Hello thank you for reading. I now that I said that I was going to take a break for a while. I also however also said that if there was more interest in the story then I would up-date like normal. There was a few more reader but not much. There was however a few more reviews, while I am aware that that was due to me saying I would take a break for a while, therefore a onetime thing, I still felt a little bad about leaving it for a long time before up-dating. When people had taken the time to review. So I will up-date this chapter, then after that, I really don't know. It is up to you.

SunnySmile1324. Thank you so much. That is really great to hear. I try really hard to not let there be any spelling mistakes, but a few always get through. I am really glad that you like the story. Thank you so much for taking the time to review. It's nice to know that I'm not being over dramatic (well I am a bit) that I'm not the only one that feels a little low about writing at times.

AfricanVintage. Don't apologize, thank you for taking the time to review now. Glad you like the story.

Dawn Ruthless. There's no need to apologize. Thank you so much for saying that. I'm glad that it worked. Even if it takes a long time I will finish the story. I promise. I hate leaving things undone. It is always nice to hear from you.

maryamT. It is lovely to hear from you again. I lost a lot of interest in the show to. I know I can't really comment but the writing was bad. It just felt like there was so much left unsaid that should have happened. I won't go into a long rant about it all again. Simply I think Merlin and Arthur got the ending they deserved. They brought it all on themselves and had it coming. I would have liked them to see that, but I was still glad they got what was coming to them. As for the others, I hated it. Morgana, Gwaine, Mordred and Gwen. None of them got what was coming to them. Three deserved better, much better and the other didn't deserved as much. I think it is clear who I mean. I totally agree they wasted a huge opportunity. A real fight between them would have been great. I guess trying to write it is the best I can do. As I said it is always great to hear from you, but don't feel like you have to review if you don't want to. However long to takes I promise I will finish the story.

LightningBolt21. They really would be, so maybe it is a good thing it will never happen. I always liked that concept of fire and ice. Again I have game of thrones to thank for that. That is a great song for her. I always feel a little sad when I hear a song and one of the first things I think is that it would be a great song for a character or scene in this story. I heard about that, it is so tragic. I know, and they know nothing about vampires. I was talking with my friend and vampires came up and he was talking about something I can't remember. Anyway it was a load of rubbish and I silenced him with, have you read Dracula, he hadn't. so I said then you don't know s**t about vampires. It sounded cooler at the time. They are great songs. It's funny you should bring up Heather Dale; I have a plan for some of her songs to play a part in the story in a few chapters. Hope you will like it.

His head started to ache. A little at first, but it grew and grew, till it was to much for him and he had to wake up. His eyes twitched open as he pulled himself up. Rubbing the back of his head, his eyes finally fully opened. Once opened they darted around him. He was looking at his room, his room in Camelot. His face scrunched up as he tried to piece together how he got back here. The last he remembered clearly he was in a clearing with Morgana. That was the last of it, it had all gone black after that. Sliding his feet off the bed and onto the floor, he noticed that he was already fully dressed.

"Merlin." He turned round to the door to face the familiar voice. "Hurry up, Arthur is waiting." Merlin didn't move to stand up, he simply continued to look at Gaius with a look of confusion on his face. "He wants to talk to you about what happened when you'd woken up. Hurry up." The older man turned to leave before he had finished talking. In a hurry to start his work for the day as-well.

Pulling on his boots he followed after him. His mouth was open to call out his friend's name, to ask him how he had gotten back here, but the room was empty. He must have left to make his rounds. It would have been better to have at least an idea of what happened before talking to Arthur, but he supposed he would find out soon enough. He ran a little to the prince's chambers. Only giving a light knock on the door, but not waiting for a reply before he entered. The small smile of greeting fell from his face when he saw Arthur. He was sitting at the large table in the centre of the room, where he normally had his meals. His elbows rested on the table, his clasped hand holding his head up.

