw an interview with the actress who plays her, she said that bad girls get all the best lines. So I don't feel bad about it anymore.

One more thing. There is a link on my profile to the dress that Morgana is wearing. It is under dark blue.

The king walked through his large stone corridors. The echo of his footsteps on the stone floor drummed in his head. A cold wind blew around him, as he pulled his long jacket around him. Lifting up his hands he pushed the wooden door open to his private study. A wave of warmth hit him as he stepped into the room. The fur trim on his long coat trailed across the stone floor as he walked over to the fireplace. Where a large fire burden, casting a warm glow over the room. Two large wooden chairs stood facing each other in-front of the fire. The one closest to him he could only see the back off as he walked further into the room. As he got closer and tilted his head, he saw a pale, thin hand resting on the arm of the chair. The hand wore a simple bronze band on the ring finger. With a crocked smile he reached out to take hold on the hand, then lifted it up. As he pressed his lips to the pale skin, the face of its owner turned to face the king. A crocked smile now on her face too.

"My lord."

"My lady." He lowered her hand back down to the arm of the chair. "I trust your trip was successful."

"In a way." Her smile now turned to a smirk. "Just not in the way I expected."

King Lot stepped backwards, edging towards the opposite chair. His dark brown eyes met hers, then slowly moved down, taking her all in. Her long black hair was pulled loosely back into a short of bun at the back of her neck. Across her forehead was a thin bronze headdress, matching her ring. Her dress was dark blue, the colour of the kingdom. Pieces of bronze adorned the neck line and arms, but he didn't notice much of that in the faint light. She was as beautiful as people had said, as she had been when he first met her just over two years ago.

"How have things been here." Morgana asked.

"Nothing of any interest. Tell me of your trip." He had now let himself sink into his chair.

"It was …interesting." Seemed to be the best way to describe it all.

He let out a faint laugh as he leaned forward. Resting his elbows on his knees. "In what way." Lot asked his future wife.

She smiled a little and turned her face away so he wouldn't see that her smile did not reach her eyes. "Things didn't go as I expected." She turned back to face him. "But it was not a wasted trip."

"So you have found another way to bring down Camelot." As he spoke he slid forward, till he was only just sitting on the chair.

"It is not about destroying Camelot. What would that achieve, it is about revenge."

Slowly he pulled himself up and walked back over to her. Leaning down next to her, he place his hands on the arms of the chair. His head was now mere inches from her face. "Morgana-"

"Do not treat me like I am losing my mind." As she spoke she pulled herself up, forcing him too to stand and step back. Her voice was now more gentle. "I understand you want-"

"Don't treat me like a child." He turned away from her. Not wanting to have this conversation again.

Though he was five years older than her, he was used to being treated like a child by his family that he feared it from everyone. He looked so much like his cousin Cenred. The major difference she saw in the two was Lot's eyes while darker, were softer. They held more warmth, gentleness.

With a sigh she placed a hand on his shoulder. "I can't marry you." Slowly he turned his head to face her. "You now it would never work."

Saying these words had come to her mind on her journey back here. Though she didn't know if she would say them. She didn't really know what had made her say them, they just came out. It seemed the right thing to do. In his anger she saw his cousin in Lot. She didn't want that. Many had told her who her own anger and hate had eaten away at her person she had been. It was not till know that she understood what they seen. Over the last six months she had seen anger grow in Lot. If she helped him carry on down that road he would be as lost as she was.

"We have both lost family because of Uther, and his golden son. We both want to see them pay for that what they have done. How is the two of us working together to achieve that not going to work." He turned to fully face her as he spoke, reaching out he placed his hands on her arms.

"Firstly it takes more than a mutual desire to hurt someone to make a marriage work." Lot lowered his head but gave a weak smile at his. "Secondly, we would only lose if we attacked Camelot."

With every word she spoke her hatred for Uther built up, but she held it back. Any move she, they made against Camelot would only end in defeat for them. Fate was on Arthur's side not hers, not till that changed could she make any move against Uther. Till then she had to bide her time. Lot had saved her life. If he hadn't showed up when he did, she would have ran out of the tower and ended up collapsing in the snow. Where she would have died a cold, lonely death. She owed him, that was why she had to do this. He was a good man, she could tell that. She could also see how he changed when they talked about Camelot, revenge. He was like a different person. In the back of her mind she knew that that must have been the way that the people that had once cared about her, if they ever had, had seen her when she returned to Camelot the first time. The idea of being on her own again pained her, but an urge to save him. Keep him from going down the same dark bath she had was stronger. She already felt guilty that she let him think Camelot was responsible for his Cousin's death.

"You can't know that for sure." He almost sounded like he was pleading with her.

