Lamia

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Or so the saying went. Merlin didn't appreciate this particular sentiment at this current moment in his life. He'd pissed off a fair few sorceresses in his time, yet none quite matched up to this one.

How was he supposed to know the woman was a monster? Even collapsing the roof on her didn't work, and that always worked! Turning the corner he almost crashed into Gwen and only briefly had time to wonder what she was doing there before they were off running again.

To be quite honest, Gwen herself didn't know why she was there either. A sudden determination had overcome her, like a sense she'd never heeded before now flaring up inside. It persuaded her to leave her comatose brother, following a path she couldn't see through the hallways. Only once she'd reached Merlin had it wore off and the terror had come surging back. A terror that reached its peak when they hit a dead end.

A cry from Merlin had her spinning round to face their foe. Gone were the dark locks and the slender, fragile woman that had poisoned the minds of the knights around her. In its place, a grey skinned beast with far more tentacles than deemed practical. One such protrusion wrapped itself around Merlin's leg and dragged him away before Gwen had a chance to reach for his hand.

The same determination that had led Gwen to this moment, now burned brightly within her. Watching her friend being dragged towards a creature that couldn't be imagined in her most fearsome nightmares, she felt no fear. An iron will and a rare courage that had shone in her only briefly before now overcame her entire being. Reacting purely on instinct she stalked forward to her adversary.

"Ablinn du!" she commanded. With no knowledge of what the words meant, only sensing within her that they were right. The creature that was Lamia paused, a look of comical surprise and growing dread on its face.

"Feormiascire bebiede, laetest thina throwunga!" Gwen yelled. Merlin stared at her in utter shock, not noticing how the grip on his feet disappeared. His attention was focused solely on the silver glow of Gwen's eyes. At the sound of a soft gasp behind him, Merlin turned round, recognising there was in fact a threat to his life that he'd forgotten about. Only to realise the threat no longer existed.

Lamia knelt in her human form a short distance away from him, trembling and fragile once more. Gone was the aura of menace and deceit. Her face was no longer white as chalk, her eyes no longer dark and hard. Tears fell down her cheeks and Merlin noted dimly that she actually looked quite beautiful.

"Thank you," she whispered in a shaky voice. Her eyes closed before her entire form faded away, leaving no sign of her presence but the broken masonry about her.

"What?" whispered Merlin, scrambling to his feet and looking from Gwen to the spot where Lamia disappeared. "What!" he exclaimed.

"Merlin?" a voice called.

"What!" he yelled back, turning to find Arthur and a contingency of knights in the hall. He stared at them for a while, wondering dimly when they'd got there.

"What happened?" Arthur demanded. Merlin gaped noiselessly for a few moments before catching Gwen's terrified and confused gaze.

"Gwen saved me," he answered, regaining his wits. Arthur looked taken aback, already glancing to his love with pride in his eyes.

"How?" he asked.

"With a sword," Merlin answered slowly, rolling his eyes. "How else?" he asked in return, meeting Gwen's gaze again with a look that said we are definitely talking later.

"You still manage to surprise me Guinevere," Arthur said admiringly. Merlin snorted, interrupting the tender moment.

"Trust me, she surprised me too."

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Spells: Ablinn du! Feormiascire bebiede, laetest thina throwunga!" Stop at once! Bright cleansing commands, leave your suffering!

Lancelot du Lac (didn't think I'd need this episode did you? Hehe)

MORGANA'S HOVEL. THE DEAD OF NIGHT

"Arthur is to make Guinevere his Queen," Agravaine informed Morgana.

"It's just like in my dream," Morgana muttered. "I will not see that woman upon my throne!" Morgana commanded harshly.

"I don't see how we can stop her," Agravaine responded, wary of her wrath.

"There is one that can come between them if he wished. Yet Sir Lancelot still remains sickeningly loyal to my dear brother and any love enchantment would be thwarted by Emrys, I know that much."

"What do you intend to do?" asked Agravaine, perplexed at the glint in her eye.

"I must travel to find the Dochraid," Morgana said, gravely. "We're going to need help if we're going to fight destiny."

SOME DAYS LATER

In a dark cave, tread by only the daring, an ancient being rose from the earth. Tattered cloth wreathed the bent crone as she revealed herself to the unwitting sorceress before her. Sensing the archaic forces at work, Morgana Pendragon turned with a gasp. With the composure built under the experience of years in diplomacy, the sorceress gathered her wits about her.

