Sorry if you felt like I abandoned you, I apoligive for that. But it can't have been that long! (shifty-eyed) OK, just tell me what you think, when people review I want to write more. I don't get reviews, I'm upset. And someone review "breathe", its my only story with no reviews, and it hurts to know that. One review is all I'm asking for.

Now, on with the story!

Brothers United chapter 2

The quartet made their way to the city gates, where they were let in upon sight. Morgana held onto Arthur tightly, and looked over at Merlin's horse where Mordred was strapped into an upright position, leaning on Merlin, still looking feverish, but awake as he looked around, terrified as to what might happen to him.

The horses made their way to the square in front of the castle, where Gwen and Uther were waiting for them. The two quickly rushed forward, Uther helping his ward down while Gwen hugged her friend with such a grip that Morgana knew not that her friend possessed.

"Oh, Morgana, I didn't know if I would ever see you again." Gwen wept.

Morgana found herself clutching onto her friend with an equal grip. "I feared the same thing, too."

Then, the air was cut through by a shout from Uther. "What is he doing here?" it seemed as though Uther had seen Mordred. "Guards!" the knights of Camelot rushed forward, but Morgana rushed to stand in front of Mordred.

"No, please don't! I'm begging you here, don't! He's just a child, I couldn't leave him there, and they were hurting him."

"What?" Uther was surprised. Why would the sorcerers hurt one of their own kind? They were all the same, evil, bent on the destruction of his kingdom, etc. Unless the boy had proved to be a liability to them, in which case he was an asset to Uther. Uther took a second look at the boy. Morgana was right; he was only just a child. As such, he would have been unnoticed, thus being privy to the conversations of the planners. Twist the boy to his wishes, and he has a great weapon in his hands: information. It couldn't hurt to keep the boy around, though if any magic was done, that boy would be tied to the stake faster than you could say "Druid".

Morgana, sensing Uther's indecision, quickly added, "He won't use any magic at all, right Mordred?" the young druid nodded his head vigorously, still nervous about the king.

Uther made a decision, but kept it to himself. "Counsel meeting. Now!" the king barked, and the guard followed, along with Arthur, Mordred, Morgana, and Merlin.

In the Council chambers, Uther stood with his back to the rest of the room, facing his throne. The knights, along with advisors, the royal family and their staff were present, and all looking in anticipation at their king. None of them wanted the boy to die, Morgana had grown attached to him, and he had done nothing wrong so far. It was cruel to condemn him the first time, and now he had the protection of the Lady Morgana. Plus, he could be a help to them, a little spy.

Finally, Uther spoke. "Mordred?" the young druid's head popped up.

"Yes, sir." he was polite, careful, knowing that his life and Morgana's were on the line.

"What do you know of Morgause's plans?" this question did not surprise Mordred; he would have been surprised if it didn't.

"She was planning an attack on Camelot, last I heard. It wasn't to be for a few months, but the escape might force her hand."

"So you willingly left the hideout, and came to Camelot?"

"No sire, I didn't; the Lady Morgana made my choice for me. And I'm glad she made it."

"Pardon?" all of the people in the room were facing Mordred now, awaiting his response. Many knights had their hands on their sword hilts, ready to draw them now that they knew that he didn't choose to come to Camelot for peace.

"Morgause's plan was to sneak some people into the city and attack for the inside, simultaneously attacking from the gates. She knew you couldn't survive two at once. She planned for me to help power the spell, claiming that I had untapped potential. She was wrong. That night, she brought me to her tent and started a spell, which I recognized. She claimed I was more powerful than I was that I was someone else, in fact. Before I could do anything, I was barely conscious, and she made me see horrible things, things worse than before."

"Before?" this time, it was Morgana's voice. "They hurt you before?" all heads now turned to her as her face contorted in fury. "How could they, you hadn't done anything wrong-"

"But in their eyes, I had, when I tried to convince them of peace. It was what made Morgause think that I was another." The king had enough of this small talk, he wanted real information, or else the boy was going to burn.

"Who did Morgause think you were?" Uther had turned around and faced Mordred with a hard stare. "Tell me, now!"

