AN: Thank you so much for your patience. School has been killing me, but hey I got an update for you guys! So I hope you enjoy this chapter. Things are about to get interesting.

Isabelle sighed as she woke from her sleep. She had lost track of how long she had been in Morgana's… well, she wasn't quite sure what to call it. She wouldn't really call it a cave, but it was dark and cold enough to be one. For lack of a better word, she would call it a cave, though it was far too earthy to be one.

She was scared, terrified, and she stood there regretting everything. She found herself thinking about Frank. She wondered if he had given up on her. After all, they had gotten in a pretty bad fight. She had never gotten a chance to apologize. Maybe he thought that she was just avoiding him. Maybe, he really didn't care. He had probably moved on, and became friends with another girl. For goodness sake, he was popular enough to. Deep down she knew that she was just having irrational fears, but she still wondered.

Isabelle also deeply worried for her mother. Her mother was sick, the Lady of the Lake…maybe that was why she was so sick! The nearest lake was about an hour drive, it would explain her mother almost, obsessive need for water. Her father, Merlin… the man that he told about in his stories all the time… How was that possible?

Morgana had spoken of revenge, pain, and Isabelle was sick. Her heart pounded in her chest fiercely every time she heard the door open or close. She frowned, she hated feeling so afraid, and her mouth was so dry.

She jumped as someone walked through the small, wooden, door. She closed her eyes, she could hear their footsteps, and they were coming towards her. She wanted to pretend to be asleep, but her breathing was too shallow to be actually sleeping.

"I know you are faking it," a deep voice muttered.

Isabelle opened her eyes, "I want to try and sleep."

"Now is not the time to sleep. I am here to warn you," Matthew hissed.

Isabelle rolled her eyes, "Like I am going to believe anything you say!"

His blue eyes glared, "You should because this is a message from the Lady Morgana herself."

Isabelle didn't say anything, but stared intently at Matthew.

"The Lady Morgana warns that if you do not agree to her demands, then you will suffer pain," Matthew stated simply.

Isabelle rolled her eyes, "I have already been tied to this stupid chain for a long time, I promise that does not feel good. Your "lady's" threat does not frighten me, she has said it once before."

Matthew laughed, "Yes. I am sure."

"You can tell Morgana, whatever she has to offer, I am not interested," Isabelle sighed.

Matthew chuckled, "She was hoping that might be your response."

Isabelle cocked her head, "What?"

Matthew laughed, "Get your sleep. You'll most definitely need it."

Isabelle gasped, "What do you mean?"

Matthew smiled and began to leave.

"Wait, why do you do this?" Isabelle cried out. "What is the purpose? Who are you?"

Matthew froze, "You haven't figured out who I am yet?"

Isabelle blinked, "No."

Matthew gave a small bow, "I am Mordred."

Isabelle blinked rapidly a few times, trying to comprehend why they were all so dramatic.

"Your father hated me, tried to kill me as a boy," Mordred snarled.

Isabelle stared at Matthew…Mordred blankly.

"He probably thinks I don't remember, but I do. I told him I would not forget what he had done. Now it is time for him to pay," Mordred snarled.

"Why are you working with Morgana?" Isabelle whispered, scarcely believing what she had been told.

"She wants the same thing. Merlin tried to kill her once too. He tried to poison her. You see, your father, he is never loyal to his friends, to his kind," Mordred explained.

"You are wrong!" Isabelle shouted, "My father is the most loyal person I know. He is incredibly loyal to Alex, my mother, and me!"

Mordred laughed, "I am sure, but how well do you know your father, really?"

Isabelle opened her mouth to respond, but closed it again. In truth, she realized, she didn't really know her father. Oh, she loved him, respected him, and adored him. However, neither one of them knew who the other was. They barely spoke, because her mother was so sick. She wished she had talked to her father more often, and maybe he would have told her the truth.

Mordred smirked, "I can see that you don't know him, do you Isabelle…pity."

Isabelle just glared at Mordred. She wanted this conversation to be over.

"Seems like you are tired," Mordred smiled, "and like I said, you will need your rest."

Isabelle sighed, feeling exhausted as she watched Mordred leave. As she heard the footsteps recede, she sobbed silently. More than anything she wished she was back home, with Frank, on a horseback ride.

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