The King of Camelot

If anything, the marble walls filled him with hope and joy. It may have only been his home for a short amount of time but it was where he belonged. He could tell that Arthur was feeling the same as him as he gentle pushed him with his shoulder.

"Stop being such a girls petticoat Merlin." Arthur mocked.

"You are as glad as me to be back."

Merlin turned to him and saw his smile. It was where the both of them belonged.

"I must admit, it is too beautiful to give up." Gwaine said as he joined them.

"It is just home now." Merlin commented.

"Then what are we doing standing around here for. Let's get it back." Gwaine started to make his way down the hill, closer to the city.

"There might be a knighthood in it for you." Merlin couldn't help but shout after him.

"So do you think she has put in place the law you want to?"

"You mean made magic legal. Probably unofficially."

"Then let's get it back so you can make it official."

She hadn't seen anyone for hours. Did she really send them away?

Morgause just wanted to know where Merlin was and she wanted him dead. Her plans could not advance if he was still alive. She could not rest until he was found. The moment she left Camelot to try and conquer more kingdoms, he would be back.

It made her want someone to die.

Her thoughts turned to her sister in the dungeons. Merlin would surely come back to Camelot if he heard the news that his wife and queen was going to be put to death.

She cursed herself for not thinking that sooner and for still having some sympathy for someone who didn't want to know her.

She could make sure it was arranged.

Morgana kept taking deep breaths as the guards walked her back to her cell, but she could still feel the tears building up.

Even after all what she had said, she still believed that Morgause would care for her. She suspected that she was only doing it to try and make Merlin come out of his hiding place but it still hurt. Someone from her own kind had just sentenced her to death.

Her eyes had locked with Gwen's at that point and the look in her friend's eyes was clear, she was terrified for her.

Part of her wished Merlin to not return until he was ready. He would be a fool to take it back without meeting up with Lancelot and the other knights that managed to make it out alive. He would never survive with just him and Arthur.

As she was placed in her cell and left, the halls were filled with her sobs. She wanted Merlin to come back as soon as possible.

She couldn't rely on that it was just to get Merlin back into Camelot. What if he didn't come? What if he thought that Morgause wouldn't hurt her? What if she did carry out the sentence?

Morgana wanted Merlin. She wanted his soft voice, mumbling that things would be alright and they would find a way out of this. She wanted his arms around her, protecting her.

Morgana wanted Gwen. She wanted her advice. She wanted her comfort.

Morgana wanted Arthur. She wanted his bravery and not giving in. She wanted his strength to carry on when times were hard.

It was going to be a long 24 hours.

He had forgotten how impressive it was. He didn't really take much notice of it the first time he was here anyway.

He pulled the hood over his face. He didn't want to be recognised. Both sides he had run from. Both sides he looked as though he was against.

Whether they actually thought that, he would never know.

He took a deep breath before walking round the back of the castle, hoping to find the entrance he was once smuggled out of.

Everyone knew the plan. It was very simple, so simple that really nothing could go wrong. Arthur was going to direct most of the knights in and create a distraction, making sure that the bulk of Morgause's army would be dealing with them while Merlin took a small team to spill the cup.

Unfortunately for Merlin it wasn't as simple as he thought. The bells tolled around him as the plan took its place. He had already lost the three men that had come with him. Two had died and the other one he sure was no better off.

He thanked everything when he ran into the physician's chambers and found it empty. He was so glad that he had left it in its hiding place. The sword that was made for him when he defeated the wrath. It could kill anything. Surely it could help him at least get to the cup without dying.

He moved away the floor board and took the sword out. He would always keep it by his side after this. It was a powerful weapon and one that he should use more often.

He ran from the physician's chambers to the council's chambers. It was in the heart of the castle and it would be the first place he would think about putting a cup full of blood. The sword worked a treat and every immortal that he came across vanished.

Merlin opened the doors of council chamber and smiled with glee as the cup stood proudly in the middle. His smile didn't even faultier as the knights guarding it came at him.

All of a sudden, the air was knocked out of Merlin and he felt the sword drop out of his grip as he was flung backwards. A sharp pain went through his side as he hit the wall and he suspected that he had broken a few ribs.

"And so the king returns."

He laughed as he used the wall to get up. He was still trying to get his breath back. "You didn't think I would let it go without much of a fight did you?"

"Morgana did."

Merlin turned and looked at her. "Morgana knew I would come back. It is easier to take back a castle when I have the men to do it."

Morgause smirked at him and bent down to pick up his sword. Merlin took a step forward.

"Where did you get this from then?"

"It's mine."

"Well, it isn't any more." Her eyes twinkled. "Kill him."

Merlin used his magic to push back the knights but soon it became too much. He couldn't remember how it happened but he ended up on his back, the knight above him raising his sword above his head and over Merlin's heart.

A thousand thoughts flew through Merlin's mind and they were only stopped once he heard Morgause's screams of pain and the knight disappearing. He shut his eyes and the sword came falling down.