Ok this chapter had me stumped because I bwas kind of unsure how everybody would react but meh... this is the result. Thanks for the favorites, follows and reviews! Feel free to keep doing all three of those wonderful things!

Arthur's POV

The noise that made me turn from the suspicious broth was a scream. Turning abruptly I saw the usually composed Ambrosia pointing a shaking finger at a figures who were cloaked in shadow. "You can't be here! Your dead!"

"Ambrosia?" This came from Merlin who had approached her mother cautiously.

The figure pushed past a few more branches and came into the clearing with a woman following. "I'm here, Ambrosia." He knew Ambrosia? He had found us, does that mean others can to?

"You shouldn't be." Everybody turned startled to hear the low tones of Percival who also emerged from the woodland. Wait what? Percival knows this man as well?

"Percival?!" The mysterious man looked at Percival shocked. "It's been a long time old friend. There were rumours that you were dead also."

"I'm as good as. How could you leave her?!" He gestured wildly at Ambrosia and his usually calm, composed face was filled with anger. "How could you profess love for her and then abandon her in her time of need?" I unconsciously took a step away from Percival's rage. and what the hell did he mean be as good as dead?

Any thoughts along the lines that our lives couldn't get any more complicated flew out the window.

Morgana's POV

I watched the argument worriedly but my eyes immediately latched onto the woman as she stepped forward to defend her mysterious companion. "Maybe if you stopped yelling you big brute you would be able to listen to his explanation. If you truly know who this is then you should be showing him some respect!" I saw her brown eyes flash dangerously as she surveyed the rest of us in warning and as her eyes landed on me I stopped breathing for a second. I recognised those eyes. Full of hatred and hunger. MERLIN?! I projected into her brain desperately, so loudly that she flinched.

Morgana what is it? Her scared voice replied.

I recognise the woman from my dream...

Which one? Was she evil?

YES! I stressed exasperatedly. She was the one I saw fighting Ambrosia the night before we left Camelot.

I thought there was something off about her but Morgana don't say anything yet. Her eyes focussed on the woman in question like she was some kind of puzzle. I want to know what we're dealing with. Best not reveal our identities though so when she's around don't perform magic!

Ok I think I can do that but what if I mess up and explode something when I get angry? This actually a genuine fear and I didn't bother to hide it from Merlin.

Morgana you have control now and even if that did happen we'll find some way to play it off as Ambrosia. With that she severed the link and turned back to the argument.

"You have no idea what I know Priestess. "

The woman recoiled at the title seemingly shocked that he knew her title and I couldn't help be as well. "So you are brighter than you appear, brute." I saw Lancelot tense at the renewal of this nickname. "Tell me. Have people ever wished to examine you? See how you are even still standing?"

Percival lunged at her angrily but the mysterious man came between. "We came here in peace, Morgause."

Ambrosia gasped at the name and suddenly rushed over to the blonde woman. "No it can't be. You can't be here." Her eyes were wide and desperate.

The blonde shrugged nonchalantly. "My name is Morgause, daughter of Myrddin and Ambrosia." What?! She's my half sister? But she's EVIL! Ambrosia's eyes we're filled with tears and she grabbed her long daughter and pulled her onto a bone crushing hug.

"I feared you dead. I'd lost hope..." Tears we're now freely flowing down her face. "But your here. You came back to me." Maybe because I was looking for a sign or whether it was just obvious, I noticed that Morgause tensed under Ambrosia's embrace.

"Where have you been then, Balinor?" I gaped and stole a look at Merlin, whose mouth was slightly agape as she stared unseeing at Percival. I tried to reach out mentally but I felt her blocking me out.

"I thought you were dead Percival!" Merlin's father spat. "I could hardly have contacted you. And I never abandoned Ambrosia, I had a responsibility to my kin. My brothers were being slaughtered daily!"

"Yet you couldn't protect the woman who you loved! Couldn't return to her? For all your pretty words you care nothing for her!" Percival's eyes scared me, they were so dark and full of loathing.

"I couldn't find her without her magic! As soon as she returned I set out to find her!"

"Returned?! She was still the same person without her magic Balinor. You never did see the worth of those with magic!"

