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Merlin's POV

We finally made it out of Camelot but not before Arthur dressed in his chainmail and got his sword and I finally managed to put on some clothes. I decided to wear breeches and a tunic because it was easier to travel like that. We'd grabbed horses from the stables and had galloped out before anyone could try to stop us.

Now we're in the forest and there's a awkward silence between us, Arthur and Morgana seem mad and Leon just looks slightly wary. I liked Leon, he'd always been nice to me and was the very best of Arthur's men and unquestioningly loyal.

Ambrosia approached Morgana warily. "Morgana?" Her head whipped round to our mother. "If your now banished it's probably best that you wear a disguise."

"What about you and Merlin? You both have been sentenced to death." Morgana looked at me sadly but I tried to smile reassuringly back.

"We have control of our magic but you however are vulnerable until you have control so I would like you to wear this." She held out the necklace of illusion that I had been using to disguise myself as a boy.

"That's the necklace Merlin wore."

"Yes it's a necklace of illusion, a family heir loom, it has the power to sustain a illusion for as long as the user is wearing it, only your eyes stay the same. It uses its own magic so doesn't drain you but only works for magical people."

"Fine." Morgana tried to sound resigned but I could see an excited gleam in her eyes as she fastened it around her neck and then suddenly it was like I was looking at a mirror. Morgana had chosen to look exactly like me! Everybody looked between us shocked as we smirked at eachother- this was going to be fun! "I'll be Merlin's twin sister, Freya."

Ambrosia sighed at our antics but I could see her resisting a smile as she muttered. "That's all we need-another Merlin!"

Arthur and Leon who'd been watching the exchange uncertain guffawed at Ambrosia's dig but Morgana just rode her horse closer to mine and reached over and linked my arm. together we walked on leaving the others behind us.

Mordred's POV

Our prey was easy to find. Although he'd been attempting to hide his trail the power of a Dragonlord was easy to sense even miles away, their dragon spirit was so strong that it glowed. The man was crouching over a creek when we approached, scooping water into his hand and drinking it doggedly. "Hello Balinor."

The old man looked up at us and I saw the fleeting panic cross his face. "I've never heard of a Balinor, lad. My name's John."

I raised an eyebrow. "No need to fear old man. My sister and I possess the same gift you do."

The man chuckled at that and I saw him draw his body in a somewhat threatening stance. "I doubt that, lad. And I suggest you take that pretty sister of yours and leave me be before I get angry."

"Now now, Balinor, no need to be hasty we want the same thing do we not?" At his questioning eyebrow I smirked. "the death of Uthur Pendragon and all who share his name."

Balinor merely shrugged and picked up a pack from the forest floor. "It's true I hold no love for a Pendragon but I'm not here for revenge. Not yet anyway."

"No," I replied casually. "First you will find Ambrosia now she has returned back to the magical community."

Balinor had been turning to go but at the mention of her name he spun back around. "You know Ambrosia?"

"I should she gave birth to me."

"Your Mordred?"

I nodded and then gestured to my silent sister. "And this is my sister, Morgause."

"I know, Ambrosia often mentioned you."

I resisted the urge to scowl. How dare that woman mention us! How dare she even remember the names of the children that she abandoned! However I forced my face to remain blank. "I think we can work very well together to bring about Camelot's fall."

For a moment the clearing we were in was silent apart from the running water, Balinor surveying us and I could hear his brain thinking and calculating. Then drawing a deep breath replied finally. "I agree but not without Ambrosia."

Ambrosia's POV

I knew Merlin and Morgana were angry at me and that the two men were wary of me, but at the moment I didn't care. I was free and my magic flowed into my surroundings and the woodland replied and it wasn't long before I sensed where the druids were encamped. I turned to the rest of my party. "I can sense the druids and I think it would be best for us to travel with them."

The banished prince's face contorted into horror. "No."

"Why not? They serve Emrys and it's a safe place for Morgana and Merlin to study and focus their magic."

"My magic has improved since I left Ealdor, Ambrosia. And the druids don't serve me- they respect me." I noticed the usage of my forename from my own daughter and I knew it was to remind me of the lies I'd told her as a child. Even though I was upset I understood and hoped that she would one day forgive me and be my loyal, reckless and beautiful daughter again.

"I know but still in Camelot you were not allowed the freedom it takes to become truly at one with your magic. I bet you only learnt spells by necessity." I took from her lack of reply that I was right and continued. "Besides it will be good for Prince Arthur and Sir Leon to see magic used so naturally and easily.

