"I don't understand," Wyatt said, turning to gaze at his sister and then back at Rhiannon. "What did you have her do?"

Rae walked over to stare out the stained glass window, her back turned to the Halliwells. Nervously, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and crossed her arms to keep from fidgeting. Breathing deeply, she focused on the task, imagining herself uttering the words she needed to say.

"The traitor was insidious. Luring him out into the open was near impossible," glancing over her shoulder her eyes linked with his. "You tried to follow the clues left behind but there were none, other than the fact that it became apparent the traitor was trying to come between us."

"How so?" Hank questioned. "What would breaking you up accomplish?"

Laughing, Melinda suddenly began to sob before spelling it out. "A king without his queen is weak, but the one true king sitting upon his throne, alone, unable to forge his family line and take control of the nexus...Mordred was able to prevent good magic from flourishing."

"He wanted it for himself," Rae cut in. "The power of being the king and beginning of a magical line that would last throughout the history of the world. See, he himself had come from magic. Mordred was a powerful Druid and his kind had been hunted to near extinction. Seizing control from the Pendragons, the rulers he blamed for losing all of his family and their traditions, was meant to be an act of good. Well," Rae added, "you know what they say about good intentions."

"But he fell in lust with the queen and decided that it was poetic justice that she would remain the mother of a new line of magic," Bianca stepped forward. "He wanted to break the ties that bound them to one another, get them to turn on one another so that he could have an opening to kill Arthur. Mordred is responsible for the myth of Lancelot and the queen. He expected Arthur to sentence Guinivere to death for infidelity and counted on creating a civil war amongst the warriors protecting the royal couple. As a member of Arthur's elite guard, Mordred planned to kill Arthur during the skirmish but Morgana and Merlin were able to lift the spell that he had cast to frame Guinivere and drive Arthur mad."

"Over several months, we noticed the confused attempts to separate Arthur and Guin," Mel picked up, "and while Arthur was away visiting another kingdom to broker peace talks, the Queen had Morgana help her lay a trap for the traitor."

Mel began to pick at her cuticles and stared off into space. A thousand years had passed and she still felt so much shame over a life she didn't remember living. Only her gift, sometimes her curse, allowed her knowledge of past events. She often struggled with seeing things she wished she couldn't, but unfortunately for her, Mel couldn't close her eyes and make the images disappear. No, they were seared into her brain by the constant firing of synapsis.

Walking over to a dresser, Mel began to doodle along the dust covered top. It was the only distance she could gain from the mistakes she knew were as much hers as Morgana's.

Rae, positioned on the far side of the attic from her, drew another breath. There was no strength to draw on, just a task that needed to be finished.

"I traveled to a cottage that was supposed to be like a safe house. Arthur had Merlin protect it from being discovered by any other magicks. We thought we were clever and the three of us, Bianca, Mel, and I, planned how we would lift Merlin's magick. Mel -Morgana- had placed charms along the path to alert us to the traitor's presence, and I…"

"You, what?" Wyatt asked as he took three steps towards Rae. "What did you plan to do?"

Turning to face him and the whole family, Rae answered. "I cast the curse."