“I’m alright,” she assured them, waking up almost immediately upon being caught by Sir Leon.

Galahad chuckled as he took her hand to help her up. “No you're not.”

Fira’s face turned red as she stumbled forward and Galahad caught her this time. She looked around. Everyone was expecting an explanation.

She put her hand on her hip as she steadied herself yet again. “Deer had magic.”

“Really?” Gaheris nodded sarcastically, causing Gareth to shove him. “Hey!”

Elyan ignored the brothers. “What did it tell you?”

She hesitated a bit too long before replying. “Nothing new.”

Looking around she saw that few believed her claim. Gareth, perhaps. But she didn't care. She wasn't ready to talk.

“Let’s stay here for the night,” Tor suggested, tearing his gaze from Fira’s face. “We won't make it out of the Forest of Avon until tomorrow anyway. And perhaps it was a good sign, seeing a White Stag here.”

They all agreed. Everyone started getting the area together by laying out bedrolls, building a fire, and preparing food. Leon and Gwaine watched Fira carefully. After she lit the fire, she became distant from them, her mind obviously going over whatever the stag had said. Finally Leon stood.

“Fira, we need to gather more firewood.” He stood from his spot next to the fire and started towards her. “Come on.”

“Since when does Sir Leon collect firewood,” she teased. But her teasing was hollow, as if her heart wasn't in it.

Leon rolled his eyes. “Come on.” He turned back. “Gwaine, you're coming too.”

“But someone needs to be here to sense coming magical threats,” Fira tried.

Gwaine smirked. “Thanks to the court sorcerer, we now all know that Galahad here is fully capable of doing that job.” He smacked the young knight on the back. “Aren't you.”

“Yes.” He nodded tentatively. “If needed.”

“It's needed now,” Leon said plainly. “Come on, Fira.”

“Afraid of the dark, my lady?” Gwaine smirked, his face full of mirth.

But underneath all the smiles, he was deeply concerned. It wasn't like Fira to keep secrets from the knights. Except for Merlin’s secret, of course. So he was surprised to see Fira’s face fall when she marched after Leon into the forest. Gwaine thought about taking a bottle of ale, but ended up deciding against it.

Leon led the way with his torch until they found a secluded spot with a fallen tree. He stood, gesturing for Fira to take a seat. She did so with a melancholy expression on her face that only grew worse upon Gwaine’s appearance by Leon’s side. Both men had their arms crossed. She saw no way out.

In her mind flashed images the Stag had shown her: the fields of Camelot’s countryside in flames, a Green Knight swinging his great axe at someone in chainmail, presumably one of the knights, and a gorgeous woman stuck in a crumbling castle protected by wyvern.

“Beware what you will become.”

The words the Stag had said at the end were deafening in her ears. It shook her to her core, as she sensed great evil in their future, in her future. But she did not know from where or when or at whom.

Leon, seeing her mind was a million miles away, spoke up. “Talk.”

She looked from the ground to him. “I told you already.”

Gwaine’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “What?”

“It wasn't anything new,” she explained. “Beware the Green Knight. Again.”

Leon didn't believe her for a second. “What more than that?”

Fira’s eyes glossed over. Her mind retreated to the final images. Red eyes. That was all she had seen. Red eyes and Morgana. Morgana…

“I haven't fully understood what else happened during the exchange,” she muttered. “There are secrets there that I shan't know the answer to I fear until they come to pass. But there is one thing that might help us.”

Gwaine and Leon both nodded for her to continue.

Fira lowered her voice to a whisper. “Le Fay.”

Leon’s eyes flickered in anger, hatred, and fear. “Morgana.”

“Do not speak her name so loudly,” Fira insisted, glancing around.

Gwaine growled, his voice dripping in ferocious anger. “I do not fear her.”

Fira raised her eyes to face them. “You should. She is more powerful than any of you. Than all of you. You cannot stop her.”

“But you can?” Leon sighed.

She shook her head. “Emrys.”

After getting her to whisper the name of their potential savior, Leon got nothing out of Fira. Nothing. Not even a glance. The druid warlock merely continued to look vigilantly around them as they walked back to camp, a bit of firewood in hand.

Fira was terrified. She was more afraid than she had ever been in her life. The realization that Morgana was perhaps behind the Menace and the Emerald Lady and her Green Knight, and the Isle of Adney, was the most frightening scenario she had considered.

Without Merlin, they could not hope to kill her. Now that she was a High Priestess, only certain enchanted swords could kill her. The swords the travelers had received from Iseldir and the Druids had been enchanted, but she did not think they were powerful enough to destroy a High Priestess of the Old Religion.

“I'll take first watch,” she volunteered upon returning the campsite. “I’m not tired.”

Gwaine rolled his eyes. “I'm staying up too.”

“Me as well,” Galahad seconded.

When that was decided, the company drifted off to sleep. They felt better knowing they would be in Somerset by the next day, a land of peace and safety according to all accounts. It was also to be a day of reckoning. Tor and Morholt explained that they would reach Castle Bertilak by evening. There they would be forced to plead for their lives with the King.

Red eyes.

Fira opened her eyes from where she had been sitting, listening to the noises of the forest. Gwaine sat across from her on the other side of the fire, and Galahad was to her left.

Green Knight.

She wondered who the man they kept hearing about was. She had glimpsed him in her vision with the stag. Tall, menacing, clothed entirely in green with a gigantic axe upon his back. Indeed, the time of reckoning was coming. Not just for the knights, but for the entire land, every country. If they did not stop the Green Knight and the Emerald Lady, it would never end.

“Fira,” Galahad said quietly. “I sense turmoil in you.”

“How?” She looked up in surprise.

“Your magic is off balance.” He shrugged and scooted over so he was next to the warlock. “I don't know how else to explain it.”

“I can't explain it.”

Galahad nodded and looked into the fire, playing with a piece of grass in his fingers. “Can't​? Or won't.”

“I cannot tell you,” she hissed, both in frustration and trepidation. Fira sighed. “At least not until I figure it out for myself.”