Thank you for reading. I hope that you like the story so far and will like what is to come. As I said before I have the time now, and would like to up-date more. How often that is, is up to you. Depending on that I will up-date as much as I can. Thank you to everyone that read and reviewed. It means a lot.

Guest. So true, there is always room for improvement. Thank you for your advice. I'll respond in points to it.

1. There has been little development between the two on the whole. I do think however that in comparison to what they had in the show they have had a lot of development. They have I think come to a place of understanding with each other, sort of.

2. I do have it planned out. With important line written down too. I do have spaces where I can add in things that need to be expanded on. I ask people what they would like to read in those places so that I don't miss out characters or things that people would want to read. I want those that read to feel like a part of the story. I hoped to do this by asking people want they wanted to read.

3. That is a good point.

4. I have been told that a lot. I am dyslexic so for me the fact that I have been writing all of this on my own is a big thing for me. So sorry but I won't be using a beta reader.

5. As you user name is guest I don't know if you have posted any stories here or on any other sites. If so I hope that it has gone well for you. Unfortunately that is not the way it has been for me some times. For me it does well like a waste of time, at times, writing something that I know what is going to happen in, and have no one read it. I take your point thou.

Guest. Thank you so much. I won't, however long it takes I plan to finish. Those are some of my favourite parts to write.

Dawn Ruthless. She will have more to do. Maybe not in the way you would think. That is such a nice thing to say, thank you so much.

Chrissy. Thank you so much. I hope that if you read part 1 that you will liked it, and the story will then makes more sense.

Guest. Thank you so much. I plan to up-date a lot more from now on.

Lilly. Thanks. I am glad you like the story.

Jellybeans89. I hope that you will like the outcome of the small mystery. Thank you so much, I am glad that you like the story.

Taking hold of the chair in-front of him with a strong grip, Uther spun it round to face him. It clattered across the stone floor, but took little effort to move. The chair was empty. His eyes widened as he dropped his hold on the chair and took a step back. He was hearing things, he was tired and worried for his son. His mind was playing tricks on him. While not a comforting thought, this was still a better than the alternative.

"Far to long."

The voice now seemed to be coming from behind him. Quickly he spun round to face it. To prove that he was truly imaging this, or that he had to face what he knew in his heart it was.

"Don't you agree."

A figure stepped out of the shadows in the far corner of the room and walked towards the king frozen in place.

"Father."

His eyes locked on to those of his daughter. His full of fear and confusion, hers hate and a hint of satisfaction.

"How did you-"

"I am the last high priestess of the triple goddess. Do you honestly doubt my ability to move around the castle unnoticed." Her words were followed by a smirk. "I have had a lot of practice, even without my magic after all."

Her tone now changed from mocking to affectionate teasing. A tone he had been very used to hearing her use, but feared he would never hear again, especially not directed towards him. His eyes finally left hers as he let himself collapsed into the chair by his side. whatever she wanted he had little fight left in him now to match her. Looking up he saw his daughter slowly walking towards him. Once again he looked into her eyes. Trying to see if he could see any sign of what she was thinking, what she was planning. He saw nothing. She had always been hard for him to read. Just before he was about to give up, pulling his searching gaze from her eyes, he saw a flash of gold across her eyes for a brief second.

"I'm not here to fight with you." It was like a completely different person was now standing in-front of him. Her voice now sounded so tired, drained. "I'm so tired of fighting. Aren't you." letting out a deep breath, the witch sank to her knees by the kings side.

Uther felt his whole body start to sink further into the chair he had been forced to sit in. it felt like a huge weight was being presses down on him. Right on top of his chest making every breath difficult to catch. His eyes were now having a hard time seeing clearly in the faintly lit room, as tiredness seemed to drag them down. Everything seemed a little blurry and now with the weight pressing down on he felt a deep weariness he had never felt before. He didn't realise that his eyes had drifted shut till they opened slowly as he felt a light presser on his right hand he had rested on the arm of the chair.

"Morgana." He questioned looking from her hand gently resting on top of his, to meet her eyes.

"I have come here to help you." She spoke gentle as she would to a young child, or a startled horse.

"Help me." He questioned, repeating the words like they were foreign to him, like he had never heard them before in his life.

"Yes." She smiled sweetly up at him for a fleeting second. "You are my father after all."

