The Takeover of Camelot

Mordred watched his companions as they made their journey back to Morgause. They were all cheering and throwing the Cup of Life about. He could only picture the faces that had died to try and keep it safe.

They had welcomed him back into their camp when he wanted help. They were the people that tried to get him to dream the dream again. Why did he only realise it too late?

They had all died because he believed what Alvarr said and not what had been passed from seer to seer for centuries. If they did it that way, they would be no better than Uther and Odin.

He didn't want to take the cowards option but when these men were happy to kill their own kind, it was the easier way. He was at the back and so just ran out into the trees. They didn't even bother to follow him.

He had to make it up to Merlin and Morgana. He was dreaming it again but he feared that it was too late.

Morgana concentrated on getting her breathing back to normal as she watched the Lord get all his things in order. Whether he had just turned up unannounced or Merlin had just forgot that he was coming, she was panicking. It was her first visit since her wedding and Merlin wasn't by her side.

"Milady, the rumours of your beauty do not do you justice." He said when he approached her.

"I do thank you Milord."

"I was hoping to be met by the new King himself."

"I am afraid that he has been called away on an important mission. I am sure he will be deeply upset that he has missed greeting you. Hopefully he will be back before you leave."

"I am sure your hospitality will do."

Morgana remained stunned as he walked past her. She couldn't believe him. She didn't even know his name. She knew that she would go through Merlin's papers to see if he should be here.

He hushed the raven as it started to caw. He had to be careful as he didn't want to be caught. Her suspicions had been right and he had to let her know. It would be easier to kill him when he was on the road instead of inside the marble walls.

He hit the bird as it nipped his finger. The blasted bird had never liked him but it was the only one that was strong enough for the job.

He quickly tied the note to it before it had another chance to bit him and then set him free. The bird wasn't going to come back and that suited him fine.

The raven announced its arrival and Morgause walked over to him. She petted the bird before taking the note off him. The bird called out before flying away again. She would call on him if she needed him.

"I heard the raven." Cenred said as he entered the room.

He could see her smile from the doorway.

"Send your men out. I want them along the border. I want them in the villages. I want them in the forest. I want them everywhere. Merlin isn't in Camelot. He must have gone out to get the Cup of Life. Reward people for his capture or death. I want him dead or alive."

"Right away."

She spun around and allowed herself to laugh. She closed her eyes and remembered when she last did that. It was when she was beginning her training as a high priestess and she had just mastered a spell that had been plaguing her for weeks. She couldn't have been older than five at the time. Part of her felt saddened that her happiness and innocence only lasted that long. Uther destroyed all that.

She would have her revenge for what happened that day. She would make sure that everyone that died that day was avenged.

She heard the cheers from the courtyard and when down to see what all the commotion was about.

"Give that here!" She snarled as she ran down the steps to reach her group of druids.

Morgause was astounded at the fact that they were throwing it about as if it was some old sack. They all sheepishly turned to her, trying to look at the ground. The new leader held it up for her to take. She snatched it from his grasp.

"Do you have no respect for age and history?"

They all gave her a look like they had no idea what she was talking about and they probably didn't. These were all simple men that had lived simple lives, moving from place to place.

She looked around for the face that would understand her but it wasn't there.

"Where's Mordred?"

Once they had organised the men and worked out a way to do it, it was quite easy to turn just over a thousand men immortal. It was really the first part of her plan finished. She had an army that would live longer than her. It was all she wanted mainly. Something that would make her enemies quiver in their boots.

The next part of her plan was to not let both Odin and Cenred to become immortal. They weren't part of the plan. Odin definitely wasn't in her idea of how this would end up being. Cenred could have a place but only so she could marry him and then gain Essitir as well as Camelot.

Morgause walked down the halls towards Odin's chambers, flanked by two of her newly-made immortal guards. They wouldn't leave Essitir with him. He didn't want the same as them. Well Cenred only wanted what she wanted, not that he knew what that meant. Cenred may be more lenient against magic but he wouldn't want it to rule over the normal people.

"Morgause, how can I help you?" Odin said as he fiddled with one of his gauntlets.

"You won't be needing them." She said.

"What do you mean?"

She didn't know what would have been worse for him. If she had killed him herself using magic or that his own men had killed him because they were now under her control. But life was a little bit like that. Not always fair.

The bells were loud as they echoed around the corridors. Morgana never remembered them being so loud.

All their scout had been killed, well they were presumed dead due to the knight scaling the walls as we speak.

"Milady, I must get you out." Lancelot shouted from one end of the corridor.

"Get Hunith out." She screamed over the bells. She just wished they would stop. They knew the enemy was there. There was nothing more that they could do.

She started to run though the halls, towards the battlements. She had to see how bad it was.

"Morgana, what are you doing?" Gwen said as she pulled her back into the castle.

"I need to see how bad it is Gwen. I need to know whether I should open the gate and let them in. I need to know if I need to surrender. Camelot can always be retaken. I am thinking of the people who are probably terrified and maybe being slaughter."

Gwen let go of her arm and followed her out. They looked at the army that was waiting to scale the walls.

"There are too many." Gwen whispered.

"Find Lancelot and help get Hunith out the castle."

"I am not leaving you."

Morgana turned to her oldest friend. It was on the tip of her tongue. The words to tell her that it was an order. But the look Gwen gave her made her chance her mind. She needed someone that she trusted fully to remain if she was going to be captured as well.

"Then find him and tell him that you will look for me. Tell him to get Hunith out the castle and I will meet you in the council chamber."

Gwen nodded.

"Stay safe." She called after her.

Morgana wasn't afraid for her own life as she was dragged halfway across the castle. She had given the command that the drawbridge was to be brought up and for the knights not to fight. The order came more apparent when word got out that the army was immortal.

What was it about Morgause and immortals? Maybe it was what she craved. Immortality. Morgana couldn't think of anything worse. Watching everyone you love died around you. She wouldn't wish it on her worst enemy.

She struggled against the guard regardless of if she wanted to be captured or not. There had to be some sort of a struggle.

"Merlin will be back." She shouted at her.

"And we will be ready for him when he does." Morgause said as she turned to her. "Now I would ask you to join me again but after your recent marriage, I think I know which side you are on. What did he do to charm you so?"

Morgana thought back to the moment she had kissed him when he tried to help her escape with the druids. "Because he is sweet and he cares and he will achieve everything you want and more. He will be back and maybe you will see why he is known as the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the earth, why he is known as Emrys."

The older woman laughed. "Emrys is a myth. Emrys is a story to keep the druids to keep faith that it will all get better. You really think that is Merlin? Pathetic."

If anything, Morgana would be happy to wait for Merlin's return, just to prove her sister wrong.