OK here we are, the chapter we all wanted, I hope you will enjoy it, the reviews are few but i promised to armor and myself that i will finish this story :)

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Chapter 22 – War and Justice

'I'm scared,' Morgana whispered, the dawn had just broke in the horizon, the room was still semi lit, a bit cold from the night hours but the bed of the chamber was warm, under the covers, Arthur and Morgana lay naked on their sides with their arms wrapped around each other. Arthur kissed her brow and caressed her shoulder.

'It'll be alright,' he whispered and she smiled at him almost shyly.

'I can't believe I will confess that but I almost miss Camelot…' she said and Arthur smiled in wonder.

'You do?' he questioned and she nodded.

'It was where I met you… the place we fell in love…' she pointed out with her reply and he smiled and this time kissed her lips. 'What you think of the things I told you?' she asked when the kiss was over and he sobered and sighed.

'I… don't know… I can't believe my father and your sister did all this… I'm mad at both of them and the fact that Nimueh leaves us to deal with them troubles me… one moment I feel like seething the next moment I know I won't be able to hurt my father… like you won't be able to hurt your own sister… no matter what, they are our blood.' Arthur whispered and Morgana sighed as well and nodded.

'If it comes to punishment…' Morgana started but trailed off, Nimueh had informed her of the plans for the next days, they should be ready to strike the right moment.

'If it comes to punishment, we'll find the right way… there are people around the nations that love Uther and Morgause… we can't have them against us but the realm must know who are the rightful heirs…' Arthur replied for the both of them and Morgana sighed and nodded again.

'And then we have the Saxons, and Lot, and Merrick,' she pointed out and Arthur this time brought her closer to him and kissed her forehead.

'Troubling yourself with all this troubles Mordred,' Arthur whispered and Morgana this time smiled and looked up at him, this was the first time their son was mentioned with the name she had seen in her dreams, Arthur smiled back at her. 'I like it, a strong name for a strong boy… and maybe we could name our daughter Morgane… after her mom… when she arrives one day…' he added and this time Morgana chuckled.

'I can't believe you're planning the future right now…' she said and he smiled.

'Of course I do, as long as I have you here… as for the babies, I want more but right now it's too early to think of more names… lets sleep, we have a few more hours…' he whispered and kissed her lips once more, she nodded in their kiss and they faded it as they relaxed in each other's arms for a few more hours of sleep.

III

'Is everything ready?' Uther asked as he moved up in the ship that would lead him to the tiny Island in the Avalonian sea called the Isle, where the legends showed it as the source of all magical power, for centuries claimed both by Camelot and Avalon. His captain nodded and showed him the way, they would need only some minutes to reach the place, Gaius was right behind his king, in silence following like always.

'All set, my Liege,' the captain said and Uther nodded with a frown, he didn't even know why he had agreed on meeting with Morgause, she had lost Arthur and that should mean he was to have found him already thanks to his spies, but nothing. The Avalonian palace had been attacked, Arthur had been snatched away from God knows who and nor he nor Morgause had found him yet she wasn't retreating, the evil witch was still in for war and Uther was more than happy to give her that, he couldn't wait until the moment he was to be setting the stakes for her and her baby sister.

Lot moved up the deck and moved close to the other King, Uther regarded him with a small nod. Lot was a cruel man, savage with a beard, stormy black eyes and hard features, both must be making a terrifying image, Uther thought.

'I hope this meeting is not a sign of weakness, Uther,' the king of the North pointed out and Uther rolled his eyes and looked at him, Gaius eyed the two kings with dark eyes.

'It is not, I just want to make sure she doesn't have my son, the moment the rumors are denied, we strike no matter what, and then we'll be done with these witches from Albion once and for all.' Uther said and Lot nodded in his black clothes, despite the whole deal, they were wearing their countries' traditional clothes for the meeting as the protocol of the neutral Isle demanded. Their swords were around their waists, leather and chainmail protected them, as if it would do any help in case guns were brought out. It would have felt ridiculous if it didn't make them look all the more cruel and ready for war, they expected Cenred, Merrick and Morgause to be wearing their own traditional clothes, maybe Morgause would have the Priestess' jewelry on as well, to rub in their faces her evil powers.

'I hope the witch isn't playing any tricks. The Isle is supposed to be neuter ground for both Camelot and Avalon…' Lot said and Uther sighed, losing patience, he had no idea where his son was and even if he won the bloody war he had promised land and military power to Lot… and he knew Lot was a greedy man.