"No, I can't." She had to admit. "I do know that they have something on their side we don't."

He gently slide his hands up to rest on her shoulders. "What is that."

She knew he would ask that, knew what she would say in response, but now the words took a while to come. It was a light hold he had on her, but even that light touch form someone that she could trust, meant so much to her.

"Fate." Out of frustration he let go of her, pushing her ever so lightly back. "Lot…once that changes." He had turned his back on her, so she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Then we will have our revenge."

She felt him let out a deep breath, before placing his hand on top of hers. "Well, we'll have to wait then."

She pulled her hand lightly from his hold. Not wanting to give false hope. "Yes, we will. I promise-"

Before she could say more, he had spun round to face her. "Then nothing has to change."

"I don't love you, nor do you love me." She saw he was about to protest, but it would just be a lie, so she went on. "You know it's the truth. We are just using each other." Again she saw him about to speak and stopped him. "It's ok."

"Morgana think of what we can achieve." She nodded her head. "We can do it together."

There was a real danger that tears were about to fall down her face. "Don't….it would never work."

It pained her more than she expected to push Lot away. There was no strong feeling between them, expect a common enemy in Uther and her gratitude. Her eyes blinked shut for a second, and she felt his hand on the side of her face. For a second she enjoyed the warm of human contact. Then she lifted her hand, and pushed his hand away.

"You should but it aside-"

"Your one to talk." He snapped back.

"I have learned to be patient. Six months in a cell will do that to a person."

A smirk crossed his face, as he nodded his head. "So that is what this is about. It's because I won't-"

"No." she should have let him think that, but she couldn't. Couldn't let him think that she was going back on their alliance because he refused to have the man that helped keep her captive killed. He couldn't lose that, that fairness. Even she did not truly blame the weak pathetic man for his part in her imprisonment.

"Then what." Lot pressed.

With a frustrated sigh she met his eyes. "I will not have you turn into your cousin, into me."

"What."

"I have let myself be driven my revenge. It is all I have. You, there is still love in you." Lifting her hand she touched his check. "You are a good man, a good king. Infinity better than Uther, and Cenred. Concentrate on ruling your kingdom, doing what is best for your people. Don't concern yourself with revenge."

"That's good advice, what don't you take it yourself." He lifted his hand to rest on top of hers.

A joint faint laugh echoed around the room. "What can I say I never learn." While she spoke she slipped her hand from his and removed her engagement ring from her finger. Taking his hand in hers, she placed it in the palm of his hand before closing his hand around it. She was about to move away, but he took hols of her arm with his free hand. He lowered his head, leaning in towards her. Their lips touched for a brief second, before she lowered her head, and moved to walk away.

Just as she opened the door, he spoke up. "I think you should give him time, before you go to visit."

With her hand on the door frame she turned her head to face him. Understanding what he was really saying. "I will don't worry, it will still be a surprise won't it."

"Yes, of course."

"Good….thank you. Not that it will matter much, but I hope you will still think of me as an Allie."

"Of course my lady." He gave her a real smile, which she did her best to return.

Quickly before she could say anything else, change her mind, she left the room. With her hand on the wall for support, she took a minute to steady herself before she moved on. The magnitude of what she had just done hit her. He had been her only Allie and she had walked away, and why, because of Merlin. What he had said to her, about hiding. It got to her, he was right. If she went through with this revenge thing now, what would it achieve, nothing. This time she would also be dragging another kingdom down with her. There may come a day when that would not bother her, but it was not now. Pushing herself off the wall she walked on. In her mind now she was making planes for her visit, it was long overdue.

Morgana's return to her temporary home, had been quiet and without any notice being made of her. She had slipped in through the back down without being seen. Merlin had hoped to have the same luck and go unnoticed. It was late, and the corridors were the kind of quiet that he could hear his footsteps thundering around him, even as he tried to walk as quietly as possible. He could finally see the door to his room a few feet away from him. Letting out a breath he felt himself relax a little.

"Well, you seem to be able to walk in a straight line at least."

Merlin spun round to see Prince Arthur walking towards him. "Yes, um….what."

"Though you have lost the ability to form a sentence."

"What…."

"Well this is what happens when you spend three days in the tavern."

"What….no I didn't…I was…I um…."

"Relax Merlin. I know where you were." He said as he placed a reassuring hand on the young servants shoulder.

Merlin's mind was now racing with more questions, but he could only seem to get one world out. "What…"

"Maybe you did spend three days in the tavern." Merlin didn't say anything, his eyes just widened as he tried to think of what to say. "I take it you didn't find her."

