So this is late but I'm currently traveling at the mo so my updates won't really be on time (more when I can) although I've never really been very good at updating anyway. As always thank you for reading, reviewing, favouriting and following this story and I still don't own Merlin. This chapter is probably riddled with typos because I haven't proof read (gasp call the police) so yeah be prepared. I'm going to be on this holiday for a few months so I'm sorry but updates won't be prompt! Enjoy anyway and I'll shut up.

Ambrosia's POV

I draw back the door of my tent after my conversation with Leon to find Morgause standing there awkwardly waiting for me, arms crossed and foot tapping. "Hello Morgause. What are you doing here?"

"The new High Priestess- the girl who we used to know as Freya- is claiming to be a 'Le Fay Pendragon'. I was merely wondering how such a combination could exist." She sent me a sharp shrewd look that told me she'd be able to tell if I told anything other than the whole truth.

"Yes that's the name I gave her when I announced her as a High Priestess."

"I was not doubting it's validity but the name Le Fay isn't exactly common. Now cut all the crap and tell me who exactly this girl is!" She's angry, very angry, so I decide I can no longer keep my promise to Morgana and Merlin. I have to tell her the truth.

"Morgana is the daughter I had just before the Purge."

"You gave birth to a Pendragon!?" The disgust shown in her face and voice is clear and slightly alarming but also there's shame there.

"I shall only say this once and I beg of you Morgause to never bring this up or hold this against Morgana in any way." At her curt nod I continue. "Uthur raped me before the Purge. From that I gave birth to Morgana. After the birth I was weaker enough for Nimueh to curse me so that I could never use my powers that's why I disappeared at the time of the Purge."

"You kept his spawn and allowed her to grow up within Uthur's own court?!"

"I had very little choice at the time so I left her with my sister, Vivienne. She was safe until she and her husband died when Uthur took her in."

"And what about Merlin, hmm?" Her glare could kill a man at thirty paces but I stand my ground.

"She is my child also, your half-sister, Balinor is her father."

Morgause is silent for a moment as if taking all the information I just told her in. "And when exactly were you going to tell me all this? You didn't think it would interest me to find out I had two half-sisters?"

"Morgana and Merlin begged me not to and although it hurt me to lie to you I had to respect their wishes."

"Oh yeah sure and when exactly have you cared about my feelings before Ambrosia?" With those hissed words dripping with venom Morgause shoved past me and out of the tent.

I fell on to my bed and let a sob rip through my barriers and escape my lips as I recall the words my eldest daughter just spat at me. I never realised how badly I treat the people I love but recently I just haven't been able to do anything right when it comes to those I care about.

Gaius' POV

I'm standing in my chambers looking at my medical bag unbelievingly when I feel a gust of wind ruffle up my hair. No natural wind could do that! I turn around hastily to find a dark haired woman looking around my chambers. "Merlin!"

The thinner than usual girl smiles at me wonkily and I manage to stop gaping for a moment to smile fondly back at her. "Hello Gaius. It's good to see you again."

"What are you doing here?"

"Well I'm not really here as in here… I'm kind of Astral Projecting…" She looks at me nervously because she knows what I'm about to say.

"Merlin! That is very dangerous! I've warned you about messing around with things that are lost knowledge! Nobody knows how to properly Astral Project."

Her hands ghosts over one of my many books that she's pored over many a time to try and solve a problem. "It's ok Gaius. Recently I was in a dead sleep. No don't worry I'm fine now. I don't know where I was then but I was somewhere between life and death and when I woke up… I don't know I just had knowledge of gifts that I didn't have before…"

"You must have been somehow learning whilst in this place between life and death. That's amazing even for you Merlin. What do you remember?" I ask eagerly taking a few steps closer to her.

"Nothing at all I just have all this new knowledge but Gaius that isn't why I'm here."

"Then why are you child? It is dangerous for you in Camelot at the moment."

"I need to say sorry to you Gaius for leaving and for being so angry at you when I left. Being in a dead sleep help me realise a few things and I don't want anything to happen to me and you still think I hate you. I don't- you've practically been a father to me!"

"I think it I who should apologise to you Merlin. I did keep you in the dark when you, Arthur and Morgana had every right to know the truth. I thought I was protecting you but-"

Before I can go on the door bangs open and the astral form of Merlin disappears. "Sorry Mr Gaius…" It's only Johnathan the Cook's boy. "But the King has announced an assembly of the Court."

Looking at the place Merlin faded a few moments ago with a sigh I follow the nervous Johnathan out of my chambers. Half an hour ago Uthur Pendragon made a miraculous recovery and is now acting as he always has done before Arthur and Morgana's banishment. The last person in his chambers was the Lady Catriona who says he saw her face and spoke but I have a sneaking suspicion that magic is to do with Uthur Pendragon's amazing recovery. The problem is Catriona Tregor never had magic.

Leon's POV

I'm sitting in my tent reading a book one of the druids gave me when Morgause storms in wild blonde hair swept back and eyes almost glinting gold. "My gods, Morgause, what the hell is the matter?"