His head and eyes drifted slightly lower to the floor as they spoke, now lifted again. She had never referred to him as her father in such a way before. If she did refer to him as such, it was done with a clear and unmistakable tone of distain. Now she said it in the way she had used the word to talk of Gorlois. A part of the king had always wanted to hear the girl in-front of him refer to him in this way. He had just never known it till now. Never let himself think of it. As he knew that it would never be. Now hearing it, the corners of his lips curled in to a warm faint smile.

Morgana smiled back warmly at him. Her left hand that rested in her lap tightly clung to the fabric of her dress. Causing her whole arm to shake from the strain. It took all of her willpower not to dig her fingers nails into his wrinkly old hand that rested under her right hand. The smile quickly left her face. She worried if she kept it on for much longer her face would start to twitch from the strain of the forcing the smile. She had to remain in control of her feelings if she was going to succeed.

"You need to rest, It's time that you stepped aside. Give Arthur a chance to prove himself."

Her voice now took on a slight pleading tone. His mind started to race with what she had just said. The overwhelming tiredness grow, till all he could think about was what she had said. How much he wanted, needed to rest. How much he wanted to see Arthur be the man, king he knew he could be. He wanted to be able to see that, live to feel that pride for his son. He also wanted though to keep him from the weight of the reasonability he would be forced to carry. That worry seemed to be less pressing now. Morgana had not expected it to be this essay. It is impossible to use magic to truly influence a person's actions or thinking. However persuading someone was always possible. With the aid of magic, if a person already in some way believed that what you were telling them was true you could make them believe more strongly in it. This was a power that only the high priestess's possessed. It was what more than anything else lead to the distrust that people had for them even before the purge. The fact that she had been able to led his thoughts so quickly could only mean that he believed at least moderately what she was telling him. That things would be better if he gave up his power, stepped aside. He was more self-aware then the thought.

"So many innocent people. People that you profess to care for have been hurt by your actions. Whatever your intentions were." Her voice rose a like, but she pulled it back. " Ygraine, Arthur. My mother…..Vivienne." Her breath caught in her throat as she said her mother's name. "Gorlois, my true father."

She knew as the words left her mouth, spilled out into the air between her and the king, she should not have said them. There was a risk that she would break the spell by antagonising him in this way. She just couldn't stop herself. A need to hurt him however she could took over and she could think of little else. This blinding anger was a feeling she had become familiar with over the last few years. It had lessened recently, leaving her feeling more empty than relieved that she was not blinded by anger.

"And….you."

Her eyes widened at his words, spoken just above a whisper. Her cheat tightened as the two simple words rung around inside her head. For a second her gaze lowered a little, not wanting to look him fully in the eye for a moment. All she was going to say was forgotten. The meaning behind those towards hit her more deeply that she would ever have expected them too. She had been caught completely off guard. The first she knew of the single tear that had fallen form her eye, was his free hand touching her cheek and wiping it away with a gentle touch.

A series of three memories played out in-front of her eyes in the space of a second. The first was almost forgotten, only the vague imprint remained. A women's hand running a hand over her cheek. Pouring as much love as was possible into that simple, tiny gesture. Second was the most clear. A strong, steady man's hand. Rubbing away faint dirt and the hint of a tear. Offering support and reassurance. The last was the most resent, though was a fleeting one. Another women's hand holding her cheek. Offering understanding and a new perspective.

Once the memories had flashed across her eyes, they saw once again who was sitting in-front of her. A sudden urge to have their tough off of her welled up inside of her. Her right hand lifted to move it away, but he cupped her check and continued to stroke her check with his thumb. Not wanting to risk breaking the influence she had over him by forcing it away, she left it

"Morgana." He gently said with more affection than she had ever heard him use before.

Regaining some control, Morgana lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. "You should renounce the throne of Camelot to Arthur." The king nodded his head slightly. "Leave Camelot and never return." She gently pressed further. "Find some peace."

"I am tired." Uther admitted.

"I know, so am I." This was the most genuinely honest in true agreement the two had ever been.

"Arthur will be a good king."

Morgana nodded her agreement. Excitement began to build up within her, that she had not expected. Things were finally about to change for the better.

"I am proud of my children, how strong you both are." Uther said in a wistful voice.

Morgana didn't know how she felt about the kings words. It was what she had wanted form him, to be proud of her. It was far to wait for his words to change anything between then now, to repair their relationship. It was not however to late for the words to change her. In her heart she knew this was very likely going to be the last time she wound ever see him. Her father. At least the last time they would have to talk privately. There was so much she wanted to say, but there surpricly didn't seem to be a desire to say any of them. HE knew perfectly well what he had done, how she felt. Though she wouldn't admit it, she too understand him. What had motivated him to do what he had done. Pulling herself to her feet, she held onto his hand that had rested on her check till she took a step back, away from him.

