AN: Do I look like the BBC? No. I am not. Therefore, Merlin is not mine.

*Peeks out from behind rock* Don't yell at mee

Yeah...I didn't realize how long it had been since I updated this. I am really sorry, but really, you guys should have figured out by now that this is not a top priority story. However, if I can get a plot going, it might be, especially since I'm only working on two stories right now, and one of them's almost done and the other is a series of oneshots. So, if you have an idea as to where I can take this, please let me know! Otherwise this fic might continue to stay low-priority. I'm sorry, I just don't know where this is going. But I WILL NOT ABANDON!

The sound of a throat clearing got Arthur's attention. He turned to see yet another person that brought up conflicting feelings.

Mordred was standing before Arthur, looked torn as well. Neither of them was quite sure what to feel. They were both still somewhat resentful towards each other, but death seemed to make such things feel insignificant.

"Mordred," Arthur acknowledged.

"Arthur."

It was a tense moment. Mordred broke the silence.

"I have come to give you my own side of the story about Merlin."

Surprise flitted across Arthur's features. Had Mordred forgiven them, then?

"I cannot say I can just forget that you killed Kara," he continued, "but Freya has convinced me that you deserve a second chance, and that maybe I acted rashly."

"Freya?" Arthur asked, confused.

"Didn't you know? Well, I suppose you wouldn't," Mordred said. "Anyway..."

And Arthur was dragged once again into the world that had been hidden from him during his life.
If time had been relevant in this place, Arthur would probably have guessed it was hours before Mordred stopped talking.

"I admit you had good reason to charge Kara with treason," Mordred said finally. "I just wish..."

"I know," Arthur said. "And I'm sorry it came to that."

He looked at Mordred, this time not seeing the man who'd killed him, but the young knight who had once been so eager to prove his loyalty. Perhaps Mordred remembered as well, because he looked away, but Arthur thought he saw guilt building in his eyes before he did so.

"Thank you for telling me about Merlin," Arthur said finally. Mordred nodded stiffly and walked away.

0o0

Freya smiled. Her turn was soon...Will was now taking his turn, describing the life Merlin had had in Ealdor. But Freya could see Arthur was already beginning to understand.

She frowned. She wished she could say the same for Uther.

She glanced over to where Morgana and Morgause had been talking quietly for quite some time. She felt frustration prick at her. Were they still plotting? Didn't they realize they were dead and it didn't matter anymore?

Apparently not.

0o0

"So let me get this straight," Morgana clarified. "If we can convince Arthur, Gwaine, and Elyan, they might be able to convince Freya?"
"That's correct, sister," Morgause replied. "Freya is the keeper of this lake. If we are to drive Uther out of Avalon, we must have her alliance."

Morgana smirked. Oh how she'd missed the smirking.

"Well. Guess I'd better talk to Arthur then."

She glanced over to her half-brother. He was talking to Will, Merlin's friend from Ealdor.

"My turn's next," she muttered.