Arthur thought deeply about what he was going to do next for a couple of minutes. He truly knew what his heart told him to do but he needed to do what was best for Camelot which wasn't what his heart told him. His heart told him to rescue his beloved Gwen whereas his brain told him that he had to fight the Saxons and protect his people. It took several minutes but at last Arthur came to a conclusion of what to do.

"I have to lead my men into battle," Arthur concluded. "If I don't then we surely will lose the battle and tens of thousands of people will be killed. For those who are lucky enough to survive this slaughter will surely be enslaved. You two must go and find Gwen."

"We will," Mordred agreed. "You have made a wise decision. Gwen will be rescued, Arthur. Two knights of Camelot can easily win against those idiotic Saxons." Arthur managed to give a little smile at this, looking very grateful at both Mordred and Gwaine. His ultimate question had still not been answered so he decided to ask it.

"What were you all doing outside Camelot?" Arthur firmly asked. Gwaine left Mordred to answer Arthur's question. They obviously couldn't tell Arthur the truth about what happened, so they would either need to bend the truth about what happened or invent a believable story. Gwaine knew that if he answered Arthur's question, he would end up telling Arthur a weird unbelievable story about being abducted by aliens.

"I heard Morgana speaking telepathically to her sister in my head," explained Mordred. Gwaine frowned hoping that Mordred's story would be convincing. "They were talking about attacking the druids so Gwaine, Merlin and I set off to protect the druids. Gwen followed us so Gwaine set off back to Camelot with her. They ran into Saxons and the Saxons guessed that Gwaine was the mad knight that was in love with Morgana so they thought that Gwen was Morgana. They took Gwen away in hope that you would come and rescue her so that they could kill you. I defeated Morgana and the Druids are safe." Gwaine was amazed at how well Mordred had twisted what had happened but he couldn't understand why Morgana would attack the Druids. Luckily Arthur was too worried about Gwen to pick up on that mistake.

"Where is Merlin?" It took a while for Gwaine to think of a weird but believable explanation for Merlin's absence as Mordred couldn't think of anything.

"Merlin and Mordred found me unconscious in the wood so we were riding back... When Merlin- well he found some rare herbs that Gaius needed... So went to pick and told us to ride back to Camelot," Gwaine invented. Arthur looked in disbelief at Gwaine, making Gwaine sigh. Gwaine could not understand why no one believed his stories even when they were believable.

"I enchanted a tree to protect him," Mordred helpfully added, making the story more believable. The two knights would not leave a 'defenceless' Merlin in the dark alone without any protection. Though he didn't show it Gwaine was really angry at himself. He couldn't work out why everything he did or said went wrong.

...

As hard as Gwen tried to make up an escape plan, she failed to come up with any which would work. She needed a miracle to get through the mess that she was in, perhaps it was impossible. The bony child, which was warily watching her, looked frozen and terrified. The Saxons had mercilessly ordered him around earlier and had physically abused him if he did anything wrong. The poor boy was even afraid of Gwen, although it might have just been because he thought she was a bloodthirsty witch. Since it was pitch black and the Saxons huge snores filled the camp, Gwen decided to talk to the little boy.

"I'm Gwen," Gwen soothingly whispered. "What's your name." The boy backed away and shook his head. He looked frightened of her, making Gwen feel awful. Gwen wondered if Morgana found it hard seeing everyone being scared of her and instantly pitied her old friend. "Don't fear me. I am no witch. If I was then I would have already escaped." The boy steadily came closer to Gwen but not near enough for her to touch him. A tear trickled down his cheek which made Gwen feel even more sympathetic towards him. "Will you tell me your name now?" Gwen soothed. She immediately regretted saying that as the tears came cascading down the boys face. He opened his mouth making Gwen give a small scream of horror. The boy had no tongue. The Saxons had cut out his tongue. Gwen felt like crying her heart out for this innocent child who had probably not done anything wrong but she stopped herself. Crying never helped anything.

Suddenly the boy grabbed Gwen's wrist and pointed at what he had just wrote in the dirt with his fingers

"S. A. G. E," Gwen said, reading the letters he had engraved in the dirt. "Your name is Sage?" The boy gave a nervous nod as he was still very wary of Gwen. Gwen could understand why the child was wary of her. He had been obviously treated like dirt and tortured by all the Saxons. The Saxons would probably laugh and jeer when the poor boy tried to say something and he wasn't able to say it. Sage had probably been dragged away from his family and forced to work for the awful Saxons. No one would have been nice to him so Sage would have grown suspicious and afraid of the entire human population.