Looking away from Arthur's harsh stare, he caught sight of Gwen. She was standing a little to Arthur's left in-front of the fire place. She avoided looking at Merlin. Turning away from him into the other half of the room, behind Arthur where his large bed was. Following her gaze for a second he saw Morgana standing by the window. Leaning against its frame. Arms crossed, head down.

"Is it true." Arthur's harsh voice cut through the air.

Merlin looked around him form Gwen to Morgana. Trying to understand what was going on. When his gaze feel on Morgana for the second time he was sure he saw a smirk on her cold face. It was well masked as she held her head low, but he saw it. Just like he knew she would want him to.

"What have you done." His voice sounded like an animal getting ready to strike, as rage exploded from him.

Her smirk grew as she kept her head down. Acting like she felt guilty about exposing him. He could hear her laughing at him in his head. It rang through his head. That was the final straw, he had had enough of her. Enough of her games, tricks, twisting things. Acting the victim, never taking responsibility for her own action. Never letting things go, dragging everyone down with her. Filling the world with her bitterness and hate. His hand rose up and a single word left his lips. The word thundered around the room. While a ball of burning blue fire rushed towards Morgana.

For a split second she looked like she might try and block it by lifting her arm. Realising that it was no good she ducked down, and covered her head as the fire ball crashed into the window behind her. The glass shattered and came crashing down on top of her.

Arthur jumped to his feet, throwing the chair he had been sitting on to the floor. Gwen didn't move, she had frozen to the spot. Morgana quickly recovered herself and started to pull herself up. With one hand on the windowsill she moved to hold the other out in-front of her. Ready to retaliate his attack. He moved faster, sending a stunning spell at her. This time she couldn't duck out of the way.

It all happened so fast he never saw her head hit the windowsill. He knew that is must have done, because as she lay on the stone floor facing the room, a thin line of blood ran down, across her face. As the seemingly endless seconds ticked by a pool of blood spread out across the floor from the fallen witch.

Hearing the movement to his left he turned to face Arthur and Gwen. He didn't see them. Walking slowly across the room, he made them out on the floor in-front of the fire place. He hadn't thought about what how much power he was using. They too had been hit by the stunning spell. Arthur was the first to recover and pull himself up. His eyes were locked onto Gwen, who now lay not moving, facing away from them, on the edge of the fire place. He moved himself over the floor to her. Lifting her into his arms. Merlin heard him saying her name a number of times. She didn't move or respond. Having to look away he found himself looking at Morgana again. The blood pool at the back of her head, grew larger as it clotting into her hair.

When he looked back at Arthur and Gwen, Arthur was no longer looking down on Gwen. He was watching his sister bleeding on the floor, his future wife unmoving in his arms. All as a result of Merlin's actions. Merlin saw his back tense up, as he pulled Gwen in a little closer. He then gently slipped her from his lap to the floor. Reaching out to pick up his sword that had fallen to the floor. Slowly he stood up, and turned to face Merlin.

There was a look in his eyes that had never seen before. It was pure hate. For a second he felt like he was going to open his mouth and speak, but he didn't. His mouth opened an inch at most then closed. What was there that he could say. There was nothing left in the word to say. Arthur took a step forward, and Merlin turned and ran.

He didn't know why he was running. Arthur would catch up with him or one of the knights would. He didn't remember making the choice to run, he just did. It was instinct. A stupid one, that would get him nowhere but he couldn't help that now. His head told him that he should just stop, face Arthur. All that was coming to him. His body just didn't stop running.

The corridors were uncommonly empty. He didn't know if that was something he should be grateful about or not. He watched as the end of the corridor grew closer and closer. while his heart raced faster and faster. When he reached the end of the corridor he quickly placed his hands on the wall to stop himself from falling down. A feeling of déjà vu hit him. These were the same stairs that Morgana had fallen down. For a spilt second he saw her lying at the bottom of them. Not like she had done then, but as she did a few minutes ago in Arthur's chambers.