"Fine." Merlin muttered darkly as she trotted past me. "But you lost the right to tell us what's good for us the moment you lied." And through all the hurt I still couldn't find it within me to be angry. "Come on Freya!"

Arthur's POV

The druids had been surprisingly easy to find. I mean really the amount of patrols we did in this area and we'd never founds this big, unprotected settlement was quite worrying. I mean what does that say about our patrols? Ambrosia was talking to the druids now about our current situation and they had bowed their head respectfully at a High Priestess, they'd all bowed to Merlin as well and whispered her druid name reverently as well. From the nervous slightly alarmed look on her face when the druids did this I could tell she was uncomfortable and I couldn't help (despite the serious situation) find it adorable. Leon and I were hanging back but Morgana was looking at everything in the druid camp from the fire to the tent dragging the reluctant Merlin along with her. I could feel Leon's unease as it mingle with my own and I smiled at my friend. "It'll be fine, Leon."

"How can you be sure, sire? How do you know they won't hate us as Knights of Camelot?"

"Because I've seen enough druids to know that they above all things believe in peace." I surveyed the campsite, taking in the worn tents with children weaving in and out playing whilst the adults all crowded around Ambrosia. "These don't seem like aggressive people Leon. Scared maybe but not violent."

Leon opened his mouth to respond but a small boy with unruly red hair tugged on his arm before he could. "Mummy says your Knights of Camelot." The child looked between the two of us with pale grey eyes. "Are you going to kill us?"

I felt my stomach fall and immediately I wanted to be sick. Leon seemed to have no idea what to say and he looked slightly green as well. I crouched down so that I was level with the child and looked him straight in the eye. "What's your name?"

"Galahad."

"Well Galahad. Neither me or my friend here mean any harm to you or your people. We are here with our magical friends and we wish to be friends with your people to."

Galahad's eyes widened and he looked at me in awe. "You want to be my friend?"

"Yes Galahad. I would like to be your friend very much."

The small face split into a grin and he grabbed my hand with surprising force. "Can we play knights?" Standing up I glanced at Leon who smiled and we both followed Galahad as he led us over to his friends who were all watching us cautiously. "They want to play knights with us!"

The children all smiled at that and grabbed small sticks they were obviously going to use as swords and a small girl passed me and Leon some slightly bigger ones. Her face was worried but when I smiled at her she smiled back and I felt my heart swell as I watched her scurry back to 'ranks' with the others. I saw the adults watch with puzzled but happy looks as they watched me and Leon 'train' the druid children and I saw Merlin's face above all watching me with a proud grin upon her beautiful face.

Mordred's POV

I was walking across Camelot's training ground after claiming my father's title when I saw her. Standing by a rack of weapons stood an angel in human form, with long black hair sensibly tied in a sensible bun and cocoa coloured skin, but it wasn't her beauty that I was captured by. It was the aura of betrayal and anger that you couldn't see marked on her face but that I could sense and it intoxicated me. There was something so pure yet dangerous in it that I felt the need to capture it and posses it. So delaying my mission for a moment I walked over to her and spoke. "Why are you looking at the weapons, my lady?"

Her head snapped up to look up at me angrily and her eyes flashed so that I saw the anger that I felt earlier. "I am no lady." Her voice was hard and bitter and I loved it. "And a woman has just as much right to look at weapons as a man."

"Indeed. My sister is a true proficient with many different types of weaponry. I was merely inquiring why you were simply looking when it's clear you'd rather be wielding the weapons." She half shrugged and turned her gaze back to the weapons. I grabbed a sword from the rack and passed it to her whilst simultaneously drawing my own.

"I have no training sir." she frowned, trying to pass the sword back to be but I refused to take it.

"Then I shall train you." She smiled which I look as a sign of agreement. "What is your name?"

"My name is Guinevere."

"Well Guinevere my name is Sir Mordred and I look forward to getting better acquainted with you." I lead her onto the field and smiled. "Let's begin."

Gwen's POV

I'd been so disheartened when I'd been standing on the training field looking at the weapons because I hadn't been able to find my brother to train me. But as I sparred with Sir Mordred I felt something change but I wasn't sure what. He was a great teacher and as I left the training I felt like I'd finally found somebody to stay with me. Somebody loyal who would never lie or betray me.