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Chapter 11

The moment Morgana stepped onto the Isle, she knew that it was the place that she had been pulled towards. But there was also a sense that she shouldn't have followed the woman, whose name she hadn't asked yet.

"Who has more right to the Camelot throne than Arthur?" She asked for the third time.

The woman just ignored her again. It just brought back the feeling that she shouldn't have allowed her curiosity get the better of her. She was safer wondering around the forest on her own. Again, she wondered why she had left Camelot or just didn't tell Merlin that she wanted to return to Drugonia. Everything that was going to happen was going to be because of her, not that she wasn't blaming herself for enough already.

But part of her wondered whether this was going to happen anyway. The way the woman was acting made her think that she was waiting for her to come. Like she knew what would happen. Like all the events that had happened up to now had been planned, from the moment she had been poisoned. What if this woman had started it all? What if she had poisoned her, forcing Merlin to reveal his magic?

Morgana realised that asking this questions as this woman lead her into the ruins on the Isle and deep underneath them was the wrong time. She should have been asking these questions when she was in the forest.

"Honestly, this is for your own safety." The woman said.

Morgana stopped herself from huffing. She shouldn't be blindly following this woman anymore but she didn't really feel like she had a choice now. She had followed her for too long now to just turn back.

"So what is this place?" Morgana asked, finding herself having to say something.

"It is called the Isle of the Blessed."

"The knights that came back from patrols always used to say this place was haunted. I always just thought that it was just the High Priestesses being clever, making sure that Uther's destruction was never forgotten. A ghostly reminder of what he did."

The woman stopped and turned around to face Morgana, who jumped out of the way of the torch she was holding.

"There are no ghosts here. Just me. To Uther, that would be worse. A more deadly reminder of what happened. Of everything that he did." She gave her a smile before turning back.

Morgana didn't know whether the door just appeared or whether it had been there all along and she hadn't noticed it, but it made her jump as it opened suddenly, hitting against the wall with a loud bang. The woman pushed her forward, into the room.

"Now I can't say that your magic will help you at all or the fact that your mother was a High Priestess or that your sister is still one, but you might want to watch out. The High Priestesses were clever. They made sure that Uther didn't get to the children. Anyone who wasn't a High Priestess was subjected to a number of spells and monsters. Let's see if Emrys is really all mighty."

Morgana took a step forward but the woman's magic was more powerful, causing the door to slam shut and leaving her in darkness.

Yes, she should have stayed in Camelot.


The Isle of the Blessed took Merlin's breath away. He could feel the magic just radiating off of it. He would have loved to have seen it before the purge. He could just imagine how strong the magic would have felt back then.

"It is impressive, isn't it?" Morgause said.

"Shame I missed it in its prime."

"You have Uther to blame for that."

"I have Uther to blame for a lot of things." He muttered, hoping that Arthur wouldn't hear him.

"I think it would be best if I went to the Isle first and talk to Nimueh. See what has happened before we all go storming on. I am sure she will tell me what she has done once I have finished grovelling. I will return and tell you before we come up with a plan."

Merlin shook his head. "We are all going together. Nimueh probably knows that we are here together. She will probably tell you only to show you that she has the upper hand before not allowing you to leave. Then we will be waiting on the shoreline, waiting for you not to return. We stay together. You can do all the talking though."

"I agree," Arthur said as he joined them.

"What and have the two people she wants most to walk straight into her trap? I think not." Morgause said.

"Wouldn't that be the last thing she would be expecting?" Arthur said. "If she wants us, I am sure she will find a way to get us. Let's just make her job easier."

"He is right," Merlin said, turning towards Morgause. "Realistically, it is the last thing she would expect."

"And you two are the Kings of your respective kingdoms. With no heirs, I would like to point out."

"And without Morgana, I won't have any heirs," Merlin stated. "She is the dragon's choice for me. My soulmate. I don't want anyone else by my side. It is not just a want but a need. I don't need anyone else by my side or as my wife and queen."

Merlin noticed how Arthur's eyes flicked to Gwen but thought that it should be ignored for now. Any other problem could be solved afterwards.

Morgause huffed. "I am the only one that talks. Even if she asks you a question. And no impulsive decisions."

"You have my word," Merlin said.

The rest of them nodded in agreement. Morgause sighed before turning towards the Isle and casting a spell. Merlin could see the boat floating towards them in the distance.

"This may seem like a weird question," Arthur said.

"What?"

"Do you think the dragons would choose my wife for me as well?"

Merlin laughed.

"I am being serious."

"You have a council of men to help you with that."

"They aren't any help."

"Plus it is only tradition for a Drugonian prince."

"I don't care."

Merlin looked over his shoulder at Gwen. "Maybe you should just follow your heart."

"I don't know whether I can do that."

He knew that it would be the last thing that Arthur would want him to feel but he did pity Arthur. Technically he did have it easier. But easier never meant that it was better.