"I come in peace," she assured in a barely controlled tremor. The Dochraid looked up sightlessly as the woman approached her nervously. Seizing her hand once it came within reach she sniffed at it, sensing the magic that ran in her veins.

"Morgana Pendragon," she hissed gleefully. "You are destined to bring back the Old Ways. I hope to live to see that day." Something that might have been amusement crossed her features as the sorceress took her hand back.

"You are one of the few people who remember the time of the Old Religion. I need your help."

THE FIFTH GATEWAY. THE POOL OF NEMHAIN.

"I, Morgana Gorlois, born Pendragon have summoned you from the land of the dead. You will obey me," she addressed the Shade. The coin of Nemhain had granted her wish. The Priestess of the Old Religion would be a powerful ally, even with but an echo of her former power. Morgana noted dimly that the woman was beautiful, with long dark locks framing a pale face and menacing eyes.

"I don't think so," she replied scornfully. Morgana appeared flustered and that single unguarded moment was enough for the opposing sorceress to look her up and down and pass judgement. By the look on her face, she seemed to find Morgana somewhat lacking.

"I assume you brought me some clothes, or were you going to gawp all night?" she asked mockingly, already making her way to the horses. Morgana frowned and made to follow.

"You have been on a journey few have ever dreamed of. I summoned you on the understanding that we have common goals," Morgana tried again, as the woman looked in disgust at the plain peasant garb Morgana had brought.

"You assume that I lived in a hovel plotting to kill my own father under the misguided notion that the throne of Camelot belonged to me?" she surmised with a cold tone and a sneer.

"Whether you agree or not, you are under my power-" With a flash of her eyes, the priestess forced Morgana back and pinned her to the ground.

"Do not take me for a conjurer of cheap tricks, Morgana Pendragon!" she commanded, her rage appearing to lengthen the shadows of the glade around her. "I will not be under anyone's thrall, whether I be dead or alive. You know embarrassingly little of the Old ways if you thought I'd be summoned as a mere Shade and yet you have the gall to name yourself a High Priestess? It is not you who is tasked with liberating magic, it is Emrys."

"He's not interested!" Morgana scoffed. The priestess looked down on her with a look of utter contempt.

"Destiny can not be diverted, believe me I tried. You don't even know who Emrys is and it would be better for you if you stayed out of his way, witch," she warned. As she turned to gallop away, Morgana was left reeling at the insult.

This plan wasn't going as well as she'd hoped.

CAMELOT

"Gwen you aren't a servant, you don't need to be rushing around all the time, you're going to be married!" Merlin implored with the tone of someone who was fighting a lost cause and knew it.

"This is my wedding, Merlin. I'm not rushing around I just want to make sure people know what they're doing. It's not everyday I get married," Gwen replied as Merlin followed her down the narrow staircase. They'd just reached the bottom when Merlin groaned and gripped his head in pain.

"Merlin, are you alright?" Gwen asked, carefully holding his shoulders. "She frowned in worry. "You're ice cold!" she exclaimed. Merlin squinted up at her and offered up a small smile.

"Headache," he half explained. He didn't feel comfortable explaining to her how it was magic related. Gwen and the knights didn't know about his role as a Keeper yet. The news that he was a warlock was groundbreaking enough, yet alone having to explain how he'd replaced the Cailleach on a permanent basis.

There was something very wrong, Merlin knew. He'd wager it was also Morgana related and he knew he'd have to investigate it sooner rather than later. He was on his way to do just that when he'd run into Gwen and he couldn't find it in himself to leave her. So he straightened up and offered her his most reassuring grin.

"What do we need?" Merlin asked as he walked past the wine cellar and into the store room. He didn't give the woman in the corner a second glance, still focusing on the source of his headache.

"The Escetian brew from the ambassador's envoy," Gwen answered, following Merlin in. She jumped slightly at the sight of the other woman and stepped back, closer to Merlin, then gasped as she recognised her face.

"Oh, hi Nimueh," Merlin said distractedly, reaching for the crate of wine.

"Merlin," she returned in a bored tone.

"Almost got it," he mumbled, stretching his fingers out. The sorceress behind him picked at her nails. Gwen looked between them, at first bewildered, then increasingly annoyed. Just then, a great racket sounded as Merlin dropped everything and spun round.

"Oh," Merlin breathed.

Sitting mere metres away from him, wearing a ragged crimson gown was the first sorceress to ever try to kill him.

