Beta by TheJunebug1218

Morgana stood high on the rock cliff and before her was the ocean. She knew that she was dreaming. But something was wrong. The sea was restless. The sky was dark. The storm was rising. She closed her eyes. It felt the same as when she dreamt of Merlin's death. Same sadness, same sorrowfulness.

"Morgana." Someone called her.

Morgana turned around and saw blond women whit mail and sword in her belt. Her smile was gentle and warm, but her eyes were cold.

Morgana backed off. She was near the edge now.

"Come, come with me Morgana. I will make you the queen of Camelot."

"Who are you? How could you say so?"

"I'm Morgause. I'm your sister."

In a moment of panic, Morgana stepped back again but there was nothing under her feet. She looked at Morgause's smiling face and watched it disappear behind the edge when she fell.

Morgana bolted upright in her bed, sweat pouring down her face, a scream stuck in her throat from the nightmare. Almost immediately her stomach lurched and she leaned over his bedside and oksensi.

"Oh gods, oh gods," She muttered and weakly rose to splash water on her face and rinse out her mouth. She didn't hear the door opened and Gwen stepped inside.

"My lady? Are you alright? What happened?"

"It is okay now. It is okay." Morgana repeated herself and calmed her breathing back to normal.

"It was nothing. Nothing at all."

()

What Robin had noticed about Gwaine on their journey, was that Gwaine was a magnet for trouble. Wherever they went, tavern or pub, Gwaine was finally always in the middle of the fight.

And when Robin woke up with his head pounding in pain, it was clear that something had gone terribly wrong.

"Robin, Robin! Wake up buddy. Gods, that hit was hard. I hope there is no permanent damage in your scull."

"Gwaine, you talk too much and too loud." Robin moaned.

"Ah, you are awake. Good. Sorry. Headache?"

"The worst." Robin admitted and tried to focus. "So, where are we?" Robin asked and rubbed the back of the head.

"Some old ruined castle, deep in the dungeons, I think." Gwaine sighed. "Can you stand?"

"I think so. Help me up. What hit me?"

"What do you remember?"

"We were in some tavern. You tried flirting with that woman."

"Yeah." Gwaine grinned. "And that was a bad choice."

"It always is." Robin murmured and looked into friends apologetic face. "So we were in a fight."

"Oh, a big fight." While Gwaine looked just too excited. "Only that it got bad fast after someone hit you and I tried to help you. We were captured."

"By whom?"

"Slave traders."

"Slave traders?" Robin whined.

"Yes. I think this is one of their bases. They collect fools…

"Like us." Robin mumbled.

"… In here and then when the caravan gets here we continue our travel." Gwaine hit his fist against the wall.

"Great, and we tried so hard to keep ourselves out of their way. So someone hit me with what?"

"A frying pan. Big one. Why didn't you dodge it?" Gwaine asked.

"I didn't see it coming." Robin explained.

"Only the blind couldn't see that." Gwaine yelped.

Robin smiled at him.

"I didn't say it? Right, I didn't." Robin stepped right in front of his friend. "Gwaine?"

"Yes?"

"I'm actually blind."

Gwaine looked at Robin like he was madman and leaned forward to look into his eyes.

"I knew that there was something odd about your eyes. But how could you see anything, because I'm sure that you see something. Somehow." Gwaine was confused when he tried to guess what was going on.

"Magic." Robin smiled. "I have magic. I use my magic to see auras around everything living."

Gwaine stared him and Robin move nervously waiting his friend to said something.

"How long have you been blind then?" Gwaine finally asked.

"I don't…"

"Know." Gwaine cut in." Yes, new mystery again. So, if you have magic, can you get us out of here?"

"You seemed to be okay with this." Robin was relieved.

"With what?"

"With magic."

"I have been on familiar terms with some of the druids and healers. I know that magic isn't as evil as what some think. But why on earth did you agreed to come with me to Camelot?"

Robin shrugged. "It seemed right decision to do. I just have to trust my instinct these days."

"Right. So, those bars?"

"Let me see."

Robin walked near the bars and felt that something was amiss. Then he touched them and felt the impulse. He suddenly flew backwards onto the ground. Gwaine knelt beside him where he lay on the floor motionless, gasping the air.

"What, what happened? Are you hurt?"

The nausea was overwhelming. For a moment it was like all his power was ripped out of him. Like there wasn't magic at all anywhere.

"I can't use my magic."