*6 months later*

Morgana stared in shock at the mirror in her chamber. She gasped as she quickly turned around to face her sister, "how is this possible?"

Morgause swung her legs back and forth as she sat on her sister's bed. She looked at Morgana, a bored expression on her face, "what is it now?"

"I'm aging!" Morgana said in disgust. It wasn't noticeable, in fact it was a very gradual process that took quite a while to notice that you were slowly aging again. "It has to be Arthur. He and Merlin are the only people I've had contact over the last few months."

"Why Arthur?" Morgause asked.

Morgana looked horrified, "you can't be suggesting it's Merlin! My soulmate being a... servant?! Perish the thought!" Morgana groaned and ran her hands across her face, "this is awful."

Morgause shrugged her shoulders, "then do something about it."

Morgana grit her teeth and stormed down to the dungeons where Merlin and Arthur were still being held.

She came down just in time to hear their conversation. She heard Arthur speak, "we've been here for months, how has no one come to rescue us?"

Morgana smirked and walked down the steps, "oh, they have. We've just taken care of them."

Arthur looked up at her with a hateful expression. "I thought you said we were on the brink of war, yet here we are, months later."

Morgana sat down on the crate in front of their cell and crossed her arms, "we've been gathering more men," she shrugged her shoulders calmly, as if she was talking about the weather. She smiled sweetly, "besides, Prince Arthur, it's your lucky day." She whispered a quiet incantation while moving the fingers on her right hand. Her eyes glowed gold and the handcuffs around Arthur's wrists broke. He looked up at her in astonishment and she shrugged, "you're of no use to me anymore." She smirked evilly, "I have something much better in store." She unlocked the door to his cell and opened it up, "you're free to go."

Arthur looked at her in disbelief, "you're letting me go?"

"Yes," she said as she gritted her teeth, "now get out of here before I change my mind."

Arthur looked back at Merlin for a quick second and said, "I'll come back for you." He quickly ran out of the dungeon and outside of the abandoned castle. He stole a horse and began his journey back to Camelot.

Morgana closed the door to the cell and locked it, "I'm planning on it."

Merlin looked up at her, "why am I still here?"

She smiled at him, "like I said before, you're one of the last sorcerers left in Camelot. I'm here to persuade you to join us."

Merlin shook his head and glared at her, "never."

Morgana shook her head and made the 'tsk tsk' sound with her tongue, "I would've thought that you would change your answer after thinking about it for six months."

Merlin smirked, "I bet you'd like to think that."

She sighed and leaned her head back on the wall behind her, "yes, I would. I've heard a lot about the powers of the great Emrys. It would be a wonderful thing to have him on our side."

Merlin laughed bitterly, "yeah, that'll never happen."

Morgana glared at him, "why do you defend Camelot? What has the Great King Uther ever done for you?" she spat at him, "all he's done for the past twenty years is execute our kind. So why do you keep defending him?"

"Because I know that Arthur will become a great king," Merlin answered her honestly.

She let out a bitter laugh, "so kill Uther and get it over with."

Merlin shook his head, "if I kill Uther then that makes me no better than he is."

Morgana smirked and stood up to leave, "well then, Merlin, I'll just have to keep coming back every day until you join us."

Merlin glared at her, "I look forward to it," he said bitterly.