"Thank you." She said as she squeezed his hand before letting it go. Her father looked up at her with a warm smile before his eyes gently closed. Tiredness finally taking over.

Slowly she waked back stopping for a second she found her hand wanting to reach out to him. One last time. To mark this moment further in some way. Make sure he persuasion had worked, but knew she could not risk pressing it further. She knew he would do as she asked. She moved no further back or forward. All that had passed between them stood like a wall between them. To her surprise that wall, while still unmoving and unbreakable, didn't seem to be as important anymore as it once seemed. With a surprising feeling of peace stepped back into the shadows, where she seemed to falling to the darkness out of sight.

Many miles for the city Morgana sat under a tree, her eyes shut, Morgause's scrying crystal laying on top of a mirror a thin layer of water around it in-front of her. With a deep breath she opened her eyes, pulling her projected form back into her physical one. Taking in another deep breath she lifted her hand to wipe away the single tear that would be the only one she would allow herself to shed. Before she forced herself to pack up her things and move on. A new age was beginning, this was not the time to be still.

If Morgana had turned her head to look out the king's window as she stepped into the shadows and disappeared, then she would have seen Arthur and Merlin walking through the main square towards the main steps and doors to the castle. Competently unaware of the news and changes that they were about to unfound for them. Arthur had been running over all the different ways that he could explain to his father what had happened. That would satisfy him enough to leave the matter of the camp alone. The best way of doing this was to keep the story as simple as possible. He was so engrossed in his thoughts as he walked instinctively through the corridors of the palace towards his father's chambers. He forgot about Merlin who walked a pace behind him. Just as they turned the corner onto the corridor that the king's chambers where on, they saw Uther leaving his chambers.

"Father." Arthur greeted.

Uther turned to face his son at the sound of his voice. "Arthur." He smiled widely as he walked over to his son. Suddenly not feeling as tired as he had been. "There is much we have to talk about." Raising his arms he placed his hands on Arthur's shoulders. A feeling of lightness and peace slowly coming over him. Letting him know he was making teh right choice. "If you are to be coroneted tomorrow." He teased with a smile as he patted Arthur's shoulders.

"What, Father what are-"

"There is much I must get done. We will talk this all over at lunch in an hour."

Before Arthur could say anymore, Uther moved quickly passed him. Stopping next to Merlin at the corner of the corridor. "Breath my son, we will talk properly shortly. All is well." With that the king left his son and friend in utter shock, and a little excitement.

Turing to face him, Arthur met Merlin's eyes. Finally being reminded of his presence. Merlin if it was possible looked more confused than the soon to be king did. "Arthur-"

"Not now Merlin."

Arthur spoke without any of his usual arrogance he used when telling him what to do. The young man was still trying to take in what was happening. After a few seconds he moved to find the one person who would be the most affected too by this change. The person he wanted to tell before anyone else. He passed Merlin, bumping into his shoulder as he did. Merlin was about to speak again, go after him, when he heard his name being called from just behind him. Turning to face the person calling him he saw Gwaine and Lancelot walking down the corridor behind him. He tried to smile at his friends, but could only offer a half-hearted one.

Seeing this caused a slight look of worry to cross Gwaine's face. "Is everything alright. Did something happen at the camp."

Merlin at first was confused by his friend's question. The events of the past two days seemed so far away with the news he had just heard. "What."

"Did something happen at the druid camp." Gwaine pressed.

It now made sense to him. Gwaine wanted to know if they had seen Morgana, if so what was she doing. With a sympathetic look he answered. "Morgana was there, she's fine. She missed you, but needs to be with her people." Gwaine nodded. Relief clearly visible on his face. Though he tried not to make it so obvious. Clearly he didn't expect or wanted to feel as relived by this as he did.

"You look worried, There is something isn't there." Lancelot gently pressed his friend.

Merlin took a moment to find a way to explain what had just happened. Though he didn't really understand what had just happened himself. "I think….Arthur is going to be made King."

It was now Lancelot's turn to be taken by surprised by a strong feeling that he had hoped he had put behind him. He knew what the next step after Arthur was king would be. He would marry Gwen. Make her a queen. Give her everything that he couldn't. He made himself smile a little. As he and his friends tried to process the life changing turn of events that were about to unfold.