His name echoed throughout the corridor. He turned his head to see Arthur walking towards him. Resigning himself to his fate he started to turn his body round. Suddenly the door behind him, at the end of the corridor was opened. Caught off guard he lost his footing and slipped down the stairs.

At the bottom his eyes slowly opened, but only a little and only for a brief second. In those brief seconds that he could open his eyes, he watched as Arthur made his way down the stairs. When he reached the bottom and stood next to him. He willed his eyes to stay open. Arthur lifted his sword and placed it at his throat. Almost the second the cold blade touched his skin, his eyes shut. For a second the blade left his throat. Then came crashing down again.

He screamed in his head and he willed his body to shot up, but it was like a huge weight was pressing down on him. Keeping him in place, unable to more or make any sound. Then as quickly as the scream had burst into his head, it seemed to grow. Coming from all around him. The weight seemed to leave him. It was like he could breathe again. He screamed as he pulled his body up.

Once sitting up his eyes opened and he looked around him. His heart raced as he took in his location. Right in-front of him was a stone wall and another to his right. Behind him as he turned a little was a row of bars. To his far left in the corner of the cell was Morgana. She sat with her legs pulled up, arms crossed over her chest. He head resting on the wall behind her. If she had been taken by surprise at his scream and sudden movement, she showed no sign of it.

"Sounds like you had a bad dream." The witch spoke in a low voice. Her head tilted slight upward, not looking at him.

A dream it was a dream, not a dream a nightmare. Still a dream, it had all been in his head. Feeling her eyes now lowered onto him, he nodded to her question.

"I'm not surprised." Her eyes lifted from him to the ceiling above him again.

Following her gaze he looked up above him. A mandrake root hung from the ceiling, dripping on to the floor next to him. Slowly he turned back to face her. "What did you dream of."

She stiffened up a little and went quiet. He knew it was a stupid question. She wasn't going to tell him. With a sigh he let himself fall back so he could lean his back on the bars of the cell. It was not very comfortable, but he didn't have the energy to move any further.

"Nothing." She finally answered.

Her voice was low, caught him by surprise. He turned his head to look at her. "You had to have dreamt of something." HE gently pressed.

"I told you, I dreamed of nothing. Darkness and silence. Emptiness. That is what I dreamed of."

"I thought it was our worst fear."

"It is. I'm as surprised as you that my worst fear is still something that I have experienced. Being alone, scared in darkness."

"Why are you still here. You must have recovered enough by now to get out of here." What he really wanted to know was why she hadn't left him when she had the chance.

She shook her head. "I didn't have a choose."

As she spoke she lifted her right arm up, revealing a shackle around her wrist that attached to a chain. Following it along the floor it led to him. Looking at his left wrist he saw the same kind of shackle. His body had been so sore, weighed down that he hadn't noticed it till now.

"You could have-"

Knowing what he was going to say she started to laugh a little. "You really know nothing." She lifted her right arm. "The markings on the shackles are a spell. It absorbs any magic you use and sends it to the person on the other end."

Merlin nodded taking in what he was told, as he slide a little closer to her across the floor of the cell. "Where are we, who is doing this." He hoped she knew this too, because he couldn't make any sense of what was going on.

"I'm not sure." Merlin let out a deep sigh. "I think we're in Annis's kingdom."

"why would she take us prisoner."

"She blames Morgause and I for her husband's death." Morgana admitted a little reluctantly.

"Why." The warlock pressed, moving closer still till he knelled in the centre of the cell.

Morgana again looked away from him. "Before Cenred we tried to work with him against Camelot. He was killed. We might have encouraged him to much."

"You encouraged him to take action that ended his life." His voice grew louder.

"I said might." She now met his eyes dead on "And you are one to talk." It was his turn to now turn from her harsh stare. Silence filled the cell for a few minutes till she broke it again. "What did you dream."

A laugh threatened to escape his mouth. They had found themselves back to where they had started. After a second he told her all of his nightmare. She showed no feeling on her face as he did his best to explain it to her. He hadn't wanted to remember it, to ever think of it again. There was a comfort, like a weight being lifted from him as he told her.