"Boys!" Ambrosia screamed. "This are old wounds! Old prejudices! With everything that has happened to us over the last twenty years are we still the immature, reckless, silly, conceited people we were then?!" She took a shuddering breath and I saw her tremble against Morgause who was supporting her. "I thought I had lost you all. My daughter, my lover, my friend... Is this really how we want to begin our second chance? Our redemption?"

"Redemption?" Percival snorted angrily. "Uthur is the only one capable of paying for those crimes and there is no way we are getting to him anytime soon. Look at us a weakened High Priestess, a half baked Priestess, an apparently dead dragon lord, a banished prince, a disgraced knight, a drunk, a cursed warrior, a heartbroken knight, Em-"

"And two simple druid girls." Merlin jumped in and everybody looked at her confused except the newcomers. "No it's not exactly an army Percival but I was unaware we we're trying to raise one." Her voice was firm and held so much authority that even Arthur looked submissive.

"I never spoke of war Merlin." Ambrosia kept her head held high. "I spoke of the crimes of the past."

Percival's eyes pierced through Ambrosia. "Some stains will never be removed Ambrosia." with that Percival swept out of the clearing.

Everybody was silent- the knights looked cautious, Morgause was unreadable, Balinor full of passion and Ambrosia looked as if the world was shifting underneath.

I looked towards my sister, my beautiful, mischievous, clumsy baby sister, to find her looking at the ground all hope drained from her face. I felt pains in my chest at seeing her like this, crushed, defeated and miserable. This was my little sister and nobody was going to hurt whilst I'm still alive and kicking. Breaking the stillness of the clearing I went over to where Merlin was slumped on a log and wrapped my arms around her pulling her against me. She didn't respond, I didn't need to know what had happened, all I needed to know is that she was in pain and I couldn't let that happen to my baby sister.

Merlin's POV

I'd been fine, upset but basically fine until I'd felt Percival as he said his exiting words. They chilled me and I felt the weight in those words and then the memories came unbidden to my mind. At first happy scenes of friends together laughing, talking , pulling pranks... Then there was a beautiful girl with long flowing brown hair and amber eyes... There was kissing, marriage and all the stuff in between... Happiness. Then a memory clouded my vision with such force it forced me down to whatever I am now sitting on.

The same beautiful woman stood by Percival in a clearing, worry plastered on her face and fear clouded her eyes. Percival was shouting indistinguishable words to her as he pulled out a sword from his belt... The woman looked at him with the same fear and shook her head... Their foe approached and I saw the younger, handsome face of Uthur lead a flock of red... "Why Uthur? We were all friends once! " Percival's voice trembled as spoke to the king who tilted his head... "It's not too late for you Percival... Come back to me as a loyal knight and renounce your witch wife..." "Percival..." Her voice was soft, pleading but still strong... "Never!" "Then you have doomed yourself!"... Flashes of a fight appeared as quickly as they evaporated... But then Uthur was stalking towards Percival sword raised against the unprotected knight... "NOOO!" The voice once so soft screamed and a golden flash streaked across the clearing and entered Percival... The woman crumpled to the floor and a nearby knight plunged his sword into her stomach... "NOOOOO! ELOWEN!" But despite his protests the woman lay still and Uthur Pendragon turned to Percival... "It's better this way. She would have only destroyed you in the end..." he turned to leave with the rest of his knights but glanced back at his former friend again. "Many have been taken in by sorceresses Percival and I forgive you for your sins against me and you may return to the Knights of Camelot if you wish." With that the King disappeared from the memory and only the vision of Elowen's body remained... Soft red lips... Heart shaped face... smudges of dirt on her cheeks...

The vision ended and I felt strong arms around me and Morgana's scent. I welcomed her embrace and the misery of the scene dimmed under my thankfulness for having such a sister. But only for a moment and then I saw Elowen's face again and misery overwhelmed me. The pain was my own and I never wanted to feel like that again, as if my heart had been ripped from my chest.

Might go for some more Balinor bashing courtesy of Ambrosia because I think he gt off far to easily here. Tell me what you think (yes that really is a shameless beg for reviews)!