Reia- Thanks and I did. Hope you didn't cry too much either and had a nice Christmas

Jedimasterawesome- I love cliff hangers to much. You may be in luck by the end of this chapter though. Hope you had a nice Christmas

Junior Woofles- That is my aim to make the story progressively more emotional and gripping as I hopefully improve at writing

Morgana had silently obeyed every command that King Gremian had gave her. The 'small' cut that had occurred an hour constantly reminded her to keep her temper under control although it was not easy. Morgana could feel her anger building up inside her until she was sure that she could not contain it anymore. Nevertheless she did manage to keep inside of herself and was glad

Chained and forced to walk behind Alexander's horse it took Morgana a great effort to take one step after another. Her feeble muscles felt like they were ready to give way as they were exhausted and desperately needing to rest. She basically had had ten hours of sleep in the last four days. Considering that Morgana had been extremely active and busy, she was surprised that she had not fainted. The only reason that Morgana supposed that she was still able to maintain enough energy to walk was because she was used to having literally no sleep for weeks. Gradually, the priestess was beginning to lose all her energy and started to go into a bit of a trance. This made everything around her fade out and made the Saxon's shouts seem quieter. Then, finally, Morgana's legs gave way and she fell into a heap on the ground. As hard as she tried, Morgana didn't have the strength of energy to pull herself onto her feet again. Instead she just remained on the ground too tired to even get up.

"GET UP WITCH!" King Gremian yelled. Trembling, Morgana lifted her head up and stumbled to her feet. Her determination was the only reason she managed to clamber to her feet.

"Father," Alexander called turning his horse around to face King Gremian. "I think she is too weak to go on. She's tired an-" Alexander cut himself off there at the look his father gave him. "I mean it would be quicker as well i-"

"What are you suggesting?" King Gremian injected.

"That we let the witch ride a horse or else we will too late to have any fun. The war will already be won." King Gremian nodded in agreement and a very vile smile appeared on his face. With his father's approval, Alexander dismounted his flaming chestnut horse and slowly approached Morgana as if not to startle her. Swiftly, the prince untied the rope from the shackles Morgana wore.

"It's alright, girl," Alexander soothingly assured Morgana in a voice which was only audible to her. Morgana frowned at him and stared at him in great thought. This unnerved Alexander but the priestess was in deep thought that she barely noticed his uncomfortable look. Morgana wondered why he, someone who had caused her great pain, would talk to her like she was a wounded dog. Then it struck Morgana like lightning. There was two options: Alexander was trying to be 'nice' to her to manipulate her or Alexander was trying to flirt with her. Morgana didn't like any of these explanations least of all the second one.

"HURRY UP!" Gremian impatiently ordered. "WE HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY SON!" Alexander basically lifted Morgana onto his horse like she was as light as a feather. He then hastily mounted onto his horse after her.

Being persistently persecuted and constantly hunted, Morgana had learnt to grab sleep whenever it was safe. She had taught herself to sleep through the most stressful, uncomfortable and noisy situations. Soon she was fast asleep on the cantering horse.

...

Sword met sword. Friend lost friend. Blood was spraying everywhere. Battle was cruel, there was no denying that. Cries and screams were heard for miles around the battlefield. In the background Arthur guiltily watched his soldiers die. He hated waiting for the right time to spring an attack on the enemy. Patience was the key but Arthur could barely be patient when his men were being slaughtered outside. The King could see his troops becoming uneasy and nervous waiting for the attack to take place.

"READY CAVALRY!" Arthur yelled. All his men readied their horses preparing for their attack. The horses snorted as they could feel their riders uneasiness and eagerness. They were all stressful and extremely tense. Most of them knew that their fate awaited. Most of them knew that they were going to die.