When he was finished she was silent for a while them spoke. "It seems not surprisingly your worst feat is being found out for what you are. Losing control of your power, hurting people. Arthur hating you…...going through the same thing that you put me through."

"I thought we were past that now." She smirked and shook her head slightly. "We have to be. If we are going to get out of here."

A loud high pitched scream erupted from the cell. It echoed down the corridor to the guard that was positioned at the end of the corridor of cells. Quickly standing up he ran towards the cell where the noise was coming form. Pulling out his set of keys as he did. He was a middle aged man, not overly strong or skilled, but loyal and hard working. That was why he was positioned here more often than not.

Opening the door of bars to the cell, he saw the man that had been put in here chained to a young women, standing with his back to him in the far corner. He couldn't see the women, but he could hear her yelling. She was telling the man she was chained to, to leave her alone. As the guard moved closer he saw her cowering in the floor, as the man yelled at her, blaming her for him being here. Grabbing hold of his arm, he pulled the prisoner away. The women due to the chain was pulled onto the floor too. He was about to move down to help her up. He knew she too was a prisoner and a witch too. She just looked so helpless and scared. He felt sorry for her.

"This has nothing to do with you." The man said to him, returning his attention to him.

He too felt a little bad for him. There was no sign that he too had magic. He was here because he had been with the witch when she was found. When the lord that was coming to collect them came, he could deal with them. Till then he had to keep them here, and keep the peace. He was about to say this to the man, when he felt something being pulled around his neck.

His hands shot up to grab hold of the belt that belonged to Merlin being held around his throat by Morgana. As Morgana held in in place, Merlin picked up the keys that had fallen to the floor. With them in his hand he looked at Morgana who released the guard, pushing him to the ground. They saw his chest rising and following, he was still alive. Just choosing not to fight this fight.

Moving quickly they ran from the cell, along the corridor and made their way through the lower levels of the castle. Fortunately no one saw them finally reaching a side door, they slipped out swiftly. Looking up at the castle they had just escaped from, they took in how tall it was. Taller than the castle of Camelot. Nothing about the place they stood or the surrounding area looked familiar. Hearing the sound of horses in the distance they took off, running into the woods that surrounded the castle.

After walking and running through the woods for what felt like hours, in the early morning light they walked past a village. It was the village that Morgana had been to yesterday, disguised as a old women selling ointments. Knowing they were close to the druid camp, where someone would be able to remove them from their chains, made them both feel a little better about their current situation. In the back of her mind was the nagging reminder that the druids were going to be moving on in the next few hours. She knew of course where they were moving on to, but it would mean more walking. Which in turn meant more time stuck with Merlin, laterally. Not something either of them was pleased about.

All of this walking they did in silence. As to talk would led to arguing which would only make the situation worse. So a comfortable silence was the best option. This silence was broken suddenly by the sound of a horse galloping through the leaf's on the ground. Truing round they watched as a large sandy brown horse charged in their direction. They stood still. Hoping the horse would come to stop by them, then they could ride it to the camp and be back before the camp moved on. The horse seemed to have other planes. It run right at them, like it didn't see them. Merlin quickly moved in-front of Morgana to force her to move back, out of the horse's way.

As they turned to watch the horse galloping off ahead of them, they did not see its rider walking toward them. The touch of his cold steel sword on the back of Morgana's neck was how they first noticed him. He removed the sword from her neck only slightly, so they could turn to face him. Once they had, he lowered it at her chest. He had another sword in its holster on his belt, where his left hand rested.

"It's been a long time witch." He smiled a horrible smile.

Morgana kept her eyes trained on him. It was his voice not his face that she knew. "It has."

"You seem taller, when you're not a heap on the ground."

"Funny, from you're voice I would have taken you to be taller too." For her comment he moved the sword closer to her.

