And finally here is the last part to my four part teaser to my upcoming story The Old Mother.

Part 1: At the end of my story Mercy.

Part 2: At the end of my story Always

Part 3: At the end of my story Buried

Part 4: Right here

The other stories are much shorter then this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, only my OCs and this storyline.

Hope you enjoy.

The Trap

The old crone scuttled across the obsidian floor with her many spider's feet, running her claw across the obsidian walls. She was impatient, waiting for the scarred man to return with the final souls she had requested. You could even say she was excited if that was an emotion she was capable of. Though it was more of a psychotic smile that now crawled across her pale cracking skin.

"I have slept for too long." She mumbled to herself. "They thought they could trap me in slumber forever. They should have known that I would awake, thirsting for vengeance. I will take it. Oh, yes I will." The many firs she wore shook as she cackled. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot.

"They'll never see it coming." She went on. "Its perfect. I'll have their hearts before the week is out. They will feel my wrath and regret the day they ever dared tangle with me. Their souls will be mine! They were wrong to become so attached to such mortals. I will take what they care for and destroy it. Oh, what chaos!"

Her demonic laughter was cut off when a loud knock came at the metal door in the obsidian. "Enter." She ordered, hunching over a little more, hiding her face under the dragon's head that she wore.

The scarred man slipped into the room. His face was emotionless as usual. There was no excitement there. He merely stood as tall and still as stone, not remembering what it felt like to feel for something. All he knew now was that he must do what she told him.

"Well?" She waved her wrinkled hands, ushering him to get on with it.

"It is done," was all he said.

Her eyes seemed to darken. Vengeance was within her grasp. She could almost taste the end of her enemy's story. With her pointed teeth she would bite off the endings and drag them around in circles until she had devoured their entire tale. None could stop her now.

"The trap is set." She rubbed her hands together. "Everything is in place. They won't be able to resist trying to save the souls I have trapped. No matter what they do they will be wrapping themselves further into my web. Right when they think they have escaped my maze they'll meet a dead end and it will be over." She licked her cracked lips. "So many alternate worlds are hidden behind my doors. Behind one could be an entire world or a single room. They'll never know which one is theirs. Isn't that so?" She turned to the scarred man.

"Of course my lady." He nodded. He had learned not to mention the flaws to her plan. She would not see them.

"Draw their attention then." She ordered him in her crackly voice. "Lead them here."

"How would you like me to do it?" He asked.

"Capture one more soul." She decided. "One more soul should do it."

"Mortals usually cannot see beyond the vale." The scarred man pointed out.

"Sway them in this direction." She told him. "They should be able to hear the voices. Pull them across the border. They'll see the souls between my crooked trees. Everything past the border around my territory is dead. So much death that it is impossible to miss. They will see it. I'm sure."

"It will be done my lady." He bowed. "But what souls should I take?"

"You already have the last girl and boy I asked for. Those two sorcerers." She turned in a circle, thinking.

"Yes, and I locked them behind their door as you requested." He nodded. "Still not sure why you did not also want that other boy. The gypsy boy who once entered our territory with his friend."

"A piece of one of my trees is imbedded in him. His soul will be cursed and will affect events elsewhere." She explained. "He is not important here."

"Yes, of course." He agreed without complaint.

"One last soul." Her many feet padded across the stone floor. She stopped just in front of the far wall and she waved her hand across the dark surface. It rippled. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she searched. "A child." She muttered to herself. "Many souls linger around my border. Which one? Which one?"

Suddenly she froze. Her bony hand lashed out and sunk deep into the inky surface of the obsidian. "There!" She shrieked. "A brother and a sister. Take the younger. Take the boy." The young boy's face flashed across the wall's surface as the old crone's fingers left the surface. "The perfect bate. Bring them here."

She did not turn as the scarred man bowed and left her there alone to play out her plan and set the wheels in motion. Destiny would fall into her trap. Oh how fun this would be. All she had to do now was wait. She was good at waiting.

Indeed she would wait.

Thanks for reading and please REVIEW!

Hope you stick around the read The Old Mother when it comes out. It will tie in a few of my stories together. I'm hoping to get the first chapter out sometime in the next couple days but one can never be too sure.

The only other thing I will say about The Old Mother is that the dead are returning.

Hope you consider reading the other stories and teasers before The Old Mother so it will make more sense, but don't if it is too much for you. I will try to make everything clear when I write The Old Mother.

See you all later and hope you all had a great Christmas.