Jedimasterawesome- Thanks. I try to make the story unpredictable although I don't think it works that often. Yeah I only killed off Elyan so I can have more time to focus on Percival and Sir Leon. He died a hero though and nothing more can be said about it.

serenity skywalker- Here we are then... Enjoy (hopefully)

fullhans1- Thank you very much. I hope you enjoy this chapter too.

Morgana clutched something which a black inky substance was seething out of. She was standing on a battlefield alone although corpses were scattered around her. Pools of blood drenched what must of been a plain filled with lush grass. It was hardly recognisable. The sky rivalled the redness of the plain as it was a mix of a fiery red and amber colouring. Blazing in the sky, the sun also gave off a glint of red.

In front of Morgana lay Arthur. The king had clearly been stabbed in his chest as blood was bursting with bloodShe had Excalibur sheathed round her waist and a dagger in her hand. Swiftly, Morgana coated her dagger in the horrible black substance. Then she wrenched her dagger through Arthur's chain mail piercing his wound.

"Hleap on bæc." Morgana was blasted back away from her half brother. She clenched her hand on Excalibur and looked up at who had attacked her- it was Merlin. She began to tremble in fear of him. He was going to kill her as he pointed a sword right at her heart.

The bed was comfortable; extremely comfortable. She was exhausted but this had shocked her. Morgana woke up trembling and sweating like she had been in the dream. Her heart pounded against her ribcage at an alarming fast rate. Morgana felt nauseous and faint. She was panting for air. It took Morgana several minutes to realise that she had no idea where the hell she was. The room was spacious, airy and very light. It contained a large wardrobe, a dressing table (complete with mirror and stool), a dining table and the comfortable four poster bed which Morgana had woken up in. All of the wooden furniture were a light beige colour and the walls were pleasant coral colour. Shells and coral decorated the whole room. Even the furniture were decorated in them and it wasn't over used. It was just beautiful.

As she drew back the cream duvet, Morgana noticed that her wrists were finely bandaged up but she could still see the crimson marks of blood on the bandages. Her wrists stung but she hardly noticed the pain. Pain was very usual to Morgana nowadays, the Saxons and Arthur had been sure of that. Morgana rejoiced as she remembered that the brutal barbarian, King Gremian was dead. She had killed him. Morgana could vaguely remember it but she was sure that it had happened. On the negative note Morgana rose her hands up to her hair to feel the short lank locks of her dark hair.

"Ic i forþgelæde," murmured Morgana. Her eyes flashed gold yet her hair still stayed the same length. "Ic i forþgelæde. Ic i forþGELÆDE!" Her emerald eyes flickered gold again and again but still nothing happened. The priestess punched the duvet in anger. If she was able to get her hands on any Saxon just now, it would be far from pleasant.

With this Morgana, clambered out of the bed in fury. She let her bare feet thudd against the cold stone floor as she approached the cream coloured curtains with intricate patterns of lavish shells on them. Gently, Morgana opened the curtains and was dazzled by the bright sun. She collapsed on the cushioned window seat to be instantly warmed by the sun. Morgana gazed out the window to see the lush grounds of the house below her. She estimated that she was on the third floor of this house. In the distance beyond the emerald meadow, Morgana could see the sapphire sea. This explained why shells and coral decorated the room. It was all too captivating. Morgana wasn't too sure if she was acting like normal. She seemed to be acting very peculiar.

Morgana took in the aroma of fragrant lavender perfume. She should have noticed before that she wasn't covered in blood or grime. The witch hadn't even noticed that she was wearing a silk nightdress which was exactly the same coral colour as the walls. Morgana didn't know where she was at all. Before she had been knocked unconscious there had been a man which she had vaguely recognised. Morgana tried her hardest but she couldn't remember who this mysterious man had been. Perhaps he had just been a figment of her imagination, but how else would she explain being brought here? Maybe, this was all a figment of her imagination. Morgana pinched her skin. She was sure it was real. It was all really vivid including her nightmare. Perhaps she was in some sort of afterlife. Maybe Emrys had killed her after all.

