A/N - Hey, guys! I know it's been FOREVER since I lasted up dated this and I apologize. I've completely lost interest in it, but rather than leaving you all hanging, I wrote this little chappy to tie all the loose ends together. This isn't how I originally wanted to end the story, but it was the only way I could end it without like 10+ lengthy chapters explaining everything.

Isabelle jumped at the sound of the hut door opening, letting out a terrified scream as a large hand covered her mouth.

"Shhh." A gentle voice whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you." Her crystal blue eyes shot upwards and came face to face with one of the tallest men she had ever seen. Slowly, he moved his hand from her face.

"I'm Sir Percival, a friend of Leon's." He informed her. At this, she sighed in relief.

"Where is he?" She asked. Percival paused before answering, biting his lip as if carefully contemplating his reply.

"He's locked up in the castle dungeons for helping you." He finally answered. Isabelle's eyes widened in fright, she didn't want to believe it.

"Don't worry," Percival said, a gentle tone in his voice. "He will be released as soon as you explain why you helped save the King."

"I-I can't!" Isabelle exclaimed, tears welling in her eyes. "It's for Arthurs own protection that my secret must be kept!" She sank to the ground, wrapping her arms tightly around her knees. Percival placed a comforting arm around the seer's shoulder.

"I'm sure the King will be fine. Now come on, let's get back to Camelot." With a nod of agreement, Isabelle stood and followed Percival out the door, preparing herself to tell Arthur Pendragon the secret she had so long kept from him.

All was silent as the sorceress made her way into the throne room, Percival following close behind. She gave a slight bow as she approached the King, holding her hand up as he began to speak.

"My Lord," She addressed him. "If at all possible, I would prefer to have this conversation alone."

"As you wish." Arthur nodded after a moments silence. Gwaine began to protest, but Gwen quickly quieted him and pushed him out of the room. Isabelle took in a deep breath, carefully contemplating her first words.

"Sire..." She began. "When I first arrived in Camelot, you asked if you knew me. I replied by saying no. But if truth be told, we have met before." Her eyes began to shift to the floor out of nervousness. "You were never told for none other than your own safety, but we're... That is..." She struggled to find the words, her throat choking up with tears.

"Yes?" He asked softly.

"You're my brother, Arthur..."

"What?" The king gasped, not believing her words. "No, this can't be true."

"But it is." Isabelle said, her voice nearly a whisper. "We were twins, separated at birth."

"Why?" Arthur demanded, still not wanting to believe the seer.

"In exchange for giving our father an heir to the throne, the priestess Nimueh requested a child of her own as payment. This way her own legacy could live on for years to come. It was Uther's wish that you were never told of my existence because I grew up trained in the art of magic"

"And have you any proof of this?" He asked.

"I do." She replied. Reaching down her dress, she pulled out a long chain with what appeared to be a broken charm on the end. She handed it to Arthur and let him examine it. His eyes widened at the design, he couldn't believe it.

"Do you still have the other half?" Isabelle asked softly, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye. Arthur could only nod as he silently pulled a chain of his own out from beneath his clothing. Placing the two charms side by side, they made a the outline of a dragon.

"Mother gave them to us just before she died." She said with a soft smile. "It's all we have left of her." Without a warning Arthur scooped his newfound sister into his arms, holding her close.

"No, sister. We have each other."

A/N - Hopefully that was alright. I'll be putting the epilogue up sometime this week so keep a look out for it!