"You are as I would have expected my lady." His smile took on a more sinister look. Morgana was used to that look. Merlin was not, and felt instantly more uncomfortable. "I bet you want to be out of those chains." She didn't have to nod. Lowering his sword he moved closer. "Maybe we can make that happen."

Morgana didn't take her eyes off him. Taking a step towards him, she smiled. So did he. His smile was quickly wiped away as Merlin's fist collided with his jaw. In his shock he dropped his sword. Which Morgana quickly picked up and placed at his throat.

"Why Don't we make that happen now."

Spinning round, out of the way of her sword, the attacker pulled his other one free from it's holder. Bring it down on them. Merlin raised his arm, blocking the sword with the chain. Morgana bent down a little and swiftly swiped at the mans leg. Forcing him back from them. As they took a step back to recover themselves, Merlin and Morgana pulled sharply at the chain, hoping the blow had weakened it enough to be broken. To their disappointment and surprise the chain was as strong as before.

The man after recovering from his wound a little, lunged furiously forward at Morgana. The two of sword welders attached and blocked each other's moves, while trying to not get caught up in the chain. Merlin found himself at first being dragged around and having to move out of the way of the two swords clashing so close to him. As he got his footing a little the warlock used the chain to their advantage. He would pull at it sharply to get Morgana away from the sword swiping at her faster. Giving her in turn more chances to again attack her opponent when he was exposed. They were able to use the chain to block further attacks as well. As they began to work together then quickly found that even without their magic and chained, they had the advantage.

Growing tired and noticing the pattern in his opponents moves, the man purposefully let his left side exposed, as Morgana moved to attack her opening, he quickly countered. Lifting his sword high, he swung it down onto the witches head. Morgana was able to just block the attack, but he was stronger and steadily pressed onto the sword closed to her head.

Merlin had been about to pull Morgan back, but now she was having to hold back the attack with shear strength he would only risk her getting hurt if he cased her to lose focus on holding the sword back. Thinking quickly of his next move, that he knew would be a crucial one in deciding how would walk away from this fight, Merlin out of the corner of his eye caught sight of something that might help. Taking the opportunity quickly, he moved for it. He moved low to the ground taking Morgana with him. The sword she had held back slashed through the air inches from her head.

Once Merlin had the thick branch in his hand he stood up holding the branch behind his back. Morgana Was sharply jerked upward. In that second, the attacker lunged for her again. She was to far away, so when she moved to block his sword, as he knew it would be, her sword was forced from her hand. She didn't have a tight enough hold on it to keep hold of it, let alone block such a powerful blow. In the long seconds that she watched the sword fall to the ground, Merlin reached out. Grabbed hold of her arm with his free hand. Pulling her back toward him.

Once she was pulled into his chest he wrapped his left arm around her stomach. Holding her close he took her with him as he spun them to the right. He swung the branch widely as they turned. It crashed into the side of the mans face. Most likely breaking his jaw. He feel to the ground with a load thud. Merlin put all his strength in this one blow. Once the branch made contact and all then bent up energy had no were else to go it cared on, taking him and Morgana onto the ground as well.

They landed on their left sides, but Merlin quickly rolled onto his back. Taking much of the impact of their landing. After a few seconds to get breath back Morgana, who landed half on Merin and half on the ground, rolled away form Merlin and pulled herself up to a sitting position. She turned to Merlin as he pulled himself up. His eyes met hers, each offering the other a silent thanks. Gently they pulled themselves to their feet. Morgana picked up the sword nearest her as she did. Slowly she stepped towards the man that lay at her feet. Placing the tip of the sword at the throat as she looked down at him.

"Morgana." Merlin gently said as he moved to her side.

"When he comes too, he will tell them where we're heading." She said in a detached voice.

"There is no going back from this. If you do it." He lifted his hand to rest on her shoulder, but she turned to face him before he made contact. stopping him in his tacks.

"Spare me. We both know that you are no innocent either." She spat.

"That is why I know." He agreed.

