A/N - Here it is everyone! The 1st chapter! :D I know it's short, so I'll try to make the next one longer.

This story is set after season 5 and will be a lot darker than An Untold Story.

The blood of a thousand men glazed the battlefield floor. Knights of Camelot lay scattered across the icy ground, their crimson capes flapping in the wind. Several large black banners were strewn about, they carried the image of two scarlet serpents that wound around each other, creating a criss-cross pattern. The sky was filled with smoke, the smell of rotting carcasses putrified the once fresh air. Morgana laid on the ground sobbing, how had it come to this? Her sobs turned to desolate wails as reality began to crash down on her. This world, this place of death and destruction, she had created it, all of it. All she had wanted was to regain her throne, but the cost of her victory had been far too great. She had lost everything, her tears were her only comfort now. Remorse and regret welled up inside her, threatening to destroy the strong and powerful woman she had been only hours ago. I'm a monster, she cried to herself. The pain, agony, and suffering of this black day would haunt her for the rest of her life. In the distance, she saw someone approaching. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw who it was; Emrys. He stood over her injured body, white hair blowing magnificently in the bone-chilling wind. She looked into his deep blue eyes, they only revealed more pain.

"Help me, Emrys!" the witch cried, reaching her arm up towards him. A light shone around him, making the powerful warlock look even stronger.

"Is this really what you wanted, Morgana?" he growled. She shook her head, she hated herself for what she'd done. She had killed so many innocent people, even worse, she'd used that man she loved to do it with. Morgana had taken him and turned him into a weapon, a monster.

"Where is Leon?" she asked softly. Emrys lowered his head,

"Dead..."

"No!" Morgana protested. "He can't be! It's not true!" Emrys didn't reply, he only wiped a tear from his own eye. He and Leon had been good friends, though recent circumstances had damaged their relationship a bit. The knight had always being one of his best friends, and to have him die in such a manner was almost unbearable. Morgana lay on the ground, weeping bitterly, what had she done?

A/N - Hope you guys liked it! Please leave a review, they make my day! :)