"Long time no see," he offered with a dazed look. She quirked her lips into a shadow of her former smirk, a glint in her eye.

"Indeed," she responded.

"Cara? Merlin, she tried to poison Arthur!" she exclaimed, remembered the feast. "She almost killed you!"

"I remember," Merlin replied vaguely. He grimaced and pinched the bridge of his nose. Gwen realised suspiciously that this could be more than a headache and looked between the two.

"You two know each other?"

"Oh, we go way back," Nimueh murmured, glaring at the warlock.

"I don't mean to sound rude or anything," Merlin began, still with his eyes shut, "but…well that is…you died," Merlin said lamely. He slowly started blinking his eyes back open as if she wouldn't be there when he woke up from this strange dream.

"Yes, I was there. An extremely painful moment, thank you for bringing it up," she replied icily.

"I blew you up," Merlin continued distantly, not noticing her glare.

"I know," she reiterated stonily.

"What!" Gwen yelled, looking back to Merlin in shock.

"With lightening!" Merlin exclaimed, gesturing frantically, almost in ignorance of everyone else in the room. Nimueh sighed, exasperated.

"Killed by an idiot," she muttered under her breath. "High Priestess of the Old Religion and this is my vanquisher, the great servant buffoon of Camelot."

"Merlin, is this another of your…things?" Gwen said shakily, scanning her friend's face for an answer. He met her gaze apologetically.

"Kind of," he admitted. His eyes flitted back to the impossible sorceress.

"Merlin, she's almost here, you need to listen to me now," Nimueh said, standing up and walking in his direction. Quick as anything, Merlin pulled Gwen behind him and lifted his arm in warning. Recognising the threat for what it was as well as that look in his eyes, Nimueh halted. Her pride still arranged her features into disdain while her mind replayed the feeling of every particle in her body being torn apart from the inside…

"How are you here?" Merlin demanded coldly.

"Oh don't give me that, it's your fault I'm here in the first place!" Nimueh snapped irritably. Merlin gaped at her, flabbergasted.

"No it isn't! Believe it or not I liked you better after obliteration."

"Thanks Merlin. Really. If it wasn't for you and your extraordinary ability to vex every sorceress you meet, Morgana wouldn't have been looking for the Dochraid-"

"Morgana brought you back," Merlin interrupted flatly. Nimueh sneered at him.

"Of course she didn't. She summoned a Shade with just enough of me to invoke my rites and come through once more."

"Someone's going to die. Brilliant. Just what I needed." Merlin's gaze flitted over her shoulder from which came the sound of the grate at the end being blasted open. Nimueh cast a glance back, her lips thinned in irritation.

"Who else is with you?" Merlin demanded.

"Lady Morgana. I may have borrowed one of her dresses." Merlin's lips quirked.

"Making friends?" Merlin asked suspiciously. Gwen looked at him with disbelief.

"You never take a girl's dresses, Merlin. That's the quickest way to make her your enemy."

"Actually I think it's her sister's…" Nimueh mused. She snapped herself back to the present. "She's after the future queen. Merlin we need to get her out of Camelot, now."

"Me? Why now?" Gwen interrupted. Nimueh looked at her in slight shock.

"A servant? Her former maid is the future queen?" she clarified, looking amused. Nimueh stared intently at Gwen, scrutinising her carefully, a satisfied gleam in her eye. "How small you are for such a great destiny," she mused. Merlin jolted, the words resounding in his mind.

"What is she talking about?" Gwen asked, almost afraid of directly addressing the sorceress. Merlin immediately extended his senses to the recently deceased priestess, realising with shock just how changed her presence was. Nimueh smirked slightly, giving Merlin a look that let him know she knew exactly what he was doing.

"Go Gwen. I'll distract Morgana, you go," Merlin ordered, ignoring the sorceress.

"I can't leave you!" Gwen protested. Merlin's eyes flashed gold.

"Trust me, you don't want to stay." Gwen nodded shakily, her eyes betraying her concern for him. He offered her a slight smile for encouragement before she turned to run deeper into the tunnels. Merlin turned back to Nimueh.

"You know about Gwen," he stated solemnly. Nimueh cordially inclined her head.

"More than you, perhaps," she replied, a slight haughtiness in her tone. Merlin decided to ignore it, filing the information for later.

"You have a plan?" he asked bluntly.

