Thanks for those who read the last chapter of the story. It feels good to know that quite a few people are following the story and have added it to their story alerts/favorite story. May I make a special mention to my beta reader Fraser1504 who has been amazing. The reviews were great and please keep them coming in as they make me happy and motivated. In this chapter there are a few teases of what shall happen later on in the story.


A prodigious and desolate ruin lay on a rock barren island. Even though the dilapidated ruin intimidated everyone at this time of night, there was still visible evidence that the ruin had once been a magnificent building, full of grandeur and bustling with people.

The island lay in caliginous mist and the dismal weather wore away, the once durable rocks. The story of this island was still embroidered by many people and when children's chores were scarce it was a favorite place that the children dared each other to go to.

Nowadays, any children or people that dared to go to that island never returned. Blood curdling shrieks had been an ordinary occurrence at night for the past few years and the ominous sight of the looming, derelict building led the villagers to believe that the island was cursed. That the sprits of sorcerers and sorceresses had unleashed a monster to avenge the suffering of their families as many of them had been persecuted for having magic as a gift. However wrong the villagers were about the ideas of spirits and monsters roaming the island, they were right to be wary as a trip to the island would mean certain death or worse, possession.

The raucous screams were not produced by a monster but by an alive human revisiting past memories but also having visions of the terrifying future which that human would face. The villagers renamed it the Cursed Isle but anyone with a trace of magic or who didn't believe in old wives' tales knew it as the Isle of the Blessed.


A few years had past since Morgana's second abominable reign of Camelot. Since then Camelot had been restored to a peaceful kingdom (more peaceful than it had formally been) as the people were content with the laws and worked together in harmony. Even the laws of magic had started to abate. The key to all of this was because of the reigning monarchs' fairness. Arthur was just and benevolent, but as courageous and fierce as a lion when it came to defending the citizens of Camelot. Gwen was a fair, gentle soul and extremely courteous but not afraid to stand up to Arthur and give her opinion. She was the hearts desire of many men.

"Good morning, sire." Merlin said joyfully as he tore open the curtains. Arthur responded by burying his head under his plush pillows. "Come on, there's a busy day ahead for you."

"That's right Merlin. A busy day filled with s-s- sleeping," said a drowsy Arthur, yawning. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, forcing Arthur to bolt up. "Come in," Arthur ordered sonorously. Sir Leon opened the door ajar and stuck his head through.

"My Lord, a man from Gremian's Kingdom has requested an audience with you," Sir Leon said in his usual majestic manner.

"What?" questioned a perplexed Arthur.

"I'm sorry, that was all he was able to confide me in. The piteous man was quite shaken."

"Inform the court that we have matters to discuss and make sure the Queen's maid is informed too. Tell them that we shall be addressing this matter in half an hour," Arthur ordered. With this command, Sir Leon departed the room with great haste.

"What was it you said about lying in bed all day. I tho-," sniggered Merlin.

"Shut up Merlin. After we have discussed these court matters, you can muck out my stables." said Arthur gleefully, who now was the one smirking.


A snug little village lay nestled in pure white snow beside a mountain. The village was usually tranquil but had a fair few people tending to their daily jobs. However, today no one had ventured out of their houses and the silence was unnerving and tense. Families gazed out of windows each person wearing a look of bewilderment on their clammy faces.

Abruptly, the ground began to tremble violently and thunderclaps were heard, although the sky was almost as white as the snow. The thunder was not thunder but the sound of a giant's feet clashing against the ground making craters and causing the ground to shake as violently as an earthquake. The giant's grotesque face had a violent and blood thirsty expression. His fingers were the size of horses and his body twice as big as Camelot castle. The giant ripped of the house roofs as easy as it is for a human to tear paper ready to devour the terrified people hiding. He grabbed a small boy no older than 5 years old with cute chestnut eyes and chocolate colored hair who was screeching for his mother and his sister. The giant showed no mercy and devoured him.

"NO! No one try's to kill my brother without being punished," screeched a girl with curly red hair and chestnut eyes. Rashly she ran towards the monster pulling out a sword out of her sheath and lacerating the giant still devouring people. He roared, kicking the girl into the side of the mountain, where she disappeared from sight and he began looking for the next village that took his fancy.


Camelot's courtroom was bustling with people muttering to each other, but all wondering the same thing: Why had they all been summoned to the courtroom at this time in the morning? Just then Arthur abruptly entered the room and strode to his throne with Gwen gliding gracefully at his heels. Once they were seated a battered looking gangly man entered the room. He had a bloody wound across his piteous face which was dripping and his beige clothes were torn and blood stained. The man stumbled in front of the thrones and even though his leg was lame and an unpleasant azure colour he went down on the knee which wasn't hurt and bowed to the royal couple. Gwen gasped and looked horrified at the sight of him and was barely able to restrain herself from yelling as loud as she could. Instead she tried to reassure him by telling him the court physician would look after him but the Queen was dumbstruck and the words were only audible to herself.

"May you inform us why you asked for an audience with the King and Queen?" Arthur's voice echoed around the room and even Merlin and Gaius, who were standing furthest away, could hear it clearly.