A knock at the door brought Morgana back to reality. In entered a young girl with two mousy chestnut cheeks. She did not look up at Morgana but stared at the ground forlornly instead. If Morgana wasn't mistaken, she was sure that the girl was scared out of her wits. It seemed the priestess's immense power and terrifying presence was known everywhere she went. Morgana couldn't quite decide whether to get cocky or have more of a melancholy attitude towards this.

"M-My lady," the girl trembled. "The king would l-like to s-see you?" Morgana didn't find herself feeling sympathetic towards this girl at all. The sorceress was more worried about where she was, who this king was (hopefully not King Gremian's duplicate) and why she was here. Morgana was also stressed out about her dreams (which occurred everynight), Emrys, her hair, Emrys, Mordred, Emrys, Alvarr, Emrys and the list went on and on.

"Who are you?" Morgana snapped. The poor girl flinched but didn't dare to look up at Morgana.

"I am just a m-mere servant," the girl mumbled in her terrified voice.

"Who is this king you speak off?" Morgana dangerously whispered. The girl glanced up at the witch who was trying her best not to make this servant run off. For a moment, their eyes locked. The frosty emerald eyes glared at the soft chestnut eye.

"King Urien," the servant muttered. That was it! Morgana had literally ran right into Urien in the forest. This couldn't be good. Urien had visited Camelot a couple times with his father, King Lot, and Urien just couldn't keep his eyes off of her. It had been obvious to everyone that the prince had fallen for her. This was bad, really bad.

"King Urien? Is Lot dead?"

"Yes m-milady. I h-have been ordered to h-help get c-c-changed into something more s-suitable so that you can dine with the k-king," the servant trembled.

"You really think I can't manage myself," Morgana hissed. "GET OUT!" The servant curtsied with haste before departing the room and giving a large sigh of relief. Morgana did think about leaving immediately but Urien had an army. An army that could be great enough to conquer Camelot. Morgana only had to hope that King Urien was a lot less barbaric than King Gremian.

Raking through all of the dresses in the wardrobe, Morgana finally selected a navy one. There were no black dresses at all which annoyed Morgana. She changed into and put on a pair of plain black shoes. Morgana didn't even want to look at herself in the mirror so she marched out the room to where the servant was standing with her head bowed.

"Take me to the king," Morgana ordered. The servant led Morgana along many corridors and down a few staircases before stopping outside a large wooden door. The servant smartly knocked before opening the door and leading Morgana into the dining chambers.

"Morgana Pendragon. I have dreamt of this day for years," King Urien announced standing up and carelessly strolling towards Morgana. He then bent down and kissed her hand. This made Morgana feel murderous but she managed to keep her temper under control. She really needed to keep calm to succeed with her plan.

"King Urien," Morgana sweetly said bowing her head. "I must thank you for this kindness." As soon as Morgana said this she regretted it but f she was going to convince him to attack Camelot then she would have to be as manipulative and charming as possible.

"The pleasures all mine my lady," Urien assured Morgana pulling out a seat for her to sit down in. Morgana gratefully sat down trying remain as innocent as impossible. Inside her a fire a raging. "I do wonder how such a beautiful lady such as yourself could end up in chains? I will help you avenge whomever did it to you."

"Alas these are hard times," Morgana explained. "It seems there is no one you can trust. I was imprisoned by the Saxons and tortured. They hacked off my hair and abused me." Now she sounded like a complete damsel in distress. It was just typical that Gwaine wasn't here to see her act like this as it would have made his day. "Do not fear. I killed their leader."

"I am only too glad to hear it, my lady. What do you enjoy doing?" King Urien said clicking his fingers. Immediately servants began to fill up the table with mouth watering delicacies. Morgana was extremely ravenous and dehydrated as she hadn't ate or drank anything in over a day. She was beginning to feel weak from the lack of food as the past thirty-six hours had been the most tiring, stressful and terrifying hours of her life.

"Mmm... Enjoy doing," Morgana wondered allowed as a servant poured her a goblet of wine. "I cannot say that I have had time for leisure recently. Trying to avoid being killed or captured is quite a challenge. I suppose I enjoy taking over Camelot. I have done it twice now- it's actually quite enjoyable. I also enjoy playing with my nathair and talking or riding my dragon." Urien gaped at Morgana, gobsmacked. The witch bit back a laugh and hoped that this might put King Urien off her somehow. Though he knew that Morgana was a sorceress, he still thought that the answer to this question would be quite usual. Urien had expected her answer to be like reading, horse riding, playing chess or sewing. Instead he got kingdom domination, dragon riding and playing with a nathair (whatever that was).