A few days before the battle Arthur had thought up a battle strategy for the battle. Obviously at the back of King Gremian's army would be the more cowardly troops who didn't want to be at the battle. The cowardly soldiers would either not want to fight for King Gremian or not want to die during the brutal battle. Therefore Arthur had decided to take his cavalry into the forest a few days before the battle to takeout the weaker and scared soldiers. This would make the braver soldiers uncertain of the battle outcome and less confident in winning the battle.

To take out the weaker soldiers it was important to get round the back of the army and spring a surprise attack for maximin impact. As soon as his cavalry makes the shocking attack on King Gremian's troops at the back, Arthur would expect King Gremian's soldiers to start routing. They would be scared and shocked.

Fighting on two fronts was extremely difficult for any army and Arthur hoped that this would help him win the battle. If Queen Annis's army arrived during the battle, Arthur had decided to put his calvary in a wedge formation. This would open up gaps in the enemy and would be extremely effective if his cavalry were quick enough to flee in and out. His cavalry wedge formation was all about managing to charge in and out quick enough.

Despite his witty tactics, Arthur knew that there was still a very small chance of winning this battle. They were out numbered one to five and were barely prepared for this massive battle. Even if Queen Annis did come up with backups, Arthur would still feel extremely burdened and stressed by everything.

"THREE, TWO, ONE, CHARGE!" Arthur yelled, urging his cavalry on. Behind him his five hundred cavalry silently galloped towards their king. It was dark and they almost felt like they were sneaking up on King Gremian's men. As they approached the Saxons, a few Saxons turned around wondering whether it was fried or foe galloping towards them.

"BEHIND US!" yelled a Saxon. "THEY ARE TRYING TO FIGHT US ON TWO FRONTS!" A dozen or so soldiers beside that Saxon turned around to see around five hundred cavalry galloping towards.

As soon as Arthur and the rest of the front line of cavalry had met the unsuspecting Saxons, they began to cut through them like mince meat. For several minutes the Saxons were basically unaware of the cavalry and ignorant to what was happening. Then the odds were in favour to the Saxons again due to their sheer numbers. The Saxons began to start killing Arthur's cavalry and the king knew that the losses they were sustaining were too great to enable them to win the war.

"RETREAT" Arthur yelled striking down a few Saxons beside him. "BACK TO THE FOREST!" A few Saxons gave chase to the fleeing cavalry but they gave up knowing that they couldn't even hope to outrun a horse.

By the time all the cavalry had fled to the forest, Arthur could tell that he had probably lost around a hundred of his cavalry. It was impossible to sense whether he was on track or not as Arthur couldn't tell how many Saxons they had killed.

"OUR GREATEST ATTACK IS SNEAKING UP ON THE SAXONS," Arthur loudly declared to his cavalry. "IT IS PITCH BLACK SO THE SAXONS CANNOT SEE US COMING. WE MUST CHARGE IN AND OUT ON THESE UNSUSPECTING SAXONS. THEN WE ARE WELL ON OUR WAY TO WINNING THE BATTLE AND THE WAR." His troops shouted at him in agreement. Arthur did not believe his own words but he knew that it was important to keep up his troops moral.

"GET READY!" Arthur shouted at his troops. They mounted their cavalry, adjusted their armour and unsheathed their swords again. "ATTACK TWO! SILENT!" This time Arthur galloped to towards the back right of the enemy instead the back left of the enemy before. Arthur knew that he was making many mistakes but this was his first battle after all and it was to be expected.

Plunging Excalibur into a Saxon, Arthur could see the terrified look on the Saxon's face. When he pulled Excalibur out of the Saxon's chest, Arthur could see the crimson blood spurting everywhere. All the blood was seeping out the Saxon and the Saxon's face was becoming more and more pale. Arthur loathed this feeling but it was necessary if even hoped to win the war.

...

After two hours of cantering, the Saxons had decided to give the horses a ten minute rest and settled down by a river. Morgana was still fast asleep, oblivious to what was going on around her. Perhaps it was for the best as she could not like what was happening. For now the peaceful witch is restrained to an old oak tree and her hand dipped into the river.