'If she dares play any kind of trick with us I will slaughter her with my own sword, let her try… the treaty and the neuter ground be damned, she had my son.' Uther finally snapped and Lot almost chuckled.

'I like the way you think, Uther but Morgause is mine, you promised… her father had been a good man yet enchanted by that bitch Vivienne, happy day the moment of her passing… now Morgause is mine, and so is her little sister, a true beauty I must say… she will do a fine bride for my son, or a even finer whore on my lap, that is a good trophy, as good as half Caerleon's army…' Lot said and Uther felt like cringing, without wanting to, he wondered in how many pieces Arthur would cut Lot if he touched Morgana…

'Are we ever to sail this bloody boat?' Uther finally called out to vent his frustrations there and the crew rushed to finish the final preparations before the army leaders, diplomats, councilors and politicians could move aboard.

'Finally…' he whispered as the ship started and soon they were leaving the dock and sailed in the water that seemed as if ending at Hell's pit. The rest of the trip was made in silence and soon they could all see the Isle becoming bigger and bigger in the horizon until they reached it. To most people, it would seem like a beach, but when you looked up you could see the ancient ruins of the once free Isle, where the Priestesses practiced their craft, healed the ill and gave their blessing to the old Kings and Queens. The sacred place would be the final stop before the New War could start.

'What do you think, Gaius?' Uther asked his old friend's and councilor's advise, the old man shook his head and sighed as he saw the Isle he once occupied as the Priest, before he could turn his cloak to the Old Religion for the sake of his life and his king.

'I think we make a grave mistake, my Lord,' he finally said seriously and Uther didn't have time to say a word more as Lot only chuckled and shook his head at Gaius.

'Old men always feared death for they were closer to Him by age…' Lot said arrogantly but Gaius remained stoic, to Uther's fear.

'Yet tonight, we all get close to Death, My Liege.' He murmured before the ship could finally reach the shore…

The Kings of North and Camelot started for the ruins through the lonely path from that side, both sure Morgause and the rest had moved up from the other side of Isle since Avalon was deeper in the east.

'The place stinks with witchcraft.' Lot murmured as they climbed up the path in effort. Uther preferred not to say a word, he knew very well of Lot's reasons to hate the Isles and the late queen Vivienne… it had all been in that tournament when Albion was still standing united… Vivienne and Igraine were the fairest of all women in the realm, Igraine had chosen her murderer…. And Vivienne hadn't chosen Lot… these were both women's crimes, Uther thought with a bitter sting of truth in his heart before he could chase it away.

The gargoyles that once guarded and decorated the building were either beheaded on the ground or completely gone, after the Purge's fight on the Isle and the Priestesses' try to save their kind by enchanting the gargoyles against Uther's army, these rocky beasts had killed so many… so many that tried to kill even more.

After entering the ruin's main entrance, they could see people waiting already, the west wing of the ruin was also gone and that provided a lot of light from the setting sun. Uther and Lot were followed by Gaius, Lot's older son, Gaheris their council and politicians. Across the temple in the middle of the Main Hall, Morgause in her black clothes and hematite jewels of power, Cenred in his own black traditional costume and Merrick in his royal clothes waited, surrounded by guards, soldiers and their own councils. Too many people in a place of prayer.

The two parts stopped opposite each other with the ruined temple of the Goddess between them, all staring down at each other, the diplomats were the first to try and save the day.

'We are gathered here to make amends and prevent a war that won't help in the continuation of the Free Seven Nations across Albion.' One of them started and the other side decided to keep up.

'We should all find terms as to stop the war and continue with the treaties signed by all sides in the Great Unions of the past years, we should all try and-'

'Where is my son?' Uther asked, interrupting the utterly nervous diplomats. Morgause smirked at his need.

'I thought it was you who took him…' she tried but Uther knew better.

'We both know it was the Druids and we both know they were under your power… where is he?' he retorted and Morgause's eyes hardened, her now brown hair made her stormy eyes even more prominent.

'The Druids tried to kill my sister the moment her jet moved within your country's ground… so you might know something more than I do about them,' Morgause this time shouted and Uther drank in her equal despair.

