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Chapter six -written by TeaJunkieDrummer

Mordred slunk through the Darkling Forest; jerky, violent, and sporadic as he tripped over roots, the cascading greenery of trees lashing out at his pale face as he staggered into the blackened, and smoldering clearing. Morgana was still as night in the middle of the ruined green, her appearance just as dark and cold as the night surrounding them. The moon hung heavy and bitter over the duo, Mordred's pained breathing the only thing to suggest life was present. Not even the calming chill of the breeze that haunted the air was speaking this night. It was to dark. To cold. To dead.

Morgana raised her head slowly. Her tangled black hair swirling bout her shoulders as it came away from her face. She smiled at Mordred, but it was not a happy gesture, her smirk was vicious and commanding. Mordred was grown now, he had seen eighteen years in his life so far, and his magic was growing in power as well. Though he was still only as good as a common person who tried to dabble in the magic arts; alas, Morgana was confident that he would improve.

"I managed to slip out of the castle unbeknownst to the guard and watch, m'lady. I have set your plan in motion. The fool Pendragon believes that you have attacked my quaint and beloved village, and that I've come groveling to him for help in capturing and killing you." Mordred's tone was sarcastic as he barked out a venomous laugh, "I believe that I'm quite the actor if I do say, are I not?" bunching his dark blue cloak up to readjust on his slim shoulders, Mordred sauntered over to the dark sorceress with confidence, she in turn merely raised an eyebrow at him.

He draped a long arm across her shoulders, "M'lady, have I pleased you? M'lady did I do well?"

"You," she began slowly, "have done, brilliantly." her pink lips twisted up into a snarl. "We will have the fair city of Camelot in our palms soon enough."

"And it will be my pleasure to take the city for you, m'lady." Mordred's eyes were bright with excitement and happiness, he would make his mother figure proud, Morgana would be so happy when he took control of Camelot for her.

(Meanwhile in the lovely city of Camelot)

"Is it this one?"

"No."

"What about this one?"

"No."

"Okay… I swear it's this one!"

"No, it is most definitely not that one!"

"Then is it this one?"

"…"

"M'lord, Arthur?"

"Nope."

Merlin shouted insults at Arthur as he threw all of the prince's clothes back into the ornate cabinet.

"Why don't YOU go find the clothes you want then, you can not expect me to know what you're talking about!" Merlin's face was flushed in annoyance; he had been shoveling through most of Arthur's wardrobe to find some proper attire for the trip they were taking to go to Mordred's village that had been attacked by Morgana. Either Arthur was just messing with him (which was highly probable) or the prince really couldn't find the right clothes that he needed. (Which just backed up Merlin's idea that the prince was a bloody idiot)

"Merlin, I think it's very easy to find the clothing that I desire, what are there, eight cloaks in there?"

Merlin threw all of the said cloaks at Arthur, "More like eight hundred! Does it really matter which one you wear? No. I thought not." the black haired man stuck his tongue out in a childish manner. Arthur just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Now, as you resume your task of packing my things-"

"You should pack your own things, prat."

"-for the trip ahead of us, I will resume mine, as I have to go through who we're taking with us. The knights are coming with us, of course, and you as well. But we will need others, we do not know how long we'll be staying at the village."

"You should take Hazel with you," Merlin voiced his thoughts, his sentence muffled by the boots, armour, and chain mail that he was carrying, "she's a great cook, and we'll be needing more people to make food because I absolutely refuse to cook for ALL of you, again. Also, we should have Alexandra and Alex come with us, Alexandra knows all about herbs and medicine and there are sure to be injuries, if not casualties, if we meet up with Morgana, plus she can use her thieving and pick-pocketing attributes to help us spy on the enemy if need be; and you won't have to worry about her getting hurt," Merlin smirked, "she can take care of herself. And Alex is a hell of a fighter if I do say, she'll be able to help for certain. She's up to par, if not better, than most of your knights."

Arthur looked thoughtful, and was biting his lower lip in concentration as he let Merlin's suggestions fall in place. It was dangerous bringing so many men to the field, and these were all women for god's sake! Finally he nodded in agreement, "Yes, alright, and we should also have Dani come along, he can repair armour and swords if needed. Teagan must come as well, she's a smart girl, always reading those books of hers, she'll be able to tell us about some of the magic Morgana is using so we can counter it. Because we all know, that you wouldn't be the slightest help if magic gets involved."

Merlin clicked his tongue and shook his head, scowling, he would make sure to keep everyone safe if Morgana attacked Arthur or anyone else. But he would do it behind the action, and in the shadows, just like all the other times. But this time would be trickier, Morgana was back again, and he could already tell that her grasp on magic had grown a monstrous amount.

"So, to Mordred's village then." Merlin had gotten done with the packing, and was ready to send word around the castle to all of the people that were to accompany them on the trip.

Arthur picked one of the cloaks up that Merlin had thrown at him earlier, and chucked it right at his servant's head, causing Merlin to fall backwards with everything he was carrying, landing on his bum with an indignant scream, "Right, to Mordred's village." Arthur smirked, oh this was going to be a long, long ride to the village. Plenty of time to tease Merlin about everything he's ever done. So laughing, Arthur left his chambers to go start the knights on a practice drill before they left.

But unbeknownst to him, and everyone in the castle, Mordred was laughing at how perfectly his plan was taking effect.

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