"Sic your dog on them," Morgana seethed. "I will put an end to Camelot's knights once and for all."

"I hope you die a painful death," Gaheris growled at Morcades. "You are no longer my mother.

"Nor mine!" Gareth spoke firmly, tears in his eyes.

"Gwaine?" Morcades spoke quietly.

In response the knight of Camelot held his sword up, ready to fight. Fira circled back to protect them from both sorceresses.

"Kill them!" Morgana screamed in anger. "I want to see them suffer."

Morcades hesitated, unsure of what to do. She hated the rest of them, the girl included. But her sons were hers. The blood in their veins bound them together.

"Fine," Morgana smirked. "I'll do it myself."

She stepped forward but Morcades shook her head. "You will not harm my sons."

The Green Knight turned and swung his sword at Morgana. She growled in anger and grabbed Leon's sword off the ground. With a fierce swing, she caught Morcades in the stomach.

Morgana smiled. "Then you will die alongside them."

The Green Knight began to glow as Morcades slid from the sword to the ground. Gwaine screamed in anger. For despite his new understanding of how evil his mother was, Morcades had raised him. She had loved him.

Morgana laughed. "Oh, Sir Gwaine."

Fira looked back and found that Mordred was standing behind her with her sword. Morgana met his eyes and smiled. Galahad, awake too, saw it and knew his fears had been realized.

"Come here, Mordred." Morgana smiled. "You did well! Bringing them here."

The other knights now sat or stood, dazed but awake, and growled as Mordred walked forward and stood beside Morgana. Fira looked shocked.

"What have you learned, my friend?" Morgana asked him.

Mordred looked at the knights, and then his eyes lingered on Fira. "I've learned one thing."

He drew Fira's blessed sword up and looked at it. Then with a quick movement, he thrust it into Morgan's stomach. "I learned that such hatred as yours can never triumph. And I hope that one day you will find the love and compassion which used to fill your heart."

Morgana screamed and fell to her knees. "You traitor!" She tried to stop the bleeding. "You cannot kill me! Only weapons forged in a dragon's breath can do that."

Mordred smiled and knelt beside her, the sword still lodged in her stomach. "Don't worry Morgana, this is not such a sword. But it was blessed by the Lake of Avalon, and those waters are powerful." He drew out the sword. "This will cause you much pain. Too much for you to recover from quickly."

Morgana's lip twitched in fury and she panted in pain. "You will regret this, Mordred. You will regret this."

In a whirlwind, she used her magic to leave Adney. Everyone stood in shock, but Gwaine and his brothers quickly recovered. The Green Knight, now fading quickly, stood to the side.

"Mum," Gwaine said pleadingly, sliding to his knees beside her head. "Mum please."

Morcades was crying. "My boys. My one gift to this world." She reached up and touched their cheeks. Her smile remained one of sadness. "So good. So pure."

"Mum, no," Gareth begged, grabbing his mother's hand. "No, you can't die."

"Gwaine," Morcades began, blinking to try to stay awake. "Gwaine promise me."

"Anything," he said, tears filling his eyes.

Morcades took a deep breath. "Promise me you will keep your brothers safe!" She winced in pain as her wound continued to bleed profusely. "Keep them safe."

Gwaine nodded, mouth pursed as he tried to keep the tears away. "Always."

With that, Morcades died in the arms of her sons, the Green Knight gone completely too. Her emerald dress was stained red with blood. Fira helped Elyan to his feet, but Leon already stood beside Gwaine. The other knight's hands were covered in blood. Leon laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on," he murmured. "We need to go."

Gwaine stood in silence, unmoving. Percival came up next, still slightly dizzy from the head wound he'd incurred. But he wanted to be there for his friend. The other two sons stood side by side, staring down at Morcades' body in shock.

"We need to go," Mordred urged. "We need to get off this island!"

Leon knew he was right. He grabbed Gareth and Gaheris, pushing them towards the door where Mordred stood. Percival took Gwaine by the shoulder and gently herded him towards the door. He took one look back at his dead mother before marching on.

Fira and Galahad went last. She picked her sword up off the ground and wiped Morgana's blood off. Together they followed the other knights. No one spoke as they navigated the halls down to the ocean. They ran into but a few mercenaries. Leon and Elyan dispatched them easily.

As their feet hit the sand and rocks of the beach, the company searched for their boat. Gwaine stumbled forward, still somewhat dizzy from his crash against the wall, and the events that followed.

Eventually they reached the boat in the dark, Fira using her magic to illuminate their way. Gwaine got in quickly and took the oars.

"Come on," Gwaine grunted.

They all climbed in and slowly the boat moved from the shore back to the mainland. The rhythmic paddling almost rocked Fira to sleep, along with the lack of talking. She couldn't see Gwaine's face, only his silhouette in the dark. He sat facing the far shore instead of the rest of them like he had done on the way there.

As they reached the port, Gwaine attached the boat and helped Fira out. After that, he walked away to find his horse. No one spoke until they reached the center of town. There were no corpses to be found, and they caught sight of Tor and Morholt drinking mead outside the inn.

"So you won?" Tor smiled, lifting his drink in cheers.

Leon nodded. "The Emerald Lady and the Green Knight are gone. But..."

As he trailed off, they saw Gwaine striding towards the horses. He undid his pack and slung it over his back. Fira stood by Leon and Percival, her heart breaking as she saw the man head back to the docks. Tor and Morholt looked at them in confusion. As Leon sat and began to relate the tale, Fira wandered away.

She found Gwaine sitting on his own at the end of a dock, dangling his legs over the water and drinking a bottle of alcohol. Fira didn't say anything. She sat down next to him. Holding out her hand, Gwaine looked at her and he nodded in what seemed like approval.

Moments later a bottle of ale was in her hand and she took a sip. It tasted horrible. But tonight, she needed it.