'ENOUGH WITH THIS SHIT AND THE DRUIDS! They obviously both have your son and her sister and they're not giving them back… now we have a war to see to here…' Lot was the one to bellow and make everyone stop, his patience thin. He looked between Uther and the rest of the Leaders and decided to let Uther this time keep up to the point.

'Are you willing to give in?' Uther asked for a last time, Morgause wasn't to reply as Cenred smirked by her side.

'Never,' he said and grasped his wife's hand, obviously enjoying the moment of declaration in war way too much.

'See you at my court then, all bound and ready to die.' Uther finally replied and Morgause this time moved a step closer.

'You will die like your wife did, by magic!' she screamed in his face and he moved a step forward as well, the temple now serving them as the only obstacle of their final collision.

Uther was ready to speak again, his hand already pointing at the witch's face but a long shadow suddenly covered them both by the west wind that was illuminated from the setting sun that shone bright as if aflame in the horizon. Both royals turned their heads and looked at the tall feminine figure reaching the two groups of people from the ruined side of the castle, behind them, more figures followed but the glow from the sun was too bright to make their faces yet.

'You two have the nerve to plot against each other in my castle… the Priestess' castle, turning into a neutral ground only after you killed my kind with your wars… after imprisoning me as to hush your crimes and illegality to your thrones… and now you're all gathered here like rats in the trap to shake your little fists at each other…' Nimueh said in her loud cold voice, her predator's eyes finally seeing her two criminals face-to-face, her eyes also fell at Gaius who seemed as if seeing a ghost, or a demon.

Behind her, two figures followed, one step behind and from each side as if to back her in the time of need. On her left, Morgana walked up the west path, dressed in a black dress and black cloak, her head down in curls, her face a mask of anger. Avalonian silver jewels proved her own power, the Moon and Sun for Mora and Avalon and the only piece of gold on her was a small Dragon, among the other two pins above her heart, her free hand touching her middle section while the other was held by Arthur who stood by Nimueh's right, in his traditional costume of chainmail and his sword by his waist, the red cloak of Camelot on his shoulders, a small intertwined sun and moon decorated the handle of his sword, the couple showing the union already. The druids followed behind them in a big semi circle to engulf the Priestess and the Heirs.

'Traitor…' Morgause was the first to say something, ignoring Nimueh's words her eyes fell on Morgana who looked back at her sister with a steady glare. 'Traitor, little traitor!' she screamed this time, her voice breaking in her fury. Uther was still looking at his son, behind his greatest enemy.

'No need to speak such words, Morgause,' Morgana finally addressed her sister, the same woman who had indented with Cenred to separate her from her own child, her little son.

' Arthur… let the witches and come at your father's side.' Uther spoke this time and Lot moved closer to the king and waited for the young man. Arthur remained next to Morgana.

'I don't think so, father… I know about your crimes, and I know about what you intend to do in case you win, I rather die here, tonight than see you back in power. Morgana is carrying my heir… you know about the prophesies… ' Arthur finally replied. Lot and Uther remained frozen, their guard moved closer while the politicians almost rushed to the back, the exact same thing happening across the temple with the diplomats and councilors of Avalon, Escetia and Mercia, men of words knew better when the actual massacres were to begin.

Every guard held both traditional swords and carbines, the druids also were armed and as the atmosphere turned explosive, the first mistake took place. At the same time, Lot and Cenred, the most hot-blooded of the Royals, drew their swords and the fight started out of nowhere. Morgause launched for Morgana with a wall of light, Morgana blocked it with her hand, both women's eyes turning amber. Nimueh surprisingly launched for Gaius who as if expecting it tried to stop her attack with a wall of fire, the couple of Priests at last would fight over their fallen temple of glory and divinity. Uther launched for Morgana as well but found blockage from Arthur's sword.

'Not so easy… not as easy as you killed my mother,' Arthur rasped out as the two men collided. Behind them Lot was fighting with Cenred, unfinished business between the two were about to be shorted, Merrick with his slow reflexes and bad skill with a sword commanded his men to fight for him and they did so, along the rest against the guard of Camelot and the Druids were the final to advance, at both royal guards with savage screams and deadly weapons.

That day would be remembered later on as the Clear Day, for everyone came forward with their true intentions, with the truth of every little secret and every fear revealed. The center of the temple was in chaos, screams, blood, some gunshots but mostly collision of swords and exchange of harmful spells were taking place in the ancient place yet it all started as soon as it ended.

