Return of the Dark Cloud

xxMedusaxx

A/N: So here's the next chapter there should only be one or two more after this. So we got to I think nine or eight reviews, so try to get e to 10 maybe 11? And when you review tell me what you'd lie to see happen pplleeaassee. Thnx

Chapter 4

Uther had Merlin dress him and arm him. Merlin of course was trying to not look relieved now that he knew it was Uther who would die and not Arthur. He had made Merlin swear to look after Arthur, the boy may have been dim witted, even for a peasant, but he was Arthur's most loyal servant. Now all he had to do was to fight the wraith, the being that could not be killed unless it was done by a magical sword, the being he would die to today.

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When Arthur awoke his head was groggy and he knew immediately that he had been drugged. He rushed to the door and found it locked. Outside he heard the cheering from the crowd. He rushed to his window and found that there was someone else facing the Black Knight. Arthur growled, it must have been his father. His father who got Gaius to drug him, most likely to save his life, did he think he was so incompetent? Arthur glanced around his room, he needed to get out and he needed to get out know.

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Uther was panting, he was too old for this and he new it, and so did the wraith. He was attempting to evade the ever growing number of lunges but he was just too tired. As expected the wraith hit his lower calf and he went down. He looked up and saw the wraith readying himself to land the death blow, Uther readied himself, excepting his death if it truly saved the life of his son. There was an eruption of light and the wraith was blow away, in the process losing his helmet revealing the horrifying demon that he was to everyone watching. Uther immediately noticed that Mordred was beside him gripping Morwen's staff in his tiny hands. The wraith continued to lunge at Uther but the force field from the staff kept him at least arms length away.

"Quit your foolish attempt to kill the equally as foolish King. Come and fight someone worth killing." Someone called. The wraith turned and Morwen was across from him, wearing black leather armor, probably enhanced with many charms to ward off injuries. The wraith hissed at her, but she didn't back down.

"What's the matter corpsie? Scared of a little witch?" She taunted. Beside him Mordred giggled.

"She's going to turn him into fodder." He cried. His people were cheering for her now. He saw in her hand she had two swords, each engraved with inscriptions he couldn't read or understand.

The wraith charged her and she blocked and threw him back. He swiped at her from the left and she blocked once more. This continued for most of the fight, but Uther could tell she was looking for the one opportune moment where she could strike the wraith dead. She lunged once and the Wraith managed to slice her side. Mordred called out her name, and she held up her hand. He immediately sat back down. Uther was starting to worry, what if she could kill the wraith either. Uther saw an angry look in her side, something told her that things would be getting worse now. Throwing both swords up in the air she brought her hands to her chest and then threw them at the wraith, the magic that accumulated from that small gesture knocked the wraith across the arena. She launched herself up into the sky and when she too a hold of the sword in mid air she changed direction. She came cashing down on the wraith piercing him in the chest with both swords.

"GO BACK TO HELL!" She screamed and the swords lit up, the fire licking at the wraith's body as he screamed. He disintegrated into a million pieces of ash, leaving Morwen leaning on her swords which were now impaled on in the ground. Mordred was up in a flash and by her side.

"Are you ok?" He asked her. Uther watched her put on a brave face for her brother as she forced herself to stand up.

"I'm fine Mordred." She whispered before she collapsed to one knee beside him.

"No you're not. He really hurt you." Mordred cried.

"I'll be fine silly." She chided trying to stand. Mordred looked near tears, and Morwen's strength seemed to be steadily failing. Uther had his knights to help him up, but all Morwen had was her brother.

"Bring her into the castle, Gaius will care for her as well." Uther proclaimed. Morwen glared at him.

"No, we will be leaving. I did as you asked, and now I intend to take leave from your company as soon as I possibly can." Morwen snarled, fully standing now, she was leaning on her staff which Mordred had given her, and he brother clung to her good side in the hopes of keeping her upright.

"Don't be foolish, you need rest and a good healer. Here you can get both." Uther countered.

"Let's stay Morwen, you'd be in an awful lot of pain if you were to ride in this state." Mordred pleaded. She glanced down to her younger brother.

"And I am rather hungry." He whispered. Morwen rolled her eyes, glancing to the skies as if for strength.

"Fine, but as soon as I'm well again I'm leaving."

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"That was a foolish thing to do." Arthur snarled storming into the hall. Uther glanced up at him, his boy, his only child, his treasure.

"Yes. I suppose it was." Uther whispered.

"Did you have no faith in me? That you had to call that witch before subbing yourself in my place?" Arthur cried. Uther smiled knowingly at him, silly prideful boy.

"No, but I do know a thing or two about Wraiths. Camelot needs you, I have almost lived out my time." Uther responded. Arthur was thinking this over when Gaius came in.

"Morwen is well and sleeping, her brother holds the staff up to keep a shield over them. Peasants talk of wolves in the forest." Gaius reported.

"You see, she brought her wolves!" Arthur cried. "Send her away!"

"After she saved, not just my life, but in a way yours? No, she's thinks we're barbarians as it is." Uther replied.

"But what if her wolves attack?" Arthur asked.

"They will only attack if she calls on them too, so don't give her a reason to call on them." Uther demanded. Arthur sulked, storming off, no doubt to Morwens room to torment her.

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When Arthur swung the large oak door he was confronted by the small boy he was sitting on the bed, holding her staff in his small hands. Arthur could make out the barely visible shield he was maintaining. His eyes were drooping from exhaustion and he was having trouble keeping himself up right. However when he saw Arthur he straighten considerably hoping to show him that he would be ever vigil. His eyes bore into Arthur making him uncomfortable. Behind him the girl slept soundlessly, Gaius had wrapped her up, he could make out the bandages beneath her light shift.

"What do you want?" He asked Arthur.

"I wanted to converse with your sister." Arthur whispered.

"She is asleep."

"I can see that."

"Then return in the morning."

Arthur's eyes narrowed at the demand. How dare this child assume that he could boss him around?

"If her wolves attack anyone, a single one of my people, I will deal with her personally." Arthur warned.

"My wolves will be the least of your troubles if you touch him or me." Morwen's voice sung out. It was soft and clear of any pain, her eyes hadn't opened, though she talked as if she were very clearly awake. Arthur was slightly scared of that.

"Good, that's exactly what I wanted." Arthur bluffed, hoping she'd just agree.

"Good Knight, Arthur Pendragon." She replied. Arthur quickly excused himself from her room, shutting the door behind him, he leant up against the grain of the wood. He felt as if the girl had reached down into his chest and gripped his heart. It was so strange how much of a grip she had on him. Arthur smiled, she was beautiful, he shook his head, that scrawny little witch pretty? She must have put that thought into his head. Walking away from her room Arthur felt a strange feeling coming over him, smiling slightly to himself he wondered what he could do to impress her tomorrow.

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