"Her." He seemed to have learned a new word.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Morgana." If it was possible Merlin was even more confused. "It's ok. If I could have I would have gone." Merlin gave a nod, feeling a little relieved. "Gwaine was fine either way." He looked like his next words were hard to say. "You have good instincts…you may not be as useless as you look." He patted him on the shoulder, before he walk passed him to his chambers.

Though he once again felt himself relax, his mind was still racing. After a slight shack of his head, he pushed the door to his room open. Gaius was sitting at the bench when Merlin entered, but pulled himself up when he saw him. Merlin saw him about to speak, so he spoke first.

"The tavern." The warlock asked in a accusing tone.

The snow fall was starting to slow down as Urien the lord in charge of the garrison tower of Essetir made his way to his chamber. The tower was uncommonly quiet, it made him feel rather uncomfortable, like he was being watched. Giving a quick glance along the corridor, he pushed the door to his chambers open. He did this while making as much noise as he could. Hoping that by filling the dark spaces with sound, would make them seem less foreboding. Like the corridor he glanced around his dark chamber before entering. He turned his back on the room, as he made sure his long coat didn't get caught in the door when he closed it shut. Taking a minute, he leaned against the door, before walking over to the candle on the table by the opposite wall.

As he walked across the room, the feeling that he was being watched grew stronger. Turing round slowly he looked over at his desk and chair. The chair was turned the wrong way, with its back to him. Feeling a little confident, he took a few large strides towards the chair. In one quick move he took hold of the back of the chair and spun it round. It was lighter than he expected. His unnecessary strength cased it to topple over onto the floor. The crash that echoed through the room from the wood hitting stone, caused his heart to jump up into his throat. His heart only just started to slow down when he heard a noise behind him. He only managed to turn his head round a little. He saw a figure walking towards him through the darkness. He could not make out any features, as they stood in the darkness. They lifted up their right arm, and he was sure he saw two small flashes of warm light in the darkness.

His body was spun round without his control. The figure took a step into the light that poured into the room through the window. They had a hood pulled over their head, but in the faint light he could make out the lower half of their face. He wanted to yell out, but no sound came out. The figures lip curled into an evil smile.

"Hello my lord. I assume you have been expecting me." As she moved closer she pulled down her hood with her free hand. "But wishing I would let you be."

"Lady Morgana."

"You recognise me. I would have thought that would be heard, seeing as I'm not lying on a stone cell floor, drugged on sleeping drafts."

He tried to move, but found he couldn't. "I had nothing to do with any of-"

"You let them keep me here, that is enough."

"I had no choice." He begged.

As Morgana walked over to him, she pulled out a dagger with her left hand from the belt around her waist. Which when she reached him, she lifted it to his throat. "Now, we both know that is a lie."

Running the dagger lightly across his throat, but not drawing blood she walked past him. Pulling the chair back up, she sat in it, with one leg crossed over the other. In a clear voice she spoke in the old langue, before lowering her hand that held him. He tried to move again, but found he still couldn't. She had just switched one form of holding him for another.

"You are a pathetic, snivelling coward." She spat. Then cared on in a gentler tone. "You can't help that. So I don't blame you."

"I….."

Pressing her index finger to her lips. She silenced him. "All I need form you is the answers to a few questions." She leaned back further into the chair and picked up an apple form the plate of food on the desk. With her dagger she began to peal the skin.

"There is nothing I can tell you." He pleaded with her to understand.

"Oh, don't underestimate yourself." She paused to eat the piece of apple she had cut. "Now we'll start with an easy one. I know that it was a woman that has some magical knowledge and ability, and a man who was referred to as a sort of king. What I don't know is exactly who they are, and where they are. So tell me all you know."

"I already told you I don't know any more than you. She wore a grey cloak all the time, I never saw her face…..but I saw her hands, her voice, they seemed older than they should be. He… I don't know…." Urien raked his brain, trying to think of any information he could give the witch to appease her and get her to leave him be.

"Calm yourself. You can't be blamed for being a stupid fool either." Placing the apple back on the desk, she leaned forward. "Now for the next question. What did they do with the bracelet I wore."

"What Bracelet, I don't…"

"She knows about magic. Knows that it was a healing bracelet. That by taking if from me it would make the drafts more effective." She know pulled herself to her feet. "Now where is it."

"I don't know." He affirmed again.

Her hands clenched so tightly that her whole arm started to shack. Her eyes flashed gold, as a fire burst to life in the fireplace. Her hand was once again raised into the air, and Urien was sent hurtling towards the fire. The wind was knocked out of him, so he couldn't let out even a faint yell. His body came to a sudden stop when his face was mere inches form the roaring fire.

"If you want this to be over quickly, you can take in deep breaths of the smoke, or you can answer my questions." Morgana moved to stand next to him. "I would choice the latter, but it is up to you."

