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The witch barely felt she had an ounce of strength left and she was quaking violently but fortunately her will to live kept her clinging onto Aithusa. If her will to live hadn't been strong then she would have died long ago. Just when Morgana thought that she could barely cling on, Aithusa gradually started to descend. Night had really come and Morgana couldn't see well so she didn't even notice that they had started to decend. She had been dreading the landing, the whole flight, but luckily Aithusa landed so smoothly that she didn't even notice that they had landed. Aithusa had grown vastly in the three years since Morgana had last seen him and he was about half the size of Kilgharrah. Her scales were lustrous but hardy and Morgana could see why dragons were feared by all. Dragons were creatures of great power and would be near impossible to slay.

Aithusa bent down as low to the ground as she could but even then Morgana toppled off her back. Aithusa stared sympathetically at Morgana. The High Priestess looked very vulnerable as she could barely haul herself onto her feet. The placid dragon breathed her magic over Morgana who collapsed on the soft mossy bed. Aithusa had used a simple but powerful enchantment which had caused Morgana to fall into a deep sleep. The young dragon now curled up in a ball around the witch's tender body to provide her warmth on this freezing night.

When Morgana woke up she found herself snugly tucked under Aithusa's wing. She stood up easily as she has finally recovered from the trauma of last night.

"So you are awake Morgana," announced Aithusa.

"Thank you. I will be forever in debt to you."

"Don't worry about that. It is I who should forever in debt to you. You are destined for greatness and shall bring back the old ways. My name is Aithusa."

"How did you know that I was about to die? Both times?" Morgana inquired inquisitivly.

"You are my kin. I felt your pain and fear. I am also your soul dragon."

"Soul dragon?"

"Well Kilgharrah, the Great Dragon, told me that when a dragon lives it always pledges its services to one human until that human is deceased and the dragon gives its services to another human," explained Aithusa. "Take Kilgharrah for example when he was first born he gave his gave his services to a sorcerer and when that sorcerer died he gave his services to another sorcerer and so on. Now his services lie with Emrys."

"Emrys I knew it," injected Morgana fiercely.

"My services are not with Emrys though because I can be the soul dragon of one human at a time and that human is you."

"What about Dragonlords though I thought they were the ones that dragons pledged their services to?" questioned Morgana curiously.

"Well normally only Dragonlords get soul dragons but because there is only one Dragonlord left and he already has a soul dragon. I suppose the magic has bonded me to one of the Dragonlord's kin."

"So do you get to choose who you pledge your services to?"

"Sadly no our magic tells us who we are the soul dragon of and we cannot disobey the person who we are the soul dragon of even if a Dragonlord tells us not to do it. We still have to do what Dragonlords say unless the person that I am a soul dragon to commands me not to do it." Aithusa paused. "Are you feeling alright to travel?" Morgana merely nodded as she was still slightly confused by what Aithusa had told her. "Where do you want to go?"

"To the woods beside Camelot, please," Morgana almost cackled. "I am going to make Arthur regret that he left me with that oaf, Gremian." Aithusa bowed down and Morgana clambered on her scaly back. Spreading out her wings, Aithusa took off with massive power. The flight took a matter of minutes and before Morgana knew it they had landed.

"Thank you Aithusa," beamed Morgana who was dismounting Aithusa cautiously.

"Wait Morgana. The dochraid was looking for you."

"How do you know?"

"I am a dragon so I can go anywhere I wished and I wished to seek out the dochraid because I am desperate to learn as much as I can about the Old Religion. If you ever require my assistance again search for me inside your mind and speak to me."

"How am I meant to do that" asked Morgana curiously.

"Close your eyes and search your mind for me. There is a magical link that will forever bond us until one of us die. Once you have found this link speak to me in your head. It will come into my head telepathically. So long, priestess."

Stage one of revenge about to begin, thought Morgana.

"We need to be careful," warned Arthur. "Gremian's men are everywhere. We need to sneak out of Gremian's Kingdom unnoticed."

"Well I hope we get caught," snarled Sunnivia. Since they had escaped from King Gremian's castle, all Sunnivia had done was snap and snarl. Merlin had tried to soothe her and stop her thinking irrationally but had failed drastically. Sunnivia had had to been basically hauled everywhere. Arthur had even had sedate her again as she had ran away towards King Gremain's castle which would obviously result in her death. Sunnivia was beginning to lose her will to live and she barely ate anything. Arthur sprinted from this clump of trees which they were taken cover in to the next. Merlin and Percival took one of Sunnivia's arms each and fled after Arthur. Gwaine, Elyan and Leon shot behind them.

"That was close," gasped Arthur. Merlin turned round to see King Gremian's soldiers charging at them.

"Well that was the easy part." The knights, Merlin and Sunnivia all sprinted as fast as they could until they found a rather large village in which Gwaine made a detour to the tavern.

"Where the hell has Gwaine gone?"

"Come on Arthur I thought you knew Gwaine better than this," chuckled Percival. He pointed to the tavern.

"Everyone stay outside and will rescue that idiot." Arthur stormed into the tavern. When he entered the tavern silence fell upon everyone. "Gwaine you idiot. What are you doing in here?"