"I just spoke to Ambrosia about my half-sisters." Her voice is hard and angry. Guilt finds a happy home in my stomach as I see her anger and pain play across her face. "Did you know?"

Slowly I nod keeping eye contact with her. "I swore to Morgana that I wouldn't tell you or Balinor of her and Merlin's real parentage."

"Why? Why didn't you tell me?" She's yelling now but I let her because she has a right to be this upset and although I'm not the cause I made it worse.

"Morgana is an old friend- an annoying baby sister really- when she begged me I couldn't help but say yes. And I never break an oath." I watch some kind of acceptance in her face but she's still angry.

"Why didn't she tell me?" Her voice cracks and she sounds so uncharacteristically vulnerable that I manage to summon up the courage to approach her and wrap her in my arms.

"I don't know." I kiss her blonde hair and then rest my cheek on her head. "But a lot of things have happened to Morgana recently. She thought she was an only child with no living family members and then she discovers she has four half-siblings and both parents still alive. I think she was just a little overwhelmed."

"And she doesn't think I am? For so long it's just been me and Mordred and whichever druid camp or temple we were shifted to. I never wanted to know Ambrosia but now… And now I have two sisters! One of whom is a High Priestess!"

I chuckle a bit. "Morgana didn't start learning to use her magic until after we left Camelot so don't be too intimidated."

"I still don't understand. I want to but I can't."

I'm about to reply when someone else comes into my tent. "I'm sorry Morgause."

It's Morgana with her true face crumpled in a frown but a determined look set on her face. "I'll just leave you two alone." With that I sidle out of my own tent to leave the two sisters in peace on some neutral ground.

Not really knowing what to do now without my book or anything else vaguely useful to do, I walk over to Merlin's tent to find Arthur, Gwaine and Merlin inside.

"Hello you three." I greet them walking in.

"Hey Leon we were just making bets on the Morgana/Morgause confrontation care to join?" Gwaine tosses me his usual roguish grin.

"How do you know?"

Merlin snorts and raises her eyebrow in a Gaius like manner. "Like anyone could avoid hearing Morgause yelling at you. As soon as Morgana heard the yelling she dashed to your rescue."

"You lot are enjoying this aren't you?"

"Oh come on Leon." Arthur looks at me with a completely serious expression on his face. "This may be my only chance of seeing someone win against Morgana in a shouting match. How can you deny me that?" We all laugh heartily at Arthur's pathetic expression. "Plus I have three gold coins on Morgause to win."

Percival's POV

Where the hell is everyone? I mean seriously it's not hard to remember a hunting trip we go on every day. Lancelot is here at least sharpening his sword and counting his arrows but everyone else is mysteriously and suspiciously late. Knowing this group of people there's been an argument- there are four Le Fays, two Pendragons and two Calidoniuses after all- last time there was an argument Balinor found out he had a daughter so I really don't want to know what this one's about.

Finally Gwaine saunters over with his carefree grin on his face. "Take that look off your face Percy! The other's will be here in a minute."

"What's taking so long?" Lancelot asks not looking up from his near perfect sword.

"Well you know Arthur," Gwaine replies shrugging. "He can't decide whether to come with us or stay with the beautiful Merlin."

Lancelot smiles good-naturedly as he replies. "Ah and I think we can all guess what will be the result of such a quandary."

Gwaine's grin widens which looks like quite a strain. "If only one of them could admit that they're wildly in love with each other, marry and have as many children as Freya allows then all would be well."

"Morgana, Gwaine." I cut in quickly before the slip passes by unnoticed. "Her name is Morgana Le Fay Pendragon and we best all get used to calling her as such."

Gwaine doesn't get a chance to reply as at that moment Leon at last deigns to make an appearance. But surprisingly Morgause is holding his hand. "Hello everyone sorry we're late but Morgause and Morgana needed to talk. Arthur's not coming so I asked Morgause to come to help with numbers. Is that ok with everyone?"

Nobody protests but Lancelot honesty looks quite terrified of the slim blonde. Finally as no one else seems to want to reply I do. "That's no problem we could do with another hand."

Morgause actually smiles at me and looks up to meet my eyes to my surprise I see tear tracks down her face. Whatever was happening down at the camp upset the normally unaffected Morgause.

Leon passes her his crossbow and picks up his own sword and then looks to me with a grateful smile. "Shall we go then?"

With no further comment from either of the other two we all grab our weapons and as quietly as we can head out into the forest, eyes watchful and footsteps light.

Morgana's POV

The argument or fight or whatever the hell it was is over and Morgause left hand in hand with Leon. As they left I couldn't help thinking how cute they are together, I've known Leon since we were children and I trust him with my half-sister but it's more than that I actually want them to do well and to be happy. Maybe one day Morgause will produce the army of offspring Leon always talked about having when he was a child.

