Ok this is late but I was very sick! As pathetic as that sounds I'm sticking with it. Thank you to anybody who's still reading, reviewing, favouriting and following this story, keep 'em coming! IDOM

Mordred's POV

I am sneaking through the underbelly of Camelot which is ridiculously easy considering the amount of guards we have stationed around this area. When I'm in charge I'm going to make sure that all the guards have an eye test to make sure they can actually see further than the end of their nose.

I'm going to see the Priest Alvarr, who is legendary within the Old Religion for being one of the few people who have managed to become a Priest of the Old Religion despite not being naturally born with magic. He is determined, ruthless, inspiring and powerful and therefore a valuable ally. Which is the only reason why I would risk leaving Camelot for such an incriminating meeting, I shall need brute force as well as espionage to take Camelot to take Camelot and brute force is Alvarr's speciality.

I find the Priest standing in a clearing not too far away from the cities' outer wall. "So the High Priest demands a meeting with me and therefore I come. But I cannot help but wonder why such a powerful entity would request a meeting with me."

"You do not waste time with meaningless pleasantries, Alvarr I am pleased to see."

"No. However I don't think it is a trait we share. I cannot think that you demanded my presence so near Camelot's walls to analyse my manners."

"Indeed I wish for you to join me in my coup of Camelot. I know you enjoy bloodshed as much as I. I'm sure we come to some sort of arrangement to suit us both."

"That may be so." He replies icily and I feel a shift n the power here. "However my High Priest has forbidden me from intervening."

"Your High Priest?" I spat angry. "Who is it that demands such loyalty?"

"Alator of the Catha." the lower Priests smirks in an infuriating way. "One of his seers foresaw this meeting and he took precautions. I swore to my High Priest that I would not betray his trust and ally myself with you. I came out of mere courtesy nothing more."

I scowl and feel the need to throttle this upstart Priest and I growl back at him. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

"I have every idea, Sir Mordred. Do not imagine yourself to be the only one with spies inside Camelot. However no matter how powerful you are you cannot force me to break a bond with my High Priest. There is nothing for you here, Mordred, neither me nor my men, who have all sworn the same oath as me, will fight under your banner."

"So that is it?" I sneer. "You would give up your ambition and riches for some old Catha who has spent the war hidden away somewhere safe instead of fighting on the front lines."

"Greed is your weakness, Sir Mordred. You will have a choice and in that moment the fate of Albion shall rest in your hands. You will either help forge or destroy Albion."

"I know my own destiny!" I spat at him violently and I feel my eyes burn golden in my anger.

"Do you, Sir Mordred?" He raises an eyebrow in an uncanny impression of the physician Gaius. "I shall leave you now. Please do not summon me again I would hate to refuse a High Priest twice."

With that he swept out of the clearing and I was left on my own fuming. How dare that underling question me?! I will show him and the weakling Alator what a real High Priest can do and then they will both regret not forming an alliance with me when they had the chance. When I sit upon the throne and they shall be forced to kneel before me. Then they shall regret.

Gwen's POV

I know when Mordred is angry-for one thing the furniture feels the full effects of it! I know he had a meeting with a friend of his last night and obviously they fell out. I know it's silly but maybe it's because his friend disapproves of me. Which is ridiculous but still the idea is niggling away in the back of my head.

"Mordred?" I reach out and start massaging his tense shoulders. "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing Gwen." His face is pensive and he looks angry. I hate to see him so defensive.

"Mordred I know it's something. I'm your wife please tell me."

He turns and I let my hands falls to his firm chest. "My friend and I had a disagreement about my safety in Camelot." He gently brushed his lips against mine and whispers. "But I told him nothing would ever make me leave my life in Camelot." He lips pressed against mine for a bit longer then. "Nothing can make me give up my life with you." His eyes are so full of passion that I relax. I know that he will always be there for me and I will never leave his side until the day I die. I meant my wedding vows and will never break those eternal bonds.

Balinor's POV

Ambrosia had said she needed to talk to Morgause so I decided to take a little walk around the surrounding woodland. The trees are tall and healthy but the forest seems dead. The magic has been drained from the land by Uthur Pendragon and nature is suffering for his crimes as well as the people.