"Are we not in your Kingdom," asked Gwaine in an undertone. Arthur shook his head vigorisly.

"Prince Alexander to what do I owe this pleasure," asked the barmaid mistaking Arthur for Prince Alexander.

"Six tankards of mead," ordered Arthur in a mock disdainful impression of Prince Alexander. Now he could see why a deathly silence had fallen among everyone since he had walked in.

"Go and tell everyone to come in," hissed Arthur to Gwaine. "I have an idea." Hastily Gwaine led the rest of the knights, Sunnivia and Merlin into the tavern. Soon everybody was staring at the strange crowd of people that 'Prince Alexander' had chosen to make aquintences with.

"Here you are Prince Alexander," the barmaid said. Merlin gave Arthur a quizzical look.

"Go along with me being Prince Alexander," Arthur hissed.

"Er... Arthur, sorry to disappoint you but there is about a hundred soldiers outside this tavern and some are about to get in."

"HIDE UNDER THE TABLES!" Arthur yelled at them. The knights, Sunnivia and Merlin all dived under the tables with the rest of the people following their suit. Abruptly a few soldiers burst into the tavern.

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE!" boomed Arthur imitating Alexander's voice.

"A-A-Arthur w-was s-s-spotted nearby an-" stuttered a nervous looking soldier mistaking Arthur for Prince Alexander.

"YOU MEAN YOU LET HIM ESCAPE!"

"I am sorry Prince Alexander. "

"WELL HE DEFIANTLY ISN'T IN THIS TAVERN SO GO AND LOOK FOR HIM!" yelled Arthur. The soldiers bowed their heads and hastily left.

"Arthur what a-" Merlin questioned.

"Merlin you dollophead. Y"

"That is my word," Merlin injected.

"You have told the whole of the tavern my true identity."

"ARTHUR PENDRAGON IS IN THE TAVERN!" screamed a man.

"That's the trouble with taverns. People only like you if you buy them a drink," stated Gwaine. Numerous soldiers were bursting through the doors.

"OUT THE WINDOW!" yelled Arthur who dashed towards an open window at the back of the tavern and vaulted out the window. Merlin and Percival lifted Sunnivia out the window and then jumped out of the window with the rest of the knights hot at their heels.

"You can't catch us," chortled Gwaine as he leapt out the window. "And tell that ugly swine of a King that you have that my plans will soon be complete to kill him." Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Sunnivia and the knights ran as fast as they could towards the shelter of the woods when numerous soldiers stopped them in their tracks.

"There is too many of them," Sir Leon called stating the obvious.

"There isn't for me," eerily hissed Mordred. His eyes flickered gold and suddenly all the soldiers were blasted backwards.

"Come on," Arthur ordered and he darted into the woods with everyone following.

My revenge is falling into place Emrys Mordred mocked telepathically.

It was pitch black when Arthur, Merlin, Sunnivia, Mordred and the knights ceased running.

"Let's make camp. I'll gather fire wood," Arthur called.

"May I come with you," inquired Mordred. Arthur nodded silently.

I'm warning you Mordred. If you harm him in any sort of way, I will not rest until I have killed him, Merlin telepathically threatened.

Why worry so much Emrys. If he knew who you really were he'd kill you

Arthur would never sentence me to death. Is this your revenge to tell Arthur who I really am.

No my revenge is to shatter your destiny and your destiny alone. I will not damage Arthur's destiny.

So you are going to kill me.

Killing you is barely a big revenge, Emrys. I will not kill you yet. I will torture you- mentally.

The scorching sun was blazing up on Camelot in the blood red sky. Camelot was tranquil as everyone was tucked away in their beds apart from a few guards who were patrolling and ensuring that the citazens were safe. It was only dawn but a young woman's silhouette was visible through a majestic window of the castle. She was tensely staring at the gates of Camelot as though she was waiting for someone to appear. She was. Queen Guinevere Pendragon had stressfully been awaiting the arrival of her husband and knights.

Gwen couldn't help feeling that this ominous red sky was a bad omen. She had heard rumours, her whole life, of deaths happening whenever there was a red sky in the morning. She tried to shake off this feeling but failed drastically. Gwen was restlessly pacing at the thought of this superstitious nonsense so she decided to go and have a quick search of the woods to see if she could find Arthur. Quickly changing into her lavender dress, Gwen glided out the room.

As Gwen gracefully walked out she noticed some snow white flowers so she picked a few and wove them into her hair.

Crack.

Gwen bolted round alarmed at this noise. Relief flooded through Gwen's body as discovered it was only a beige deer. She turned around crashing into someone who stumbled backwards.

"I am terr-" Gwen cut herself off. It had taken her two seconds to notice that the person was dressed in black and that her face was recognisable. It was her former mistress- Morgana Pendragon.

"Good morning, my lady. I thought we might play a little game," taunted Morgana in a play voice.

Thanks for reading. I am missing writing the funny Gwaine and Morgana banter already so it will only be a few chapters until you see it again. I am looking forward to writing the next chapter where Morgana and Gwen will battle each other. You might be getting bored of me saying this but please review. Thanks!