Well I'm sad to announce that this story has come to a standstill.
I have no idea how to continue on with this chapter, and I have no freaking idea where to go with everything. Even though my plot is. Already. Written. Out.
So... Ideas and suggestions are more than welcome.
And sorry for updating later than usual, this standstill takes time to work around.. But the good thing is I had the ninth chapter started before this one, having changed my mind about this one and redoing it.
Enjoy!

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Chapter eight- Plans

Morgana had been pacing the room for hours. Cenred had gone ahead and took a stand against her until she had a stable plan that would not fail them again. Morgana wanted to strike him dead right there, but his forces were sworn to him, and she didn't want to waste energy by forcing them to follow her after she had just killed their king. With Emrys out for her, she wanted every ounce of her energy to spare.
Mordred was late, too late for her liking, making her irritated. She had called for the Druid boy when she realised that his hatred was as powerful as her own. She remembered Alator's refusal to tell her who Emrys truly was. Apparently, something changed the man's mind, and he downright refused. Never had Morgana been so frustrated in her life. Gaius clearly new, Alator clearly found out, who else knew?
Mordred stormed in, interrupting her morbid thoughts about what all she could do to kill Mordred because of the guy's lateness. He had been in a Druid camp nearby talking to the head man there, when she had called for him. Apparently, even though she had told him to drop the meeting with the guy, he stayed and continued talking. She turned to Mordred with an annoyed scowl.
Mordred knew he was in trouble when he saw that scowl, but he refused to let that phase him. She was just someone wanting revenge like he did. She deserved the throne, to be queen, more than anyone else in the Pendragon line. He saw the familiar look of fear hidden in her eyes and he sighed.
"Been worrying about Emrys again, are you?" He said causally, as if she wasn't biting back several curses and spells that she wanted to say.
She composed herself quickly, looking at Mordred with annoyance. "No, not at all, what would make you think that?" Her smile was too tight, the emotions in her eyes too closed off.
"Morgana, I've told you a million times, and I will tell you again." Mordred said. "Emrys is nowhere near Camelot, if he was I'd have told you and we'd be doing things entirely different."
"How do you know, we don't even know who Emrys is!" Morgana yelled.
Mordred looked at her with a strait face on. He knew very well who this Emrys was. He had known the moment he felt the warlock's power. How Morgana couldn't see Merlin's powers as Emrys, even in general, always astounded the kid. Merlin had used magic plenty of times on Morgana, and plenty more times on Mordred.
"I can't feel his presence around there." Mordred said, "I can usually feel if he's in Camelot or not." It was kind of a lie, and he was also surprised that she didn't know Merlin was a sorcerer after he was banished. She had just thought someone finally got rid of him for her.
"If you can feel his presence then COULDN'T YOU TELL WHO HE IS?!" She screamed at him, her powers lashing out. Priestess or not, her hate and her lust for revenge truly seemed to blind her.
"His power's too strong, he made it impossible for him to be located to the exact person." Mordred said, knowing it was a full blown lie, not that Morgana needed to know, she could barely sense people's powers. Mordred walked up to her.
"When do you leave for the castle?" Morgana asked, sounding tired.
"I leave in a week or two." He said. "Our plan is going to work. Merlin isn't there to suspect me of anything and there is no Emrys protecting the castle."
"Cenred promised me his men to be gathered within a month's time." She said. "You have but a couple weeks to gain my brother's full trust."
"It will be easy enough." Mordred smiled slightly.
"I wonder which sorcerer set up that poor Merlin." Morgana said. "The poor guy, caught in the wrong place. It's been too long since anyone's heard of him. Be sure to find the sorcerer, it seems the person is on our side."
"Yes, my Queen." Mordred said. "I must get back to the camp, the Druids want no part with us nor with Camelot."
"I thought they want the same as us." Morgana said, back to her pissy annoyed state.
"No, they just wish to be let alone." Mordred said, only telling part of the story. He knew they believed in Emrys, and they were willing to stand by and wait patiently. Another thought crossed his mind, and he had to turn to take his leave to keep from cracking a smile.
'She's a girl. A pissy, prone to mood swings girl who clearly can't figure out anything because she's just too dumb to see strait for once.' He had thought. "I shall be back in a week's time. Since Arthur has knighted a few people who aren't nobles, it shouldn't be too hard to get in."
With that, he took his leave.

Gwaine had snuck off to the woods for a while with Percival, having pissed off the King and Leon at the same time. It had taken Percival, Elyan, Drinn, and five other knights to tear them apart. Gwaine scowled, kicking a tree in frustration, a worried Percival leaning on another tree nearby. Gwaine kicked it again, grinding his teeth.
"Dammit. That damned 'Princess' will pay, majorly for this." He snarled. "Who in the hell does that to a person?"
"Calm down, Gwaine." Percival said, neither of the two noticing two doe nearby, a mother and her daughter, grazing on the grass.
"He's turned to a different person, Percival. Don't tell me different, because I know that everyone has noticed, he had Gwen almost to tears because of what he did." Gwaine took a deep breath, suddenly catching sight of the two deer, who had looked back up at him.
"Gwai-" Percival started, only to be shushed by a now captivated Gwaine.
"Look at this," Gwaine said, pointing at the deer, "I've been yelling, throwing a rampage, and they haven't even been phased by us."
"No way." Percival murmured. One of the two, the one that was least wary and more active (Gwaine presumed that was the younger one) started walking up to the two.
"Gwaine." Percival looked at the deer as it walked up to Gwaine, nudging the man's hand softly, wanting attention.
"What?" Their voices were down to whispers, for it felt wrong to speak.
"We should leave, get back to everyone and you need to apologise to the King." Percival said as he stood upright from leaning on the tree. The other deer shied away a couple steps as the one who came up to Gwaine perked its ears up, looking behind Gwaine a ways.
"Percival, I'm not going to apologise to that 'Princess' for what he did," Gwaine snapped.
"I know what he did was unacceptable, but you must understand." Gwaine shot a glare at the guy.
"All I understand is that he has turned into the snob that every other noble is." Gwaine shot back, raising his voice. The deer nudged him again, Gwaine jumping slightly before putting his hand on the deer's head, the doe rubbing up against him. "He punished a man who was being picked on by knights. By knights, not the other way around. He stood up for himself, and got arrested. He is now to spend a year in the dungeons for something his knights did?!"
"What in the hell is up with this deer?" Percival asked.
"Isn't this where Merlin was arrested?" Gwaine asked as he looked around.
"Yeah, I believe so." Percival said.
"He hasn't been seen anywhere." Gwaine sighed. "I wonder if he's alright or if.."
"Gwaine," The deer took off, running the other way towards the other one, both of them disappearing in the woods.
"Percival, I miss that kid." Gwaine sighed.