Morgana and Morgause were locked in a fight of a huge energy cord, emitting from their hands, Morgause's cord seemed purplish while Morgana's was scalding red, they both pushed their ends towards each other with effort, the cord ostracized to a wall, destroying the final gargoyles, making the entire place shake and almost everyone fall to the ground because of the tremor. Nimueh finally found the perfect opportunity to kill Gaius with a white as lightning spell in the form of a ball, Lot thrust his sword in Cenred's chest yet as the young king fell, he thrust a small knife hiding in his boot through Lot's eye, hitting the brain with easiness.

There were few more standing, most of them had paused as they watched their royals killing each other, Merrick laid dead already on the stone, many wounds covered his large body as he had probably died in the general battle, more and more thrones were left beheaded in Albion by the minute. Arthur was still fighting with Uther, Morgana and Morgause were trying to reach a clear shot of each other among the ruins of their witchcraft and Nimueh was madly trying to back Morgana at the same minute.

The Le Fay of the prophesies was the first to reach the clear shot and her sister didn't have time to hide nor Nimueh had time to help Morgana, the raven haired witch unleashed another spell, this time bright green, her lips whispered the spell and Morgause was hit by it right away. Morgana finally bowed her body slightly and used her own knees for support as her hand grasped at them and she remained bowed in her black dress all dusty by the fight while Nimueh moved close to the older sister.

'You didn't kill her…' Nimueh pointed out as she looked at Morgana.

'You told me I was to deal with her…' Morgana said as she turned her head and saw the only people still fighting in the crowd, father and son like two great lions. She watched as the Great King Uther fell on his back, the man who had let her father die, the man who had killed Arthur's mother, his own wife, the man who wished for her own death, who attempted it a few minutes prior, she also saw Arthur's sword pointing at his father's throat, she rushed to stop him.

'NO! No, Arthur no!' Morgana screamed as she reached him and grasped his arm, she remembered him in the hospital, when he had learnt about Igraine, how he wanted to find and kill him, he knew he had attacked Uther afterward. She tried to pull Arthur away but he remained, Uther's sword lay far away for the king to harm either Arthur or Morgana so he simply lay there, his helpless eyes first looking at his remaining guards who refused to fight more, some of them were Arthur's knights, and then he looked at Morgana, his only hope.

'You're not like him, you're not like him, you won't kill your father, you won't become a monster,' Morgana rasped in whispers as her hands tried in vain to pull at Arthur's arms, he was so much more physically powerful, it was impossible, one more move and his blade would be cutting Uther's throat. Morgana wasn't even sure why she tried so hard, why she didn't let her beloved to avenge her father? But no, there was a child inside her and she wouldn't let that child's father become like that.

'He tried to kill you… he knows you're with child, he knows you're with my child…' Arthur rasped back at her, his arms trembling with effort, the man looking at him with fear and a somehow cold daring in his eyes was his father, the man who taught him so many things, the man who loved him in the way he knew to love. And at the same time, he was the man responsible for so much pain in his son's life.

'His greater punishment will be to see that child being born, raised and ascended in the throne of Albion, the throne he never made to claim or keep… the throne you and I will make the best out of… for all of us… and he will know it was your generosity that saved him, he will live with the guilt, the knowledge of you becoming better than him, taking a witch as your wife and achieving all he failed to…' Morgana tried again and saw Arthur looking back at her for a moment, their eyes locked in a fight of their own, a fight of dominance and understanding, of pleading and compassion.

Arthur looked back at the man at his feet and after another torturous moment, threw away his sword and straightened up his body, one arm wrapping around Morgana while his eyes still remained on Uther who didn't dare move as Nimueh moved closer and with a spell of hers, he fell unconscious on the marble floor. Morgana wrapped around Arthur both her arms and hid her face in his neck like he did with her hair, both panting and clinging to each other.

'It's over…' she whispered and Arthur nodded, his other hand moving to her stomach and caressing the spot there.

'We made it…' he could only whisper back as he held the most precious person in his life within his arms…

OOOH alright, we had the fight, i wanted something small and quick because i don't think a huge war or fight would help anyone, the point was for the Heirs to take their places and as you saw they didn't kill their family... Nimueh allowed to choose and they chose how to handle the situation, next will be the epilogue to this tale and i promise it will be a good one, please review and give me motive :)