Gwen pulled the bony boy into a hug and immediately felt his muscles beginning to relax. She began to tell him the stories of her childhood. Most of them involved the long war of Morgana v Arthur when she had first met them. It has been in a playful way that Morgana and Arthur had fought the war. They had been like two constantly fighting and arguing siblings which Gwen supposed they were. The young Queen's eyes filled with tears as she remembered that Morgana and Arthur were at war with each other for real. Morgana's life ambition was to kill Arthur and claim the throne for herself. Gwen hoped that Arthur was alright wherever he was just now and would sacrifice the throne for Morgana to be the girl Gwen once knew and liked. More than ever, Gwen wanted a girl to talk to. Elvina was really nice and friendly but she wasn't quite the same as Morgana. You could be sure that if Morgana promised something, she would keep her promise. Morgana would also stand up for any of her friends and was willing to risk her life for her too. Now that Morgana had vanished and Gwen loathed the new one.

...

Morgana watched the crackling flames of the fire that she had built dying as she continued to think of her amazing plan. To be honest Morgana couldn't concentrate on her plan as she was extremely worried about Morrigan. When Morgana had arrived at her hovel, to her surprise she had found it completely deserted. Morgana had then went out to gather firewood and was getting really worried when she came back. She had already lost one half-sister and she really didn't want to lose another. Unlike her sisters Morgana wanted her half-brother dead because of his attitude towards magic. Morgana sighed deeply and felt extremely miserable. Morgana had felt like she had been trapped in a dark tunnel her whole life and now she was beginning to see the light at the end of it. Arthur's bane was clear to her and all she needed to do was convince Mordred to kill him.

Suddenly Morrigan burst through the door and looked startled to see Morgana sitting down in a chair. Morgana stood up quickly and gave the first genuine smile that she had given in years, giving Morrigan a small hug.

"Don't do that again, little sister," scolded Morgana. "I was worried about you." Morrigan returned the smile and felt happier than she had ever been in her whole life. Someone actually seemed to care about her.

"I was out hunting," explained Morrigan, holding up the rabbits and fish. Morrigan had decided to not tell Morgana about her adventure, especially the part of saving Emrys's life, as she didn't think Morgana would be too pleased. It had been a split seconds decision to save her half-brother but her allegiance was still with Morgana. Her mother's dying wish had been to find her sister so Morrigan would pledge her allegiance to Morgana. She had to fulfil her mother's dying wish. They worked well together to get the supper ready even though it was well into the night. Finally the meal was ready and two sisters sat down at the table.

"Morrigan," Morgana said, putting down her cutlery. "I think you should leave this place for a while." Morrigan frowned at this piece of news.

"Why?" Morrigan bluntly said. "I am happy and content here."

"There is going to be a massive war between the Saxons and Arthur's army," Morgana announced. "I must go to it and it isn't safe, even in this very house, for you. " Morrigan stood up to make herself look bigger and stronger (not that she was that much smaller than Morgana).

"I am not going anyway," Morrigan stubbornly argued. Laughing, Morgana stood up so that she was slightly taller than her sister. This laughter enraged Morrigan as there was nothing funny about this situation.

"When I was your age I was as stubborn as you- in fact I still am. I don't want you to get hurt as I have already lost one half-sister and would loathe to lose my other one," Morgana said. Morrigan, to Morgana's surprise, silently nodded her head. Obviously her little sister wasn't as much like her as she thought. However, Morgana should have known better, Morrigan had no plans of leaving this place and was silently thinking of a plan. "Gather up magical people as well as we are going to have peaceful protest about magical people's rights in Camelot after the Saxon battle."

"A peaceful protest," Morrigan incredously repeated. Morgana smirked, causing Morrigan to feel curious about the protest. "There's more to the plan isn't there?"

"You learn quick, little sis."

...

"Gwaine," Mordred said, before they mounted the horses to begin the search for Gwen. "I need to talk to you in private before we leave." Mordred led Gwaine Into a horse stall before enchanting it so that they would not be overheard.

"Is anything wrong my good friend?" Gwaine nervously wondered.

"No," Mordred laughed, shaking his head. "No, no. I want to know what your feelings are towards Morgana? Obviously it wasn't just by chance that the Saxons mistook Gwen for Morgana."

"I d-don't know what you m-mean," Gwaine stammered, terrified at what was going to come next.

"The Saxons are stupid Gwaine but they do not just simply guess that you are the knight whose madly in love and Gwen is Morgana," chuckled Mordred. "You can tell me, Gwaine, I won't tell anyone. I still meet up with Morgana to try and persuade her to not kill Arthur and pick on the Saxons instead." Gwaine was very embarrassed at this as he defiantly wasn't in love with Morgana.

