A/N: TJTMaria13, your review made me smile! And everyone else that reviewed, thank you! It makes me feel a lot better as an author! Please keep it up!

Kilgarrah can't always be right, Merlin thought when he awoke the next morning. His dreams had been a tangled mess of Morgana and him making love, Morgana stabbing him, Kilgarrah eating Merlin and Morgana's child . . . He shook his head to clear it. He got up and dressed and went to the kitchens to get Arthur's breakfast like he always did. But when he went into Arthur's room, he was meted by a strange sight.

Arthur was sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed, and with his head in his hands. "Arthur?" Merlin asked tentatively.

Arthur looked up quickly, and then scrubbed at his eyes. They were red and puffy. "Good morning, Merlin."

Merlin frowned and put the plate on the table. "Arthur . . . have you been crying?"

"No!" Arthur said quickly.

Merlin tilted his head and frowned deeper. "Arthur, what's wrong?"

Arthur sighed. "I've been thinking about Morgana. How could she do that to us? How could she so easily want to kill me? She's like a sister!" Merlin could understand the hopelessness in his voice.

"Arthur," Merlin began softly. "Morgana has magic. She's been working with Morgause since she went missing."

Arthur's eyes widened. Then his face turned red from anger. "How did you know this, Merlin? Why didn't you tell someone?"

Merlin stepped back. "Arthur, without proof I probably would've been beheaded!"

"How long have you known?" Arthur's voice was steel. He moved forward threateningly.

Merlin looked at him straight in the eyes. "Since it happened." He dropped his eyes in defeat. "There have been so many occasions when I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't. Like you said; she's like a sister to you. How would you have taken hearing that she was a witch in alliance with Camelot's worst enemy?"

"But," Arthur began, and then stopped. He knew Merlin was right. "Why would she do something like that?"

"She was afraid of her magic. If Uther ever knew . . ." Merlin sighed. If he had only helped her, told her he had magic too, none of this would be happening.

"How do you know that?" Arthur said bewilderedly.

Merlin's eyes widened. "We talked a few times; but that's irrelevant. The point is she was afraid of her magic, so she turned to the only person that could teach her; Morgause."

"Merlin, I really wish you had told me this sooner. It would've made things so much easier . . ." Arthur scrubbed a hand through his hair.

"How? Confront her with her magic and make her even more terrified? If Uther even suspected –"

Arthur interrupted him. "Magic is evil, Merlin. Even if she is like a sister to me, the law says those with magic die."

Merlin gawked at him. "After everything, you still believe that?"

"Of course!" Arthur said, offended. "Magic is nothing but evil, and Morgana proved that a week ago."

Merlin shook his head. Everyone thought everything was evil. After a while of his mouth hanging open, Merlin said curtly, "Eat your breakfast; you have a long day ahead of you."

Arthur looked at him curiously. "Fine," he sighed. He went to the table and plopped down into his chair, digging in.

Merlin hanged around only long enough to know that Arthur didn't need anything else, and then fled.

"Sister, you have been acting strange lately. What ails you?" Morgause asked. Morgana stopped pacing for a moment.

"Merlin," she spat out. "He-he was the one who made the ceiling fall!"

Morgause seemed mildly surprised. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. Who else could've done it?" Morgana replied. His hit her leg with a balled fist. "And he never told me! When I needed him, he lied!" She felt tears prick her eyes and scrubbed them away angrily.

Morgause was by her side instantly. "Morgana, he is a traitor. You should not be mad."

"How can't I?" Morgana shrieked. "He lied to me when I needed him the most!" She covered her mouth in shock. She was supposed to say, '. . . when I needed it the most.'

Morgause studied her silently. "Your only drive wasn't seducing him to get back to me, was it? You did it because you have feelings for the boy."

Morgana gaped. Was it that obvious? "I don't know what you mean, sister."

Morgause laughed. Actually laughed! "I saw the way you looked at him. How you reacted to his touch. Do not lie to me, sister."

Morgana shook her head. "He's a servant. How could I have feelings for him?"

"Love does not hold position," Morgause said firmly. "But nothing can come of this! The attraction you feel towards him is nothing but a weakness!"

And suddenly Morgana was angry. Very angry. "Do you not know love, Morgause?"

Her eyes widened. "I know the difference between love and lust, unlike you. You only feel this way because you have never been touched by a man before!"

Morgana sighed and tried to calm herself. "It doesn't matter."

"It does not." Morgause agreed with her. "Now go to bed, it's late."

But Morgana wasn't going to bed; she was going back to Camelot.

A/N: Finally I know where I'm going with this! And sorry for the cliffie . . . maybe you should rant to me about it in a review? ;) Oh! And almost forgot! I made this up the other day:

Hey, I just met you,

And this is crazy,

But I'm a warlock,

So call me Emrys!