"Emrys." Mordred whispered. Then, louder, "she thought I was Emrys."

Merlin's face paled, and a barrage of thoughts made their way to his head, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. Why would Morgause think that Mordred was Emrys? Surely he wasn't that famous?

"Who is Emrys?" the king asked, confused, yet threatened.

"Emrys," Mordred started, "is a powerful, peaceful warlock who will forever side with Camelot. His loyalty will lie with the Once and Future King, and will return magic to the land. There are many of my kind who want to follow him, though he raises no army as of yet. One day he will, and help destroy any remnants of those that wish harm to Camelot, magic or mortal. I wish to be a part of his army."

"And where can I find this, this Emrys?" Mordred bowed his head at Uther's question, and seemed wary of what he would have to say.

"I don't know. All I know is that he is here, in Camelot, protecting the Once and Future King, as is his destiny. And no one can escape a destiny, not you, or your son, or even the greatest of us all, Emrys." Throughout the entire conversation, the boy had spoken like an old man, wizened by his years on the Earth. The wisdom shown by a child, no older than fourteen, scared many member of the court, in more than one ways. If this was how the Druids raised their children, to be respectful, polite, and mature, then could magic be all that bad?

Uther paused in his argument. A sorcerer, protecting his son, only wanting peace? Was that even possible? He had killed so many of their kind, because it was clear with his experience, that magic corrupted. Why would a sorcerer waste his time protecting one whom he must hate? It made absolutely no sense, and yet, he got the feeling that the boy spoke the truth.

The king cleared his throat. "well, do you have any idea who it may be? If not, then you will be executed for magic." A cry was torn from Morgana's throat as she lunged forward, trying to hide the boy. Mordred's eyes widened, and he started to back away slowly, preparing an escape.

"please, sire, given the time, I might be able to find him." This made Uther sit up straighter, and he leaned forward.

"how?"

Mordred took a deep breath, and explained. "a man like Emrys cannot stay hidden. People with powerful magic make a presence, and they make it well known. Eventually, I would be able to feel his magic, and pinpoint who it was. Though I could also try speaking with our minds, though if he doesn't answer it will be useless."

Uther leaned back. "do it then." Mordred took a deep sigh of relief at this statement, and bowed his head. "But if you cause any harm to Camelot, or use your magic for anything other than finding Emrys, you will be executed."

"Thank you, Sire." Uther motioned for the guards to escort Mordred to a room.

"Make sure that he is properly fed and clothed. And someone make sure that the Lady Morgana is cared for as well." at his words, Mordred, Morgana, and the guards filed out of the room, followed by the rest of the those present.

As Merlin exited the room, he heard Mordred speak to him in his mind. Don't worry, Lord Emrys. I won't give you up until the final battle between yourself and Morgause. I will not betray my kind and my religion. There was a hint of malice present, and Merlin felt guilt wash over him as he remembered what he had done to Mordred when they were fleeing the knights at the druid encampment. And then he panicked. He hadn't a chance alone with Morgana when they were coming back to Camelot, and she hadn't said anything to him. What would happen to him? He had poisoned her, so why hadn't she had him executed?

So, what do you think of the second chapter?

Mordred: I thought it was good, but hey, I'm just your interpretation of the character created by Geoffrey of Monmouth and altered by the creators of Merlin(BBC). You control what I say!

Me:Yup, I do. What did you think of Merlin's slight panic attack at the end? And how should Morgana deal with Merlin? I didn't want it to lay forgotten, but I don't want it to take up the whole storyline. Any ideas?

Arthur: (enters) So, what did I miss? And why did Merlin have a panic attack at the end? And what did he mean by poison her, I mean, come on, kittens have more evil in their hearts than Merlin, so why would he hurt her? And what was with the whole religion thing from Mordred, I mean, you'd think that Merlin was... (gets cut off by smelly gym socks being shoved into his mouth, and then secured with duct tape)

Me: that takes care of that! Read and review unless you want Arthur to suffer indefinetly!

(Arthur shakes his head up and down ratically, eyes wide.)