"Your Majesties, my name is Irwyn and my village, Lenivia, was attacked by a giant and I a-a-alone e-e-escaped. M-My village is in the S-Saxon Gremian's kingdom but he is only protecting the city. I hate to think how many other might be killed and I hoped you might help," Irwyn stuttered, just being able to withhold tears that were building up in his eyes.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I shall try and help you but first I shall need to consider how. The court is dismissed but can the knights, Irwyn, Merlin and Gaius please remain behind," Arthur commanded. With Arthur's authority the court immediately departed. "Gaius, do what you can for Irwyn and will you tell me all you know about giants." Gaius took a solution out of his medicine bag to give to Merlin and bandages which he started wrapping Irwyn's leg in.

Gaius knowledgeably answered, "There is a legend about a reckless sorcerer, who lived about a thousand years ago and wanted to take over the world. He enchanted a boy to a vast size probably bigger than this castle bu-."

"You joking," Irwyn interrupted, "It was at least twice the size of Camelot castle." Merlin who had been carefully dabbing the lotion on Irwyn's face looked at Gaius inquisitively, motioning him to continue with his story.

"When the sorcerer made the boy bigger he thought he would be able to possess the boy but unfortunately he couldn't and nor will any sorcerer ever be able to possess the giant." Gaius's beady eye caught Merlin's eye as he spoke the last phrase. "We must also beware as the boys nature changed too and the giant is ruthless and is said to feast on human flesh. The sorcerer managed to trap the giant in a cave in a large mountain. The legend says that the giant could only be released by a person finding the stone that fits into the very top of the mountain and someone must have done that."

"Well we have got no chance of saving the world so why don't we all go to the tavern and have a drink of mead," chucked Gwaine.

"There must be away to destroy the giant, though?" inquired Merlin.

"I believe the only way to kill it is by stabbing it with the sword from the stone. The sword that you pulled out the stone has special properties," Gaius informed. The knights who had been listening intently now perked their faces smiling.

"Are we going to slay the giant then Arthur?" Elyan asked.

"You must beware as the giant must be stabbed directing in the heart to be slain," Gaius added as an important afterthought.

"Your thinking about trying to slay the giant, aren't you Arthur?" Gwen questioned. Arthur merely nodded his head in response.

"This is preposterous Arthur. How are you planning to make the giant fall over onto its back so you can stab its heart?" said Sir Leon disdainfully.

"If we don't do anything then surely the giant will eventually come to Camelot and try to kill us," declared Percival who was convinced that they should try and slay the giant.

"We shall ride to slay this beast in an hour. Make sure you do not take anything bearing the Camelot crest as King Gremian will not take our presence, in his kingdom, too kindly. Also inform no one of your mission as King Gremian will try to kill me whatever the cost. He desires the Kingdom of Camelot," Arthur courageously said.


The restless witch lay in her bed which had a magnificent, navy duvet. Her fingers twitched as she tossed and turned. Morgana's eyes eerily fluttered open revealing only the haunted whites of her eyes. Flashing images surged through the witch's brain: a somber but roomy prison cell with chains; an agitated King filled with rage and a dying black-haired girl.

Morgana lurched up, gasping and panting while her heart pounded against her rib cage. She felt nauseous and as if she was on fire. The witch's head was throbbing so agonisingly that it took a while for her to be able to dwell on the images that she had just witnessed. Morgana shakily stood up and trembled over to her mirror. Her reflection stared back at the witch, revealing her face to be sallow and ghostly. Breathing deeply and desperately searching for a way to calm herself, the witch's eyes paused, glancing at a piece of parchment. Morgana snatched the parchment out and began to read. Her body relaxed and her sweaty hands ceased trembling. The parchment read:

Dear Morgana,

Now I have returned the favour of you saving my life, I must go and do the same to Arthur. I know that someday we shall meet again. I wish I could have stayed with you but if I was seen with you I wouldn't be able to return the favour to Arthur. Sorry for leaving you here on the Isle of the Blessed but it was a safe haven.

Mordred

Morgana remembered a few years ago when she regained her conscience in the very bed she had been resting in. It had been dark and she had raucously screeched until the pain in her throat was unbearable. Morgana had thought she was deceased as the knight had positioned his sword millimetres from her heart and when he had struck her, Morgana had felt no more. Fortunately, she saw the letter which had drifted off her lap and tore it open. Morgana had concluded that Mordred with his precocious telepathy must have felt her pain and fear so had been her salvation. Morgana decided to stay on the Isle of the Blessed as it was a rare occurrence that any person would come ashore onto the island. Those unfortunate people had either been slaughter or used for the greater 'good' by Morgana as if she had let them go, they would have told their families about her and it would have resulted in certain death or failure. Morgana's plan that she had hatched a few years ago was starting to get in place. Changing into a midnight blue velvet dress and fastening a black lacy cloak round her neck, Morgana strode out the room. Putting up her hood, the witch glanced back at the cavern that she had been sleeping in and smirked. She had a kingdom to take over and a master plan in place.


Thanks for reading the chapter. I hope enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am going to make Morgana's dreams occur more and you shall find out why in the next few chapters. Please review and I hope you will continue to read on but please tell me if the story gets boring at somepoint.