"I know too." She took her eyes from him. "I also know men like him don't deserve to live." She spat more venously than before.

Merlin took a step towards her. "How do you know him." They now stood shoulder to shoulder.

"His voice." Was all she would say.

Merlin placed his hand gently on top of hers, without trying to lower it. "I don't know what he did to you." He Felt her whole body shaking. "I know you must have a reason to want him died, but he will not be alone. If you kill him, they will want revenge. We are outnumbered, and weak without our magic. We need to move now, get to the camp." Seeing her grip on the sword loosen, he gently lowered it and moved her slightly towards him. "I promise one day things will change. We will have justice, but not like this. It makes us no better, and you are better than him, he is not worth it." The sword dropped from her hands, making a small thud in the quiet wood. "Our gifts will be excepted. We won't have to live in fear forever." He held her hand in his, surprisingly she didn't pull it away. "I promise you." He held her hand tighter.

With a deep breath Morgana gave a nod. Taking her hand from him, they turned and quickly moved on. Thinking no more of the man that had attacked them. He was not worth a second of ether of their time. Morgana knew that well. She still could not get his voice from her head. Merlin's question of how she knew the man was still not answered. He did not expect one now.

The day drew on faster than they had expected. They soon noticed that the sun was no longer rising but slowly setting. It had pasted midday. The camp would be gone by now, but it was still the best place to head towards. It made no different how fast they moved now, so they stopped to rest. Taking shelter under a small grove in the wall of the valley they had started walking along. They sat in silence for a while, till Merlin spoke.

"Please Morgana. What happened when you left Camelot, how did you know that man." He didn't expect an answer, but felt it this was his best chance at getting one.

She was silent. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, as they leaned back against the wall of the valley. She was looking up at the clear sky. He was about to look away, when she answered.

"A about a week after I left, I went to sleep under a tree. When I woke up I was in a cell. I was going in and out of consciousness. I was given sleeping drafts to keep me knocked out." She still did not look to him as she spoke, but he kept his eyes on her. "I only heard their voices, his voice. He sometimes guarded me." He saw no sign of feeling on her face as she spoke, but he heard the fear in her voice. "They were working for the Sarrum, the ruler of Amata, and a sorceresses."

"That was how you got your scare."

Morgana now turned her head to face him. "I believe so. I don't remember."

Another realisation hit him. "Lot saved you." It was a statement not a question. She nodded.

There were more question that he wanted to ask. Without realising his right hand that rest by his side tentatively began to reach out for hers. Before he got the chance to ask anymore questions or take her hand, the sound of rustling leaf's close by disturbed the calm between them. Forcing them to stand up the sound grew louder as it got closer. It most likely would be be some kind of animal, but they could not chance it. Reluctantly the quickly started to move on. It seemed they would have to walk the rest of the day without rest. As the sound grew louder still they moved faster. Running a little along the floor of the narrow valley. It was not only narrow but short too. It did not take them long to see the end drawing closer before them.

In the faint light of the valley, a tall dark figure moved out from behind a tree and into their path. A shinning, sharp object held out in-font of them. Morgana was just able to stop herself at the last second from running into the object pointed at her chest, where her breath caught.

Thank you for reading. I hope that you liked it. I just wanted to say that I had a real problem writing the fight sense in this chapter. So I looked up some on YouTube, and I found one. It was from the BBC robin hood show. I used to watch that but didn't watch much of the last season, like Merlin. For pretty much the same reasons. The clip I watched was Robin Hood BBC fight scene - Isabella (Lara Pulver), Robin Hood, Guy of Gisborne. I would give it a watch to get an idea of what I was trying to write. Also now I think about it there are a few similarities between Morgana and Isabella. It seems you can't be an independent women on a BBC Saturday night show and go against the title character no matter what or you are made into the villain.

As I have said so many times, I'm sure that you're sick of it. When the next chapter is up-dated is up to you. So thanks and I'll see you when you want the next chapter I guess.