"You have a d-dragon?" King Urien stuttered.

"Yes," Morgana cooly replied. "She feasts on human flesh. Anyway what is your relationship with Arthur and Camelot?" King Urien looked up at Morgana, in surprise at the sudden topic change. Closing her eyes, the priestess hoped that she hadn't changed the topic too suddenly.

"We are mutual my lady. We are not at war but nor are we allies. Why do you ask? I thought you and Arthur were not on terms?"

"That is true but how would you like to rule two kingdoms?" Morgana hissed at him. The witch knew that she had failed at this point. She had mucked up her supposedly manipulative and charming conversation with this king.

"Rule another kingdom? Of course I would my lady. Camelot is too strong and powerful for my liking for. My army would not be able to protect my own Kingdom and invade Camelot." Morgana knew that he was adamant about this and would not change his mind at this moment. She really needed to work on her manipulative skills which had once been admirably good. Perhaps after having three years with no company had ruined these skills.

"I must go," Morgana insisted looking at the ground. "I have arranged an important meeting with my ally at twilight." Obviously the prietess had just invented this as an excuse to leave King Urien's castle.

"But of course, my lady," King Urien agreed rising from his chair. "It has been more than a pleasure having your company here, Lady Morgana. I do hope that you will come back any time in the future even if it's just for an hour." Do not worry, Morgana thought inside her head. I will not ever be coming back he coming back here; not even in a thousand years. I have better things to do than watch you failing to win my heart. No one is able to win my heart.

Morgana bowed her head to King Urien before exiting the room and letting her anger get the better of her. She strode out of the castle, everyone she passed glaring at her, and marched right into the forest where Morgana summoned Aithusa. The young dragon came swooping down before landing gracefully beside the witch.

"Aithusa," Morgana exclaimed. "Why is it that I cannot trust anybody in this world? You are the only one I can trust." Aithusa impatiently scraped at the ground wondering what had happened to Morgana yet again.

"What's happened now?" Aithusa acquired. She fondly rubbed her head against Morgana's arm. Morgana stepped back as she could feel her anger erupting inside her.

"JUST THE SAME THING AS WHAT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME!" Morgana yelled making Aithusa flinch in shock. "EVERYONE WANTS ME DEAD! IF THEY DO NOT WANT ME DEAD THEN THEY ARE TRYING TO WIN MY HEART! NO ONE DOES ANYTHING KIND OR-"

"Everything is alright," Aithusa assured Morgana.

"-COMPASSIONATE FOR ME! EVERYONE JUST WANTS ME DEAD OR TORTURED OR HUMILIATED! EVERYTHING WILL NOT BE ALRIGHT AITHUSA! HOW COULD YOU HOPE TO UNDERSTAND? WHILE ARTHUR LIVES I WILL NOT REST!" Morgana now trembled with the anger she had just unleashed. It had been building up inside her and unfortunately Aithusa had been on the receiving end of it all. The agitated dragon tried rubbing her head against Morgana's arm again but the witch just pushed her away in disgust. This upset Aithusa even more. She had tried to be as loyal and faithful to Morgana as she could but Morgana didn't even seem to like her. At this thought Aithusa neglectfully hung her head low and stepped backwards. Her scaly tail hung in between her hind legs and the devastated dragon's body drooped low.

"We will get Arthur," Aithusa quietly growled. Her tone was fierce but had a melancholy trace in it. Morgana noticed this and immediately realised that she had just upset Aithusa. "We will get him and Emrys and Gwen and all the knights of Camelot. They will pay for what they have done to you and me, Morgana. I will burn them alive and annihilate everyone of them."

"You are right," Morgana whispered in delight. "I didn't mean to shout at you but I needed to shout at someone. We will hav-"

"If you need to shout at someone, shout at me," Alvarr said. He strolled towards Morgana with his hands held high in the air. Mordred close at Alvarr's side still not sure if this was a good idea. "I surrender although I am sure your wrath will be unpleasant. Afterwards, if I am still alive, I would like to help you annihilate Arthur and take over Camelot."

...

"Merlin?" Arthur moaned.