"You won't like it," she warned. Merlin glared at her.

"Will my friends be safe?" he demanded.

"I give you my word," she vowed. Merlin carefully nodded to her. "How much do you treasure your secret Merlin?" Nimueh suddenly asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Merlin tensed and narrowed his eyes, suspicious of the sudden changes in her demeanour. Just then, he heard Morgana's footsteps come closer. Nimueh's smile widened as she saw him note his enemy's presence. Using the distraction, her eyes shone gold and a brutal wave of magic smashed into the sorcerer, sending him across the room. He disappeared as the wooden crates which he fell onto collapsed around him.

Upon entering, Morgana immediately raised her guard, magic tingling in her fingers as she heard a pained cry and the unmistakeable presence of powerful magic. Anger filled her with the sight of the priestess wearing one of Morgause's dresses. Magic heated her eyes as she was about to blast the thieving woman back to dust before her attention was drawn to the other occupant. A pale arm reached up from the debris on the floor and used the crude stone walls to heave a battered, pale manservant into view. A savage smirk passed across Morgana's features.

Merlin groaned, clutching his side in pain and gasping around what felt like a broken rib. Knowing what he would find, he reluctantly looked up. What little blood that had remained in his face now drained out of it as he saw in front of him a woman he'd killed and another he was doomed to kill, both with a thirst for blood darkening their beauty.

He straightened up, regaining his composure and subconsciously glaring at the pair. Morgana noticed that despite his defiance, any image he'd tried to pull off was betrayed by the pain that still tensed his jaw and the defensive crouch of a cornered man.

"Here we are again Merlin. Must you crawl your way into every plot of mine?" she taunted irritably.

"What can I say? You're losing your touch, Morgana," he responded disdainfully. She glared at him icily. Merlin's body was suddenly pushed back and pinned to the wall where he stood struggling, his harsh breaths forced out through gritted teeth. Morgana looked to the sorceress next to her.

"Seems we have something in common after all," Nimueh commented flatly, her fierce eyes and outstretched hand focused on the warlock in front of her.

"I didn't quite catch your name."

"Nimueh."

"Oh good, two evil priestesses properly introduced, I could write a song. You couldn't have this reunion elsewhere could you? Arthur socks need washing." Morgana cast a glare in Merlin's direction.

"Aren't you going to welcome me back to Camelot, Merlin? It's been so long and I have so many other people to see. Tell me, where is Guinevere?" she asked sweetly. Merlin went cold.

"Stay away from her," he warned harshly. Morgana chuckled at the threat.

"But she's my friend Merlin. I'm sure she's dying to see me," she taunted, already turning to the tunnel that would lead her to Gwen. Merlin renewed his efforts to escape, panic colouring his tone.

"No! Leave her alone!" he yelled frantically. "You said she'd be safe, you promised!" he hissed to Nimueh, furious.

"Yes well, things got complicated. I don't know how much she knows but clearly the Dochraid is playing some game," Nimueh responded, almost hissing with disdain at the mention of the crone. Hardly registering what she meant and not bothering to think about it, Merlin struggled against invisible restraints. He didn't know whether Nimueh had good intentions or who this Dochraid was, all he knew was his friend was in danger.

Merlin cried out as his struggles made his injuries known, refusing to give up. Just as he allowed his eyes to flash gold, another attack smashed into him, causing black spots to overwhelm his vision. A vague humming filled his ears, clogging up his mind and making it hard to concentrate on anything until a voice faded through the haze.

"I know you don't see it yet, but I am on your side, Emrys. For now, just see this as payment for killing me," a voice whispered. He heard a second voice cry out his name just before he fell into the dark.

MEANWHILE

Arthur was irritated. There was no way around it. Not only had his manservant seen fit to take some unnecessary time off, he'd also spirited Gwen away with him. Passing the cellar steps on his way to the tavern where his manservant would undoubtedly be situated, it broke his stride somewhat to hear a familiar voice.

"My socks won't wash themselves, you know," he shouted, being sure to sound as irritated as he felt as he made his way down the narrow stairs. A moment later he heard his manservant again.

"Merlin!" he called out again, all irritation disappearing at the sound of a pained yell. Arthur started running. No sooner had Arthur shouted out then a second voice joined him.

