The lone beast reared its head without joy. Only irrevocable sadness and futile anger filled the once awe inspiring 'Great Dragon'. Kilgharrah cursed Emrys for changing the path he should've walked. Even the thought of killing the tyrant did not hold the vengeful glory it once had. He heard the once naive voice in his head and, unable to disobey his master, he set himself toward the shining city with a roar that shook the mountains.
Nimueh was dancing and spinning her eyes a deeper gold than they had in a long time. She returned from her attack on the pitiful defences to her original fight. She went sword to sword with the knight which confused him to no end. He got a lucky hit to her arm which, as she hissed in pain, healed within seconds. She was angry, her game was getting boring by then, so as he looked at her, fear still in his eyes at her healing, she kicked him the stomach. As he doubled over pain she whispered in his ear "That's all? I though Knights of Camelot were harder than that!" malicious glee dripping from each word. As he slowly recovered his breath, Nimueh raised her hand and said one word he didn't understand "Pealwaya" he was lifted suddenly into the air and he flew above fight, hearing Nimuehs laughter all the while, and he crashed through a house in the Lower Town. As soon as he had recovered from the brief flying lesson he peered out of the door and he saw shadows moving, fighting the guards. He could barely see them; they were a starless night given form, they had dancing specks of golden light inside them telling the world that they were of magic. A small part of his brain that sounded awfully like a lost friend was shouting 'Look behind you, turn around idiot!'. Then he heard a sound like someone whispering nearby and he ducked and spun round to face the shadow behind him.
He wasn't quick enough. He froze in completely rational fear, realizing why everyone was slightly afraid of the dark as the shadow shrunk. It became a shining black spark no bigger than a mustard seed and, before there was time for his eyes to grow wide, it flew at him and passed through his forehead. Sir Gwaine fell to the floor unmoving. His body shook and black veins appeared at his neck and spread. They faded and his eyes flew open. The once warm brown eyes were replaced by the black opals of Emrys and he stood up, shook himself, picked up a forgotten sword and joined the fight.
Morgana walked through the lower town her eyes filled with golden light. Buildings collapsed behind her, attackers were repelled and she stayed on a straight path through as calm as a stone in the lake of Avalon. Then she saw two opponents that were as close to worthy as she'd find. The Knight she'd never encountered and Gwens erstwhile paramour Lancelot. They both shuddered as arcs of electricity hit them between the shoulders and their attackers turned away from them at the smirking witches look. The Knights, still gasping for breath, were forced upright by Morgana's glowing eyes. When they recognised the smirking woman in front of them they grabbed their swords and attacked together. Her sword deflected the blows in a blur and Morgana twisted out of the way. 'Thanks brother.' She thought jeeringly as the men, surprised at her prowess, attacked again. Her sword flashed in the setting sun and hit both swords away again. She got in an easy blow to Lancelots shoulder and he fell back and was faced by another Scáth. She was proud of her creations. Emrys and her mother had wanted to make them but she made them herself, wanting irrevocable proof of her abilities. She fought as if it was a dance; darting forward, leaning back, spinning out of blades reach. She struck blow after blow and had the exhausted, pitiful excuse for a knight at her mercy when a child ran out of one of the houses at her. The young girl screamed "No!" as Morgana turned toward Percival ready to finish the wide eyed knight then she realized the wide eyes were not directed at her. She delved in his mind and saw the fear for who appeared to be his younger sister. She smiled and froze the pair. She slowly stalked toward the young girl and heard the Knight gasp as he worked out what she was doing. He struggled but Morgana reached the shaking girl and she bent down and whispered "I can be your friend, Evania. I could show you amazing things. Or I could kill you. I want you to decide your fate." in her ear. Percival's eight year old sister stood strong and bravely replied "I stand by my brother and Camelot."
"Pity, I liked you." said Morgana, smiling like a shark. Suddenly people were screaming and, as the huge shadow fell over Camelot, Morgana knew Uthers end would come soon and she smiled. She leaned forward but before she could cast her enchantment, the hard spiked tail of the Great Dragon smashed into her.
Kilgharrah saw the destruction being wrought in the city and heaved a great sigh of mourning for Albions forgotten path. His wings scraped the towers and he saw the Witch down below. She smiled and reached toward a child. Kilgharrah grew as angry at her as he'd ever been with a tyrant. He swung himself round his tail sending the accursed woman far away from the child. He laughed and went to perch on a turret to watch the stupid battle but he heard an ear splitting, livid roar that shocked some Camelot fighters and unable to stop himself he headed toward the call.
Emrys had been inside Morgana's mind when she'd been hit. His head was still reeling from the experience when he heard the beast laugh at her prone body. He pulled himself away from the disorientation and roared the words that called the creature he'd believed kin to him. He stood in their clearing and waited. Kilgharrah alight a few feet away from the dark man. He didn't like the calmness emanating from him; it was like the lull before the storm, it brought a sense of defeat, a peacefulness that promised no more pain, no more joy, no more anything. The azure gaze held oblivion as it gazed upon the uneasy beast. "Kilgharrah, you attacked my side without provocation. You know what will happen from such an act. From now on you only do as I say. You will obey the voice of your kin however much you hate our association. Go, beast and wait where we agreed. No deviation. " said Emrys in a voice that scared Albion. He betrayed no emotion however much he yearned to smite the infuriating beast as Kilgharrah rose back into the sky. Emrys turned away and, his eyes flashing amber, brought Morgana to him. She was still unconscious and her pulse was slightly unsteady but she seemed fine other than that. 'Still,' thought Emrys 'We must do something about the beast. I think he may have outlived his usefulness...'
Nimueh was walking amidst the chaotic fighting, her mind searching through the citadel for that familiar mind. She found him and laughed as she felt him rush and worry over causalities. Her good humour passed like a forgotten burst of sun as a guard crashed into her, flipping over her back. Her eyes went cold and shone deep gold as she murmured a spell she didn't know "Faewará!" The fighters of Camelot were thrown away from her as she laughed at their terrified faces. She sent thanks back through her link to their leader and she faded away her mind focused on the old man running through the castle.

So everyone we care about is in terrible danger. And where's Gwen in all this? I hope to update a lot now I'm back but I have school next week. I have no time anymore! I will try to update at the very minimum once a month :) Love you all dearies :D