However their sweet happiness and feelings give me a jolt of something like envy, kind of like when I'm around Merlin and Arthur, I want what both my half-sisters have managed to find. As selfish as it sounds I want to have someone whose first priority is me and loving me. I know Merlin, Arthur, Ambrosia, Leon (in a completely platonic way) and maybe even Morgause love me in their own ways as family but it's not the same as having someone who wants to wake up in the morning to you and kiss you goodnight.

In Camelot I'd never really thought about love as I was the Lady of the court and Uthur Pendragon's ward, the untouchable beauty so aloof and fair, but now I'm in the woods camping with couples forming all around me. I sound bitter even in my mind but I don't care because what I say is true and I can't lie to myself or I'll go mad as well as lonely.

I'm walking through the camp site for no particular reason other than a feeling of restlessness when I hear the sounds of muffled tears. From Ambrosia's tent. I hurry over and without a thought of announcing my presence I barge in.

Ambrosia is sitting on the floor in front of a silver basin of crystal clear water, her tears only adding to the water as she wept. "Ambrosia?" She doesn't respond as I take a step closer and place a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Mother?"

Her tears still flow down her cheeks with no sign of stopping. Panicking now I pull her off the floor and into my arms holding my distressed mother firm to my chest. I don't know how aware of what is happening she is but she still doesn't stop and I have no idea what I can do to make it better.

"She'll be alright Morgana." Balinor has entered the tent but I have no idea when. "She gets like this sometimes when she sees something terrible in the future." He sighs and looks at Ambrosia worriedly. "She always refuses to say what she sees in that basin, even if it's good, because all the visions she sees are uncertain possibilities of the future."

"What can we do?" I know I hate this man but at the moment with him being the only one who knows what she's going through he's my best option.

"We can sit with her until she comes back. It's not a good experience to see the future in this way as the seer actually lives the future shown. But it's very accurate. I have a feeling Ambrosia is doing this now because she has been having dreams of the war to come."

"She's actually feeling the future?" I ask in wonder looking down at my pained mother in my arms.

"Yes and until she has seen all she can she will not return to the present. She may not return for hours. When she was younger she once went into this state for three whole days!"

"She can't-" I stop and take a deep breath. "She can't die in these visions can she?"

"No have no fear on that account but she would be able to feel her death. I imagine that would be a horrific feeling."

I nod in silent agreement with the Dragonlord. I thought my dreams were bad but this must be infinitely worse. The flames that I sometimes see would actually burn my skin and the noose would actually hang around my neck. I cradle my mother into my arms and begin rocking her in an attempt at comfort, I don't want her to feel alone. It may be just my imagination but the sobs quieten a bit.

Gwaine's POV

After a good hunt it's always best to take a well-deserved trip to tavern and surprisingly today Leon, Lance and Morgause agreed! Which is why at this precise moment Lance has gone to get the first round of drinks for the four of us in a crowded noisy tavern. Leon and Morgause are still holding hands, which is actually kind of sweet to the mischievous little romantic in me.

"So," I start taking up one of the tankards Lance has just brought over, "you two are official now, eh?"

Leon spluttered a bit on his first sip but Morgause just looks at me witheringly. "Yes Gwaine. Leon and I are now officially together."

"Damn it! I had a bet gong with Arthur that it would be at least another two weeks before you two stopped tiptoeing around each other."

Lance snickered whilst our companions look aghast. "Me too. I suggested another month. Arthur is going to be so pleased."

"Is there anything that hasn't been betted on in this camp?" Leon asks with more curiosity than anger.

I shrug and take another glug of mead. "Quite a lot of stuff yeah but don't worry that's the only one about you pair I think. There is a bet on how many little ones you two will have…"

Morgause's mouth falls comically open. "I am not having children any time soon, if ever!"

"Well I guess that means I'll be losing to Arthur again. Damn the man is going to be smug."

"Well maybe you should stop making bets against him. He does have an uncanny ability to predict these things." Lancelot grins with a well-placed elbow in the ribs.

I grunt noncommittally, roll my eyes and take a long draft of my tankard. "Well who's up to getting the next round?"

An unknown quantity of mead later…

"You know Lance?" I say throwing my arm round the man in question's shoulder. "You're my bestie… My Bessie Mate you am. And babies! You'll have a load of 'em! And they'll be so cute!"

Lance began giggling hysterically and that got me going. "I love babies too. Yours'll be mean though. Baby Gwaines!" More insane tittering came from this.

I lean in and loudly whisper right in Lance's ear. "I think Morgie and Lee are making little babies of their own!"

I look across the table at the snogging couple whose lips are glued together and with her on his lap. Lance laughs even more at that and then suddenly instead of giggles come snores as the man drops to sleep on the table.

"Lancey!" I pout upset. Then spying a voluptuous barmaid giving me the eye I leave my fallen friend and make my way over with a slightly dazed half grin on my face. Leon won't be the only one with company tonight.

I personally think Morgause would curse Gwaine into oblivion for calling her 'Morgie'. Anyway what did you think? Reviews are love.