"Arthur," Merlin sighed in relief. "Thank the heavens your conscious." Arthur stared at Merlin trying to figure out what was going on. All he knew that he and Merlin were alone in the middle of a forest, again.

"I had a really weird dream," Arthur said, bewildered. "You were a sorcerer and had a fight with Morgana. The Saxons thought Gwen was Morgana and took her hostage. Morgana killed King Gremian and stole my sword. My Excalibur was magical and enchanted by some dragon which was meant to be dead."

"I am truly sorry to break the news to you Arthur but it wasn't a dream, it was reality," Merlin muttered examining a pine come in his hands. He wasn't too sure how Arthur was going to take this. It was going to be bad or really, really, really bad.

"WHAT?" Arthur roared hitting his head to make sure he was awake. He looked at Merlin in shock again and gave his servant a bemused look. "Very funny Merlin. You are just jealous of Mordred."

"Watch this then," Merlin laughed. "Leoht." A ball of light ignited in the palm of his hand making Arthur pinch his skin. His eyes were deceiving him. This was not Merlin. Merlin was a stupid and clumsily fool. He couldn't work out how to make soup which tasted in the slightest bit nice. He would also burn Arthur's dinner everyday. Arthur only put up with him because of his annoying but loyal personality.

"Merlin the sorcerer," Arthur sighed. "Next you'll be telling me that pigs can fly."

"Pigs can fly though," Merlin protested. "I could enchant them and make them fly." Arthur threw his head back and closed his eyes very tightly. When he opened them he hoped to be back in Camelot with Gwen. He was disappointed to still find himself in this horrible nightmare.

"Why did you not tell me?" Arthur mumbled. "Why have you lied to me all these years?" Merlin's stomach uncomfortably churned as Arthur said this. He felt extremely guilty and sick as he wasn't too sure if this was going to end well.

"I knew that one day you would be a good king," Merlin murmured. "You would have thrown me out of Camelot if you had known the truth. I couldn't bear to lose a friend like you Arthur. You are the biggest clotpole I have ever met but you are a true friend. I wouldn't lose you for anything in the world. Many a time, I have put my life on the line to save you. Once I even offered to give up my life for you to live. You are my best friend."

"I... I am speechless," Arthur stammered. "You have betrayed me."

"No I haven't," Merlin said, a few tears leaking out of his eyes. "I am me and will always be me. Just because I am a sorcerer it doesn't make me any different from who I was. Don't worry I'll still be a stupid and clumsy fool." Arthur frowned. Now he realised why Merlin managed to go into to battle unarmed and escape unscathed. His magic had been protecting the whole time and Arthur hadn't even noticed. To be honest Arthur wasn't surprised at this. He had been deceived by both Agravaine and Morgana. It happened that he was unobservant on a very regular basis.

"Why can't you just be Merlin the fool?" Arthur asked. "I liked who you were before

"I promise that I still will be the same person as before Arthur butI think you should know that the Saxons have taken Camelot."

...

Morgana glared at Alvarr with hate. She had saved this man's life and all she had got in return was imprisonent and humiliation.

"WHY DID YOU DO IT?" Morgana spat at Alvarr who was kneeling before her. Alvarr didn't look the slightest bit afraid of the murderous witch instead of him but just looked at her sympathetically. He knew how she felt. More than often he had felt the same way; frustrated and hunted. It had felt that no one in the world liked him. That everyone wanted to annihilate and slaughter him like an animal.

"I never knew that it was for you," Alvarr murmured. "I thought if I helped him I would be able to twist his mind and control him. I thought that if I controlled him then I would be able to kill Arthur Pendragon."

"It seems we have something in common Alvarr," Morgana silkily laughed. "You must help me painfully kill Arthur Pendragon but do not think I have forgiven you yet."

Hey readers can you please read this because it is important. I am thinking of writing a sequel but I don't know whether any of you would want to read it. This story may be getting a bit boring- I don't think I have enough twists and surprises. If you would like a sequel then I will finish this fanfic linking onto me sequel in some sort of way. If you wouldn't like a sequel than I will bring it too some sort of conclusion. I need to know ASAP as the next few chapters will depend on whether their is a sequel or not. What do you think? Thank you to everyone for your support for this story. I really appreciate it.