I'm meditating upon this when my magic feels a pull. It feels like when my magic connects to Ambrosia's but it's not her signature-it's fresher, rawer and less elegant but I still feel a connection to it. I admit I'm curious as to who could possibly draw me to them so strongly and I concentrate on following the path of the magic.

It was leading me uphill and I feel their magic in the surroundings and it turns the green greener and the flowers bloom in the brightest of colours. Who could possibly do this with such raw, pure power never in my life I have felt even more than Ambrosia!

Finally at the crest of a hill I can see a figure. It's a young girl; she's beautiful and has an aura of magic surrounding her and the wind gently brushing her sweeping up her long dark with the wind. Then I notice her beautiful face and I recognise it- it's the druid girl, Merlin. I feel my mouth nearly touch the ground; this simple girl who I'd underestimated actually has the most powerful magic I've ever seen! Does Ambrosia know about her? And if she doesn't then I must tell her. She clearly hasn't used her powers recently otherwise I would've sensed it so it's entirely plausible that in her weakened state Ambrosia didn't sense her unused magic. 'Merlin' could be dangerous.

I'm about to turn to go back to camp to talk to Ambrosia when Merlin's (if that's even her real name) opens her usually blue eyes now swirling with gold. Her eyes dim and she stands ridged for a few moments but then a determined look comes to her face and her whole body relaxes.

With a tilt of the head she calls out clearly. "Who's there?"

I step forward unafraid. This mere waif of a girl may be powerful but I have the blood of dragons running through my veins and I am strong magically as well, I shall not be afraid by this child. "It is I, Balinor."

An odd expression fleets across her face. "The Dragonlord?"

"Do you know another Balinor?" I shot her quizzical eyebrow sarcastically. Not giving her a chance to reply I continued. "How long have you known Ambrosia?"

"Not very long." Her face darkened. I can't believe that such pure magic can be evil but by the look that is upon her face I can see she doesn't wish Ambrosia well.

"You do seem to care for her very much from your tone."

A sinister grin came upon her face and I tensed ready to fight if she dared threaten Ambrosia. "It's complicated."

"Try explaining." I growled and I notice her flinch at the noise.

"There is a lot of history between us." Her blue eyes find mine and glares at me evenly.

"But you said that you have only none her for a brief period."

A steely glint comes to her eye. "She knew my mother."

"Oh, do I know her?" She must have powerful magic to have had such a child, by the looks of her she is around 17 maybe 18, so she could be the child of an old friend of mine from the good days. Dark hair, blue eyes, strong magic… No it couldn't be. Nimueh's daughter. Bronwyn, if I remember rightly, they never did find her body...

She's here to kill Ambrosia! I won't let her and I will gladly give my life to stop her in her mission. My life is Ambrosia and I have lost too many people to lose her as well. With that in mind I shoot fire at the young girl. I will not lose Ambrosia again.

Ambrosia's POV

I felt a pain unimaginable stab through my heart; I can't help the scream that escapes my lips. I can feel somebody at my side and I know it's Morgana. But I can't see through the tears of pain that have entered my eyes. "Ambrosia? Are you alright?"

"They are hurting each other." As I say it I realise the words are true, two people I love are hurting each other and my magic can sense it. Morgana is here, Morgause is meditating, I have no idea where Mordred is but I know he's safe somehow. That leaves Balinor and Merlin. No that's not possible! Why would they fight each other?

"Who's hurting each other? It's not Merlin is it?" Her voice is laced with worry and I can imagine her beautiful face screwed up in concern.

I nod frantically. "Merlin and Balinor are hurting each other. We need to find them and stop them before it's too late."

Morgana grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly. "Is she alright?"

"At the moment however I'm not sure how long that will last. We need to find them!"

"Freya! Ambrosia! Are you alright? I heard screaming." It's Leon's voice and he sounds panicked.

"Merlin is in trouble Leon. We need to find her!"

Without another word the three of us start looking for Merlin and Balinor but I can't help the fear that either Merlin will kill her father or Balinor his daughter.

Yep Balinor is attacking Merlin. Well see where that goes (if anywhere knowing me) in the next chapter which I will hopefully post faster than this one! :D