"Merlin!" cried Gwen, her voice desperate and afraid. Arthur shot down the stairs, reached the cellar and drawing his sword to an empty room. The cellar itself looked undisturbed unless…Arthur focused on the store chamber and slowly stalked forward. Smashed crates and spilt red liquid that Arthur fervently hoped was only wine covered the stone floor. Scuffed boots and a pale arm came into view amongst the boxes and Arthur rushed towards his fallen manservant, laying his sword down within arms reach.

"Merlin," he called once again, tapping his unconscious friend on the cheek. His eyes blearily opened, looking around dazed. They suddenly opened wide and Merlin struggled up urgently.

"Are you alright?" Arthur asked anxiously. The warlock appeared to be fine until just before he could straighten he choked and curled up again, gripping his side.

"That's a no then," Arthur surmised, trying to get Merlin to talk. The manservant attempted to push past him and stumble away.

"Hey, take it easy," Arthur protested. Merlin staggered, gripping onto Arthur's shirt in his bid to remain upright.

"Gwen," he bit out, a fear like Arthur had never seen growing in his eyes. "They have Gwen!" he exclaimed, rushing out of the room. Arthur caught him as he collapsed.

"Where is she? Who has Gwen?" Arthur demanded urgently as he lowered the injured sorcerer to the ground.

"Morgana," he muttered, struggling to stay conscious. Arthur paled. "Nimueh…I couldn't stop them in time. They're gone, they took…they have Gwen," he mumbled falling unconscious again.

"Guards!" Arthur shouted. Why were they never around? He made a vague note at the back of his mind, trying to think logically. Yet Arthur was not a man for waiting, he was a man of action and not going after his future wife when she was in danger simply wasn't an option.

"I'll be right back," he told his manservant, knowing full well he couldn't hear but feeling the need to say it anyway. Picking up his sword, Arthur made his way to the tunnel opening, rushing after the footsteps as quietly as he could.

LINEBREAK I don't know where I was going with this. It just came to mind and wouldn't sort itself out :S

"I think it's time you tell us who Nimueh is," Gwaine suggested grimly. Merlin sat down and sighed, his head throbbing slightly.

"She used to be Camelot's Court Sorceress, a respected High Priestess of the Old Religion. She tried to kill Uther, Arthur and me many times. When the Questing Beast bit Arthur, I sought her help," Merlin's face darkened at the memories. "She betrayed me. I killed her with lightening and that was the end of it. Or so I'd thought,"

"Lightening!" repeated Gwaine, sounding half hysterical.

"You were going to trade your life?" reiterated Leon, aghast. "She was an enchantress, are you stupid?" Merlin glared sharply and the knight was taken aback, regretting his words.

"The fate of Camelot and its future king has been in my hands from the minute I knew Arthur was the son of the man who killed my people. You better hope I'm not stupid." There was an awkward pause as Merlin visibly deflated and ran his hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Leon," he apologised.

"No, it wasn't my place.

"Lightening?" Gwaine exclaimed. Merlin sighed in exasperation.

"Yes Gwaine, lightening. I was a bit cross at the time."

LINEBREAK Bit of knights bants.

Merlin was pacing.

"I don't understand. Nimueh invoked the Old rites, someone should have died but they haven't."

"Someone could well have died from outside Camelot's inner circle," Kilgharrah suggested, his eyes shifting away from the pacing warlock for a moment. "Yet she should know better than to bring herself back from the land of the dead without reason. Perhaps what you should be asking is why take the future queen?"

"She's working with Morgana," Merlin said frowning. "But she swears she isn't. I have no reason to trust her, none. She knows everything and there's nothing stopping her from revealing me but she hasn't, I'm sure of it. What is she doing here?" Merlin groaned in frustration.

"Perhaps there is a way to discover her true intent," Kilgharrah mused. Merlin paused in his pacing and looked up at the dragon quizzically.

"How?" Merlin cried out, frustrated.

"We could ask her." Merlin gave the dragon a long concerned look before nodding slowly.

"Yes you've definitely lost it. You're seriously suggesting that I walk up to her and ask, hey Nimueh! I notice you've come back from the dead, mind asking me what you're doing? That'll go down well," Merlin raved sarcastically. Kilgharrah continued gazing at him solemnly.

"I don't believe I'd use those exact words," he commented wryly. "And I don't recall insisting you saying anything at all. You can not leave Camelot vulnerable, young warlock. These are dark times," Kilgharrah reasserted ominously.

"You want to go? Seriously?" Merlin asked intently, frowning at the thought of staying behind.