This was the first major step to achieving his goal. Though Merlin was starting to dread it as time went on. What if Arthur wasn't ready for this. What he if he wasn't ready to this. As king he could have a better trained servant. Then he would lose all his chances to guide him, to bring back magic. He realised, also like his friend's a little unexpectedly, that if that happened he would also lose a friend.

Arthur's head was spinning. Not with words but thoughts. He couldn't focus enough on anything for long enough for it to. A thought, most often a problem, would cross this mind, it would then just as quickly be replaced by another one. He had always known that this day would come at some point. He had been half dreading it and half willing it to come for as long as he could remember. Things had worked out better than he could have expected. His father was still alive. He hadn't had to lose him in order to gain the throne. That was a very rare gift. He should be very grateful. He was, but he was also scared. Was he ready for this.

"Arthur."

The soft voice calling his name pulled him sharply back from his racing mind to the real world. Turning round he saw Gwen walking down the corridor towards him. She smiled a soft, sweet smile at him. With a quick glance she looked around to make sure that they were alone. Then she picked up the bottom of her dress a little and half ran towards him. Once she reached him she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tightly next to her.

He didn't fully register her presence till she stood in-front of him, with her arms wrapped around his chest. Letting out a breath he let his body relax, as he lifted his arms to return her affectionate embrace. Resting his chin on the top of her head, he suddenly felt reassured. Things were going to be okay. He had her to support him. He could always count on her to remind him of what was important. Tell him the truth when no one else would. Except maybe Merlin. He was going to need that a lot more now, from both of them if he was going to be the kind of king he wanted to be. Not that he would ever let Merlin know that. He would rather spend the day in the stocks than have him know that.

"I was starting to worry about you." She said into his chest. "What happened."

Pulling back a little she looked up at him. "Everything is fine. I think we reached an understanding."

"We. Was Morgana there." There was the slightest hint of hope in her voice.

Arthur nodded a little, as he pulled away. "Yes she was, She's well. Happy, as much as I think she can be, but I wasn't talking about her."

"Then who."

"Aglain, he's the leader of a fraction of druids." Gwen nodded. "He's a good man. Reasonable and kind."

"Good." Gwen said as she pulled him back into a tight embrace. Wanting to make the most of this opportunity.

"I think I am going to be crowned king in a few days." He whispered into the top of her head. Hadn't meant to just blurt it out like that, he just couldn't make small talk any more. He needed her to know. He needed to talk to her about. After all this affected her too.

"What are you talking about." she pulled back again, needing to see his face to know how he felt.

"I don't really know. My father wants to talk to me about my coronation over lunch."

Gwen nodded her head as he spoke. Then took his right hand into hers. "This is a good thing." While speaking she ran her thumps gently over his fingers. "You now have the chance to truly prove yourself. Make the changes you want. With your father alive to see you and be proud."

With his free hand he touched the side of her face. "I know, I shouldn't be complaining to you. After you're what happened to your father-"

"It's okay."

"No. it's not."

"Let's not dwell on that. This is a happy day." The years that had passed had not dulled the pain of the loss of her father. She did not want to taint this moment with that pain.

"Your right." He smiled. "Our wedding and your coronation are now closer."

Lifting his hand that she held, he brought her hands to his lips, then kissed them lightly. Her hands then let go of his hand, and moved to rest on either side of his face. As she pulled him down into a kiss, he wrapped his arms around her waist. When they parted she got onto her tip toes and placed her head on his shoulder as they held each other tightly.

"I'll be by your side every step of the way. I promise."

He smiled again as he held her a little tighter. He knew that whatever would come from this chance, he would be able to deal with it. If he had her by his side. She knew exactly what he was feeling, even if he didn't want to admit it. She also knew what he needed to hear. He was so lucky to have her in his life. Everything was about to chance. He was very grateful to have a steady constant in his life like her. Merlin as well, again not that he would ever willingly admit to that. Maybe as well he could have his sister back in his life too. She would have much to say about this he knew. She had also promised to be there for his coronation and wedding. They could take then. There was to much to talk about now for everyone.

For the umpteenth time this chapter thank you for reading. I hope that liked the chapter and will like the rest of the story. I just wanted to say because I don't know if I made it clear I'm don't very good with being subtle. The three memory's that Morgana had were, her mother when she was just a baby. Her father, the last time he left her to go and fight. Her sister, when she chose to side with her, and put the spell on her. I hope this is odd that I am pointing this out, I just don't trust my ability to get across subtle hints or points that well.

I look forward to maybe reading any comments that you have. Any Input is always very welcome.