Morgana. Morgana MorGANA! MORGANA! WAKE UP! Morgana bolted up in shock and leant her back against the tree. Was it just her imagination or had someone just telepathically woke her up The escort of twenty Saxons and Alexander were looking at her suspiciously but King Gremian was busy devouring chunks of rare meat.

Do you need rescued Morgana? Morgana gave the Saxons her innocent but ignorant look. She turned her shock into confusion to try and not look too surprised. The priestess didn't want them to know that she as communicating with other people.

Mordred, is that you?

No, it's Emrys, Mordred telepathically replied in a sarcastic lay back down and closed her eyes trying not to arise any suspicion inside the Saxons heads.

Do not try and say that again Mordred. You do not know how much trouble you could get into. I do not need rescued, this is all part of my plan.

Where's Gwaine. Is he alright? Obviously Gwaine hadn't succeeded in his plan to kill King Gremian as Mordred could see the king out of the thicket of the trees he was hiding in. Gwen was impatiently wondering what Mordred was doing but she hid behind the young knight.

"What are you doing?" Gwen asked the young knight. Mordred just put a finger to his lips as he was busy listening to Morgana's telepathic words. After Mordred and Morgana had finished their telepathic conversation, Mordred silently beckoned for Gwen away from the Saxons.

"Can you manage to go to Ealdor by yourself," asked Mordred in worry.

"Yes, but why?" Gwen worriedly inquired looking deep into Mordred's eyes.

"Long story. Me and Morgana have a telepathic connection. I asked her about Gwaine because he was on a mission and she basically said that he was locked up in King Gremian's fortress."

"And you believe her." It was almost a question that Gwen asked. Mordred, unsure, shrugged in response.

"All I believe is that Gwaine is my friend and whether or not Morgana speaks the truth, I have to be loyal to Gwaine and try to rescue him," Mordred sighed. "I reckon Morgana is telling the truth. I mean she looks like she has been beaten up and." Mordred bent closer to Gwen and whispered something in her ear. Gwen stared at the ground in shock looking very confused.

"But Morgana would never do that to herself," Gwen exclaimed. Mordred nodded in agreement.

"There is only one solution then- the Saxons did it to her." Mordred put his foot in his horse's stirrup and sprung onto the saddle. "Farewell, your majesty. Good luck." With a click of his tongue and kick of his heels, Mordred was off riding in the moonlight.

"And you Sir Mordred," Gwen called out but Mordred could only hear the whistling of the wind in his ears. He needed to rescue Gwaine.

...

"ARTHUR!" Merlin shouted. "WHERE ARE YOU?" There was no response to his shouts but he heard the rustling of leaves to left side of him. Merlin backed behind a bush peering out at the left side of the bush. Soon he could see the source of the noise- King Gremian, Alexander and Morgana. This didn't look good to Merlin so he decided to follow them.

"FIND ARTHUR, ALEXANDER!" King Gremian roared. "AND YOU BE READY TO SHOOT HIM!" He told a Saxon with a crossbow. King Gremian dismounted his horse and strode towards Morgana with his lethal sword pointing at her.

"I don't need to find him father. He's already here," stated Alexander pointing to the left of him. Arthur was galloping towards them with around the three hundred cavalry he had left.

Suddenly, the Saxon with crossbow fired an arrow which hit Arthur's horse squarely in the chest. With this his horse tumbled over sending Arthur flying off his horse and hitting the ground. Fortunately, Arthur seemed to be not too badly injured considering that he had fallen off his horse at a life threatening speed. At worst he would have broke cleanly through his arm and perhaps fractured a few minor bones too.

"SURRENDER ARTHUR OR SHE WILL DIE!" threatened King Gremian. Arthur stumbled to his feet in great pain. He could just make out Morgana struggling int King Gremian's grasp. There was something different about his sister but Arthur didn't understand why she would get this done to her.