"No. But it is necessary. There are many paths of destiny and yet with a single coin, the waters have distorted all lines from my sight. I don't like being in the dark, Merlin," Kilgharrah said seriously. Merlin didn't understand what the dragon was saying. As with most things, he decided to ignore the riddle until Kilgharrah was less rattled and able to tell him properly what was going on.

"Safe journey, Kilgharrah," Merlin said. The dragon bowed in response before taking off, already summoning the witch he sought. A short time later, Kilgharrah found himself being greeted by another, far less welcome magic user.

"A visit from the great dragon himself," Nimueh's scornful voice rang through the forest air.

"I wouldn't take this matter so lightly, priestess," Kilgharrah responded ominously.

"Priestess?" she exclaimed in a falsely affronted tone. "Times were you referred to me as Keeper," Nimueh taunted. Kilgharrah scowled at her.

"You lost that right when hatred blinded you," he condemned, his voice rippling harshly between them.

"Just as it blinded you I hear?" she retorted scornfully. "If you weren't a lizard I'd tell you to get off the high horse."

"Do not test me, witch! I am not here to spar with void words." She raised her eyebrow disdainfully. "The Dochrad is twisted with years that weren't hers to claim yet her knowledge of destiny is unparalleled. I had hoped it would not come to this." Kilgharrah admitted sorrowfully.

"Your efforts did not go unheeded," Nimueh warned.

"I should have known better. It is true then? Morgana Pendragon is the Durugastas of the Old Religion. The one to bring back the old ways." Nimueh inclined her head cordially.

"She said so herself. There is no avoiding it. I will warn Emrys-" A growl cut off the sorceress' words.

"He will not take a warning lightly from the likes of you."

"I'm touched by your concern. Truly. It warms my dead heart," she replied scathingly.

"I thought as much. Living on borrowed time. Tell me, what did you bargain?" Kilgharrah asked scornfully. Nimueh narrowed her eyes.

"Nothing that concerns you. You'd best still your tongue, lizard before my borrowed time stops me from telling you of the Pentos," Nimueh warned.

"The Pentos is a myth," Kilgharrah countered disdainfully. Nimueh raised her eyebrow challengingly. A long moment passed between them.

"Tell me what you know, witch."

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Yes, Nimueh is still dead…kind of. Not sure where I was going with that tbh I just wanted to bring someone back from the dead and I missed Nimueh. Morgana wouldn't have the heart to bring back her sister and I wanted to have another badass sorceress. No particular reason other than that really.

Duru=door

Gastas=spirit

Pent is a suffix indicating five.

Os = divine or god

Ok this was really complicated and I'm not sure where it came from but the basis is. Pentos is a legend of the group of people meant to bring magic back to the lands. Each person would have a different role to play and each would bring a different method of bringing magic back. Obviously, the canon version would be Gwen's version of bringing magic back under the guidance of Gaius and passing on the legend of Arthur and Merlin into a kind of mythical context.

Anyway. The five that make up Pentos are Gwen, Arthur, Mordred, Morgana and Merlin. Each one has a different title. I couldn't quite bring myself to name Arthur and Mordred, I thought the original Once and Future King and the Pretender were enough…but not at the same time…I don't know.

These are the notes I had on it.

Water Gwen who is also Feormiascire, bright cleansing, the healer of spirits

Fire Morgana who is also Durugastas, spirit door, the door of the Sanctuary

Spirit Merlin who is also Scildanbora, shield bearer, the Keeper of light

Earth Arthur

Air Mordred

Yes, they each had an element, though I'm not quite sure why…

Gwen's power explained: she's a healer. Kind of purges unwanted evil. She can't do anything about people who invite it like Morgana and Mordred. It's why she was friends with Morgana, because she could subconsciously see a suffering soul. This also fuels Morgana's hatred towards her as Gwen can see her "weakness".

Morgana's power is basically the catalyst. She has the ability to unleash all the magicals from the Sanctuary, with or against their will. Hence why Dochraid tells her she can "bring back the Old ways". The unknown pressure of this kind of drives her insane as she has no clue what she's meant to do and that it's her destiny to work with Emrys.

Merlin is the Keeper of light, as in he holds the key. Since Morgana's the door in a sense. It's weird.

The reason I'm going through this now is because it didn't feature in the later episodes that I wrote out. The whole dark creature thing eventually got forgotten as well. I'm not very good at keeping with the ideas that I get. I just get bored of them too quickly.