"You've got this wrong, Mordred," argued Gwaine. "Just because I don't hate Morgana, unlike the rest of the world, it doesn't mean that I love her. It was all a joke that I love her because I was dying and wanted some fun."

"You blushing, Gwaine," Mordred teased.

"I am not," Gwaine protested.

"Whatever you say, Gwaine," chortled Mordred. "You can't hide anything from me. You might want to pick another girl, though. I mean: one- a sorceress isn't a good person to fall for in a kingdom that persecutes magical people and two Morgana hates you." Mordred went to mount his horse leaving Gwaine feeling like a hopeless idiot for the second time that day

...

Merlin slowly trudged back to Camelot still thinking about Morgana's little sister. Was it possible that she was also Merlin's half sister.

Emrys. Emrys, said a voice inside of Merlin's head. Merlin automatically changed his direction a walked towards where he thought the magical user was. Slowly a lone cloaked figure hobbled towards Merlin, looking warily around Merlin recognised the old man straight away.

"Taliesin," Merlin hissed. "Why did you take me to the crystal caves? Surely you would have foresaw what would have been caused by that?" Taliesin looked at Merlin rather sadly but then gave him a wise smile.

"I did foresee what would happen from it," Taliesin acknowledged. "It will help Arthur become the once and future king." Merlin looked at Taliesin extremely confused and puzzled. "I have something to show you Emrys."

"I don't want to see it," Merlin firmly snarled, turning around and striding away.

"It is a vision from the past not the future, Emrys. It is about the nameless girl, Morgana's half-sister. Her name shall be written all over the future but just now only one person knows her name."

"Is she my half-sister?" Merlin desperately questioned.

"Do you want to find out?" Taliesin asked. Merlin debated it in his head for a few seconds but concluded that it would do no harm to see the past. Merlin nodded his head, hoping that he would not regret this. "I am going to send this vision into your head, Merlin, and it will look like you are actually somewhere in the past when you are actually still here in the forest. If you want the vision to end think of the forest and the vision will end. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do," Merlin confirmed, closing his eyes firmly shut. He heard Taliesin murmur an enchantment before he felt rather cold and began to shiver. When Merlin opened his eyes, he found himself in a snow covered forest. No wonder he was frozen! Two men were talking rather loudly a couple of metres away from Merlin, so the warlock decided to try an talk to the men. Merlin clumsily fell into the men but instead of hitting them, Merlin fell right through the men like he was a ghost. This scared the warlock beyond all imagination but he was desperate to find out whether Morgana's half-sister was his half-sister.

"Ah ha I've got it now... That's a good plan actually," mumbled one of the men. "If we use a love spell on the Last Dragonlord and the sorceress so that they conceive the child then we can use the child to destroy the land of Camelot. As the child will be able to control the dragons." Merlin shook his head in exasperation; Balinor already had a son who would become a dragonlord. "What happens is a child is a girl?"

"We'll try again a year later," the other man shrugged. Realisation dawned on Merlin. Morrigan was his half-sister. He felt sickened by these two men beyond all imagination. Morrigan was the product of the love enchantment.

The scene suddenly jumped forward. Merlin was now watching his father sit on rock thinking deeply about something. Then out of the mist came a young woman who had hair as black as ebony and lips as red as blood. She was like an older version of Morgana and Morrigan although she had Morgause's beautiful chestnut eyes. It had to be Morgana's, Morgause's and Morrigan's mother, Vivienne. Merlin horrifically watched them approach each other and kiss blissfully. If Morgana had thought Gwen and Arthur were eating each other's face when they kissed, she should come an see her mother and Balinor kissing. It was all too much for Merlin to see his father looking alive and healthy while kissing a woman which he didn't love. Tears began to stream down Merlin's face.

"My love," Balinor whispered. "Come inside with me." Vivienne giggled, took Balinor's hand and followed him into the cave. Merlin had had enough and thought of the peaceful forest where he had met Taliesin. The whole vision of past vanished, leaving Merlin lying down, sobbing, in the forest just outside of Camelot's gates. Taliesin had also disappeared but Merlin didn't feel up to shouting at Taliesin. He was only fit to cry and cry Merlin did. He cried his heart out for his dead father, his poor mother, Vivienne and his long lost half-sister.

Thanks for reading. Bit of a miserable chapter wasn't it but I had to make Morrigan be like that so that we could still get away with Mergana at the end of my story. Please review.