"I don't …..Know, I have no…."

"Now don't waste the clean air you have, answer the question."

"I think…maybe. I don't know I think she… wore a bracelet, it was silver."

A frustrated yell escaped the witch's lips, and she pulled her arm back, throwing Urien backward onto the hard floor. A cold smirk crossed her face, as she looked on the body on the ground. She didn't bother to check if he was still breathing. She pulled her hood up and left the room.

The corridor was empty, but when she made it to the next floor she had to hide behind a pillar, as a guard walked towards her. Once he passed, she stepped back out into the corridor. She had only taken a few steps, when a loud sound echoed all around her. The warning bell had been pulled. It seemed he had been breathing after all, she had been too soft. A mistake she would not make again.

The warning bell, drowned out all other noise. The first knowledge she had of the guard's presence behind her was his sword slicing into her right side. A faint yell escaped her, as she turned her upper body round to face him. Her eyes flashed and he was sent back against the wall. A sound of pain came from her lips, as she took her hand away from her side. Seeing blood on her hand, she transported herself quickly out of the tower.

Turing round as the cold wind blew around her, she looked at the tower form her new position on top of a small hill. Everything was spinning around her, her legs were threating to give way. Holding onto her side, she lifted her free hand. In a low, breathy voice she spoke an enchantment. As her hand fell to her side, she watched for a few seconds, as the tower crumbled and fell to the ground. Just like in her dream. A breath, left her month, as she smiled. Then she sunk onto her knees in the snow. For a few seconds she was able to hold her upper body up, then it became impossible. Her eyes shut and she fell into the soft snow.

A warm gust of wind washed over her. All of her pain, coldness seemed to drop away. Her eyes started to blink open, till they could finally focus. It was hard to see clearly at first as her white skin faded into the snow around her. Pushing her upper body up, a smile spread across her face.

"Aithusa." The witch spoke the name of the white dragon with more love and awe than she knew she could posses.

Her voice faded into the wind, as the baby dragon flapped her wings, taking off into the sky. Morgana watched her till she could no longer see her in clear early evening sky.

After a few seconds, she forced herself to stand up. As she did she looked down onto the remains of the fallen tower. Her warm, awestruck smile turned into a smirk.

"Morgana…."

Quickly she turned round to face the voice, her hand raised, ready to strike. When she saw the person walking towards her, she lowered it. "Mordred."

The look of shock and confusion didn't leave her face, till he reached her and wrapped his arms around her. "I was so worried for you." Slowly she lifted her hands to rest on his back. "I have been looking for you for almost four months."

Her body tensed up. With as much force as she could, she pushed him away from her. "Four months." She spat.

"Morgana." He said her name as a question. Not understand what had cased such a swift change in her.

"I have been gone form Camelot for a year, six months of that I spent in a cell, and you have been looking for me for only four months."

"Please.-" he tried to place a hand on her shoulder, but she pushed it away.

"What good are you." She screamed.

"Calm yourself-" He was interrupted by a slap across the face. When he could focus again he looked at her. Her face looked completely drained. "I'm sorry, I…."

"No." she quickly place her hands on his shoulders. "I'm sorry." Her voice was so low it was almost drowned out by the wind around them. Lifting her hand she touched his red check. Her eyes turned gold, as a warm feeling spread through his body.

"It's ok. You have been though a terrible ordeal." She nodded lightly, lowering her arms, but made no other movement. Placing an arm around her shoulder, Mordred moved her forward, back the way he had come.

As they walked slowly through the snow, towards the two men from the druid camp that came with him to search for her. Mordred felt like he no longer knew the person next to him. He had seen how she had changed from the sweet caring lady, to a bitter person out for revenge. This was different, even back then there had been the hint of her old self. Now though she was a shell. Her skin was ice cold, and he knew that was not just because of the weather. Deep down she scared him a little.

Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it. If you want to I would love to know what you think. I just wanted to point out that the last part with Morgana takes place a few weeks after he talk with Lot. That gives Aithusa time to grow up enough to heal her, like in the show. Also Urien, is the name of Morgan le Fay's husband in the legend. I was going to us that name for the bandit king that had her help captive, but I figured the show would give him name, so I'll that one. I just hope it's not the same one, that would be odd.

Also the next chapter, like this week's episode will not have Morgana in it. Like I said I wanted to try and work the other characters in to. So the basic plot is the knight finding out about Arthur and Gwen's engagement. Any idea that was giving to be by a reader. I have an idea of what will happen, but if anyone had any of their own I would love to hear them.

Also I would like to remind everyone that there is still only one entry for the competition. All of the information about this is in the notes in chapters 6 and 7. I really do hope that this idea works out. I would love to see what stuff you guys come up with.