"I do not surrender," Arthur exclaimed shocking himself. "I do not care about her. She is only a traitor and a witch." These words shocked everyone who heard. Even Morgana was slightly upset by these words though she wasn't surprised by them. It hurt to realise that barely anyone cared for her anymore.

"THEN THAT STUPID KNIGHT THAT SUFFERS FROM APPLES WILL BE KILLED!" This infuriated Morgana as Gremian was completely wrong about this. Gwaine suffered from not having enough apples not the actual fruit itself.

This caused Arthur to drop Excalibur to the ground and look ominously at the King of the Saxons. He knew that he was going to be deceased by this time tomorrow. As the Saxons picked up Excalibur, he could vividly see Gwen crying in his mind. Arthur couldn't stand the pain that she would feel mourning for his death so he looked straight at Morgana to ask her a favour. Morgana was smirking at him reminding Arthur that she was not a friend but a foe.

Morgana hissed, "I am very sad to sa-"

"SHUT UP WITCH!" King Gremian roared, "YOU'LL LOSE IT ALL IF YOUR NOT CAREFUL!"

"It's important, your majesty. Your life may depend on it, my good king," Morgana warned in her manipulative tone. King Gremian nodded for her to go on gob smacked by the titles the witch had given him. "One King is going to die here tonight, my lord. Mordred has freed Gwaine and I still have my magic which leaves me with one decision and it is not difficult because I know what is going to happen with the King I don't kill." Morgana closed her eyes and blasted King Gremian back. Merlin could foresee what was about happen but didn't feel himself even trying to prevent it. He was more than happy to let Morgana do what she was about to do.

"You are a piece of vile vermin," Morgana hissed at King Gremian, her voice as soft but dangerous as ever. "I will only be more than glad to be your bane and make your blood seep out of you. It will be an honour to watch the crows feast on your eyes and the wolves feast on your guts." Arthur lay on the ground trying to back away from the Saxons. He wasn't bothering to listen to Morgana's how much I hate you speech as he had already heard more times than he could count. It was quite nice that she wasn't saying it to him today as Arthur lost interest the first time she gave him the how much I hate you speech. Arthur had heard many loathsome speeches from people who hated him for some insane reason but Morgana had the most illuminating speeches. It was the same hateful speech every time as it basically delivered the message 'I will dance on your grave when your dead'. Hearing it over a hundred times was no fun.

"I will get my vengeance King Gremian," Morgana taunted. "My dragon will tear your limbs apar-"

"JUST HURRY UP AND GET ON WITH IT MORGANA OR I WILL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO DO IT FOR YOU!" Merlin screamed, coming out from behind the bushes.

"Hush, Emrys," Morgana hissed making Excalibur fly into her right hand. The priestess could feel the magic in this sword the moment it touched her hand; Excalibur was forged in a dragon's breath. She then purposely plunged it into King Gremian's stomach.

"You are going to die," Morgana silkily laughed out loud. "You are going to die painfully. Words cannot explain how much I hate you." The priestess than pulled Excalibur out of his chest, laughing at his pain. "Goodbye Gremian." With this Morgana flounced away with Excalibur still clutched in her fist.

"WITCH!" Alexander spat at Morgana, striking her with his sword. "Y-YOU K-K-KILLED MY F-FATHER!" Morgana simply pulled the sword out of her gut and threw it back at Alexander. Blood was seeping out her side but Morgana didn't seem too concerned about this.

"I am a high priestess which means no mortal weapon can kill me," Morgana cackled backing away from everyone. Suddenly Morgana blasted everyone back apart from Merlin and Arthur.

"Merlin ha-" Morgana started until she was interrupted by Merlin.

"It's been cursed off hasn't it?" Merlin sadly said approaching Morgana and looking at her short locks of hair.

"MERLIN HAS MAGIC!" Morgana fumed.