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Chapter: Mordred's revenge part 1

Lyra was panicking. Mordred watched her pace back and forth with a smirk on his face.

"Please don't hurt him." She whispered.

Mordred glared at her. "You will lead him to the cave, and he will suffer."

"No, please..." She begged. "I'll do anything."

Mordred nodded, "Like what?"

"Anything." She said.

Mordred smirked. "Bedyrne ús! Astýre ús þanonweard!" And he was gone.

There was a knock on the door not a moment later, "Come in!" Merlin entered the room.

"Lyra... Are you ready?" he asked, but Lyra wasn't listening, she was to busy watching Arthur sharpen his sword from her window.

"He cannot go... Merlin..." Lyra turned her head toward him. "Mordred will kill him!"

Merlin looked worried, did he know something?

She looked at him questionably, "What is it, Merlin?" She asked him.

Merlin sighed. "Lyra... We saved Mordred's life when he was a child..." He said.

Lyra already knew that as Mordred had said it to Arthur. But she didn't see why Merlin was bringing it up now... "What does that have-?"

He cut her off. "...Arthur also sabotaged the druid camp, where Mordred lived... Under Uther's orders!"

"So what you're trying to tell me is that Mordred is taking revenge on Arthur for something Arthur did against his will?" Lyra asked him, wishing Mordred was here so that she could hit him hard on the back of his head.

"Yes!" Merlin sounded relieved as if he was surprised that she had understood.

Lyra raised her eyebrows at him. "What?"

"When I say these kind of things to Arthur I have to explain at least ten times for him to actually understand!" Lyra smiled then bit her lip.

Merlin tilted his head a little before understanding. "He's standing right behind me isn't he?"

"Yes he is." Arthur said, walking passed Merlin. "We have to go."

"Arthur you cannot go." Lyra stated.

Arthur sighed. "I must. If Mordred came to Camelot he'd put us all in danger, Lyra." He said, taking both her hands in his and rubbed the outside of her hands with his thumbs, trying to comfort her.

"He will kill you!" She said, her eyes full of fear.

Arthur hugged her. "Lyra, I love you and I will never leave you... I promise." Lyra smiled sadly.

"I love you too Arthur but..." Lyra trailed of.

Merlin cleared his throat, making the couple look over to him. "Arthur Lyra's right." He said.

"Merlin, don't." Arthur said. "I know exactly where you're going with this."

Merlin shook his head. "No you don't." He said, much to Arthur's astonishment. "I'm a warlock, Arthur. I've seen things, heard things."

"Like what?" Arthur insisted.

"I've seen you... Well People say that your fate is to die at a druid's hand..." Merlin said. Lyra gasped.

Arthur glanced at her. "So...?"

"Mordred is a druid." Merlin concluded.

Arthur sighed loudly. "If I die for the protection of my kingdom, then so be it." He said.

"You promised you'd never leave me." Lyra whispered.

Arthur hugged her. "We have to go now."

Lyra and Merlin had exchanged worried glances when Arthur told them that there would only be the three of them. So as not to let Mordred hear them coming.

"Arthur, do you have any idea how dangerous he is?" Merlin sounded scared. Lyra had never heard him like that and neither had the king.

Arthur nodded, but didn't answer Merlin, instead he glanced at his princess then at his manservant. "I cannot risk the safety of my people." He said.

"If we go alone, I mean without any knights, Mordred will win." Lyra nodded, but Arthur didn't want to lose anymore time.

He got on his horse and the Lyra and Merlin followed his actions and they were off. "Arthur... I have to tell you something." Lyra said.

"Yes, my love?" Arthur called to her as they galloped through the forest.

Lyra sighed, "It's Zane..." Arthur slowed his horse and rode beside her leaving Merlin behind them.

"What of him?" Arthur asked her.

"He's Mordred." She stated.

"WHAT?"

Merlin's mouth opened a moment but closed quickly as Arthur turned towards him. "Merlin... Aren't you supposed to be able to sense other's with magic?!"

"Yes... I knew something was wrong with him, but I didn't-..." He trailed off.

Arthur shook his head. "Why didn't you say anything!?"

"How would that have looked? 'Sorry My lord, but I have a feeling that the princess's rescuer is a cold hearted traitor'!?" Merlin said sarcastically.

Lyra frowned, he had a point. Before Arthur could reply Lyra had spotted the cave. "It-it's here..." She murmured.

They got of their horses and walked into the cave.

...

They had been walking in the darkness for over half an hour and the only light they had was a ball of light which Merlin had conjured for them.

"Are you certain it's this cave?" Arthur asked her.

"I am... But maybe Mordred has left." She said hopefully. "Perhaps we could just leave it at that and get out of here?" She looked at the back of Arthur's blond head confidently.

"No, we have to keep going..."

Merlin groaned. "Arthur he's luring us in..."

Arthur ignored him. Lyra turned to Merlin to give him a small smile to say 'Good try'. But was stunned to see him lying on the floor out cold. The ball of light went out.

"Merlin?!" Arthur shouted. "Lyra?!"

Lyra's mouth was under Mordred's hand and she struggled under him.

He turned her so that she was staring into his eyes, He pushed her against the wall of the cave and hissed in her ear as quietly as possible. "Don't get in my way."

He let go of her mouth and magically chained her to the wall. "ARTHUR!" She yelped as Mordred thumped her.

"Lyra!" Arthur called back.

"Well, well if it isn't the king of Camelot himself...

To be continued...