A row of farmers were travelling towards Camelot with their wagons. Most of them were hungry and tired whilst others felt wide awake with excitement brewing deep within their chests. This was the row an old white-bearded man joined along with his helpers. He had a smug grin on his face and a sparkle in his bright blue eyes. Travelling to Camelot at times like this was dangerous, but it was also a risk that every farmer that wished to feed his family had to take in order to survive. It was a risk that some with a slight different agenda agreed to take as well.

The travelers reached the gates of Camelot as the sun was at its highest. Here, a bunch of sourlooking guards were waiting to inspect their goods to make sure nothing and no one illegal entered the city walls. The white-bearded man was however not very satisfied with this process since it was very slow. He even made a grunt of annoyance.

A guard glared at him. "What'd be your business here old man?" he asked, crossing his arms. The guard was a very tall and seemed to care more for himself than others.

The old man made a face. "As you see, young man, I am travelling with this carriage filled with things I have spent my life growing and taking care of. Does it occur to you I might be here to make some money from these things?" he said sourly.

The guard glared daggers at the old man. "You better watch your mouth," he warned.

"Oh, could you just get on with it? I've come quite a long way to get here and earn my money! Will you let me pass through or do I have to keep on convincing you?!" The old man raised both eyebrows.

The guard simply glared at the old man, who was panting slightly after that speech. The guard took a long look at him, before he waved away the other guards, who had searched the carriage for intruders and suspicious items, with weary eyes. "Pass through," he muttered and let the old man gain passage. "But be careful. Not everyone here is prepared to show an old fool mercy anymore..."

The old man's answer was a snort before he took off towards the market place.

Then a fist connected with his shoulder. "Have you lost your mind?!" From under his hood, Arthur glared up at Merlin, who had used the aging spell to disguise himself. Beside Arthur were Gwaine, Cedric and Elyan whilst Alys and Morna walked on the other side of the wagon that Merlin was on. By the wagon in front of them were Percival, Leon, Elias and a few other men and women.

"I got us in," Merlin answered, rubbing his arm.

Arthur rolled his eyes with a frown, but didn't say any more.

"You should watch your blood pressure, Merlin," Gwaine said. "You are an old man after all." Both Gwaine and Cedric tried to suppress a laugh after that. Merlin just gave another snort and led them on. The lower town did not look like it used to. It was as if everything here had become somewhat darkened, like an eternal twilight rested over this place even now at daylight. The people that remained were poor and starving whilst only those who were selfish and cruel could thrive here. It was a grim sight and it made Arthur's heart ache. He became aware then how much he'd truly missed this place, how much Camelot still meant to him. This sight that met him only magnified his burning need to take Morgana down.

"We're here," Morna declared as they reached the market. Her voice was filled with fear, hate and maybe most of all determination. In this plan to save Camelot, Morna was to play a great part. She wore a dark hood that disguised her long blue dress. Wearing that she did not look like just a village girl, but a fine lady.

"Are you ready?" Alys asked her daughter, looking utterly worried and Morna simply nodded.

"I'm nothing but ready," Morna answered as they placed the wagons by a small townhouse. They were able to silently sneak away from them without any of the patrolling guards noticing in this sea of people.

Then it was Morna's turn to lead the way.

She made her way to the palace quickly and without hesitation. The look in her eyes was cold, but clear as she stepped up to the porter. "I am Morna," she said. "I wish to see my brother."

The porter raised an eyebrow. "Who be this brother you speak of?" he asked, tiredly.

"Mordred," she responded and let her hood fall.

The porter widened his eyes no doubt due to the stunning resemblance between Morna and Mordred himself and lowered his weapon a little. "B-but," the porter stammered, confused.

"Must I prove it?" she sneered impatiently.

"Who are these companions of yours, then?" the porter asked.

Morna smiled evilly. "They are all my servants. I shall need them all here with me." She gave the porter an expectant look, waiting for him to let her in. "Is my brother here or not?"

"No, Miss," said the porter. "But the queen is. She will see you." He called for another guard.

"Come right this way, miss," the newcomer said and lead Morna and her so called 'servants' into the palace itself. "Your servants must report in the palace kitchens. Then they can carry your belongings to your room." Another guard was waiting to take them there.

Morna nodded once. She received another worried look from her mother as she disappeared along with the others, leaving Morna and the guard for themselves.

"This way." The guard let her through aisles and hallways until they entered the great hall.

Meanwhile, the so called servants pretended to be headed for the kitchens, only they did not. What they did was to knock the new guard unconscious and carry him the rest of the way to the chambers of the court physician which Merlin used to share with Gaius. The chambers were dark and dusty, indicating no one had been there for a while. Merlin swallowed loudly before he began searching through all the small bottles and elixirs that was stored here. It was all so well known...

"Is it all here?" Alys asked as she and Allena made ready to make a very special potion.

"It is," Merlin answered as he handed ingredients to Elias who passed them on to the two women. "Everything is here... Almost...."

Arthur was the one to catch onto what the meaning behind Merlin's cryptic words was and put a hand on his best friend's shoulder in comfort. "Will you be okay?"

Merlin just shrugged it off, trying to send Arthur a sad smile, but failed. "We need to hurry," he said in a low voice. Then the knights and men were sent off into different directions since their job was to replace Morgana's real guard, but in such a way that no one would suspect them. A few traitors along the different posts helped them with that.

Morna had never been inside a palace this big let alone seen one before. She was waiting for the queen herself to appear and spent the time looking around this impressive place that was truly worthy of a king or queen. It was all very overwhelming, well almost as overwhelming as the sight of a quite beautiful woman with long dark hair walking towards her with eyes that - in spite of her beauty - could kill. In many ways this woman also looked old and tired despite her young age, however she did not look weak. A small smile played her lips as she looked over this newcomer.

"Morna, I presume," she said and began circling the young girl who fought not to seem frightened. "You claim to be the twin sister of Mordred?"

"It may not seem true, but it is so, Milady," Morna answered, straightening her back. "It is a long story and not many know; my brother and I were separated shortly after birth after the death of our mother. She was a druid, but our father was not though he had magic. He was the leader of a group of rebels that were against the ways of Uther Pendragon. One night they were all slain by said king due to his blind hatred of magic. He killed our father. It was in this fight, my brother and I were separated. I was found and raised by a simple village couple, until I became too much for them to handle. Then, I was off on my own, lost for a while, until I was met by a high priestess who taught me everything. She told me the truth."

Morgana's eyes rested intensely at Morna now. "What was the name of this priestess?" she asked.

"Nimueh," Morna answered. "But certain sorcerer got her killed; his name was Emrys."

"Emrys..." It was almost as if Morgana tasted the word as she made her way to sit on the throne. "He is a foe that must be defeated. He supports only my dear brother, Arthur." she as good as spat the last word.

"I see," Morna said. "I should like to see this king dead."

Morgana waved her hand. "Mordred is out on patrol at the moment. He shall be surprised to see you. He should be back in time for--" Morgana stopped herself midsentence, smiling suddenly as she glanced at Morna. "There will be a feast here tonight. Consider yourself welcome to attend."

Morna bowed and forced herself to return Morgana's smile. "I would be honored," she said.

"Good," Morgana said. "But now I must attend to another pressing matter. Not everyone here understands they cannot refuse me and 'forget' to pay taxes..."

Morna bowed once more and turned around. This time, as she walked away, her smile was genuine and a murderous glimpse was in her eyes.

Tonight was indeed going to be eventful.