''Kay is taking long, do you think we need to call him?'' Merlin looked up from his paperwork as he heard Arthur's question. It was true that Kay was gone for a while, he knew that his son could handle himself, but that didn't mean that he wasn't worried.

''I'm sure that he's fine, but I will send him a text to be sure.'' He stood up to reach for his phone that was being charged on the table next to him. He unlocked the phone, but before he was able to do anything the sound of the front door being slammed open echoed through the house. Both him and Arthur jumped up, rushing to the front door and he could see Kay standing in the doorway. His son was panting heavily as he looked up in shock at Merlin. ''What happened.''

''The fireflies, they resurrected the dead!''

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[About thirteen hours earlier]

A curse left his lips as he felt the cold wind brush over his skin. He clenched his hand around the black fabric of his cloak, pulling it closer to his skin, trying to warm himself. He could smell the fire before he saw it, the flames lighting up the dark forest he was currently making his way through.

He entered the clearing, eyeing the man standing near the fire. Dark brown eyes looked at him as the man asked. ''Mordred?'' Mordred pulled his hood backwards, revealing his face. ''You are late.'' The other replied with his rough voice.

''The preparations took longer than expected, no thanks to you.'' He hissed back. He might not like Arman, but he was aware of the fact that they couldn't do this without his help. ''Let's set up everything before the others arrive.''

Arman didn't answer, but did as was asked of him and began setting up for the ritual.

Mordred himself reached for the little wooden box that so far was hidden beneath his cloak. A small smile touched his lips, they had been looking for this for years now and finally they had succeeded.

Over the next hour members of the high circle of the Fireflies started to arrive. They were with the four of them, excluding Arman, who himself was more of a 'freelancer'. The first to arrive was Alex, the man that he saw as his mentor. ''It's good to see you.'' Alex smiled at him as he gave him a hug. Alex might seem like a cheery man, but he knew the darkness that was in the man's heart. Alex's family was murdered when he was a teen, the murderer had been a self-proclaimed witch hunter, accusing Alex's family of sacrificing the daughter of the town's baker. He was still not completely convinced that there lay no truth in the accusation, but he knew he himself had nothing to fear from his friend. His mentor's hatred for non-magical people had only grown since then. He was the leader of the Fireflies. "You have it, right?'' He gave a nod in response.

The second to arrive was Jenna. She was a silent and stern woman and in the four years he had known her he had only once seen her smile, that once being when she was torturing a man. She was definitely not someone that you want to have as an enemy. He didn't know much about her, only that she was a refugee and had to flee from the witch hunts that had started in her own country. She takes care of all the weapons and assassinations for the Fireflies. He stared at the woman next to Jenna, she was young, barely twenty and starred in silence at the ground. He knew her fate and he was thankful, but that didn't mean he didn't pity her.

Gael was the last to arrive and he had to say he was glad to see the man. Gael was the man to go to if you needed something, he was also the one that send him into the right direction for the item that they had needed. The man had been wrongfully accused of an assassination attempt, being locked up for nearly ten years. During that time he lost his wife to another man and missed the birth and the first nine years of his only child. The man's green eyes always held such sadness. Gael brushed his hands through Mordred's hair, a habit that they had picked up years ago. He would have cursed anyone else that would have tried to do something like that, Gael was the only exception. ''Good to see you kid. We got a long night in front of us.''

''But one that we have been waiting for, for a long time.''

The other nodded and a sigh left his lips. ''I hope it is enough… Are you sure it wouldn't be a smart idea to get her involved. She has her soul and might also have already recovered her memories.''

''I talked with Alex about it, but she's not ready yet.'' Mordred answered. He wished that she would join, he used to care a lot for her. Maybe soon.

It was nearly twelve, witching hour, it was time for the ritual, it was time for them to fight for justice.

''It's time.'' Alex said, he didn't need to give any further instructions, all of them knew what to do. They took their places on every corner of the symbol that Arman had drawn on the ground. Arman himself and the woman stood to the side, their role would come later.

Mordred felt the wood of the small box beneath his fingers and carefully opened it. He was met with white wood, the piece was small, barely longer than the palm of his hand, he hoped that it was enough.

He threw the wooden box to the side and walked to the middle of the symbol, placing the wood on the ground. Chanting started, the ancient words started echoing through the clearing. He could feel the forest answer around them, they had carefully chosen this place for the magic that had seeped into the ground and for the dark acts that these trees had seen. He admitted that he knew the dangers of using black magic, but this was their only option.

At precisely twelve they could feel the air change, the magic got stronger. Alex eyed Arman and the woman, but never stopped chanting. Arman grabbed the woman by the arm and let her kneel down in front of the white wood, her hands hoovering over it and her lips formed a smile and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Arman stood above her, the light of the fire reflecting of the metal blade he held in his hands. ''Hear me forest, your kin lies here, wounded and robbed of its power. I am your brother, one of the blood guard that promised to protect the Triple Goddess and thus all magic. Once part of your ancient brother, this piece of the Rowan Tree wishes to be revived, so it can help us bring magic back to the world and to you, oh powerful forest. May the ancient blood of the High Priestesses that flows through this woman be payment for now.'' The man had barely spoken the last of those words when he pressed the blade against the woman's neck, a quick movement followed and the piece of the Rowan Tree that once was white was now stained red.

A low glow spread over the now blood soaked wood. Mordred felt that he held his breath, excitement and fear racing through his body as he feared for what the outcome would be. The light suddenly grew brighter, nearly blinding him on this dark night. The wood had now completely taken on the colour of blood and he could feel the power that it now emitted. They had succeeded.

''Did it work?'' He could hear Gael asked in a small voice.

''Well, one way to find out.'' Alex answered as he stepped forwards and reached for the piece of the Rowan Tree. He seemed surprised as he turned it around in his hands. His mentor then looked at the lifeless body of the woman and he held the blood soaked wood over her. At first nothing happened, but then the corpse was surrounded by red light. The dead woman started to twitch, first her fingers, then her legs and she soon pushed herself upright. Her eyes were still hollow, nothing of her was left in this moving body. It was then that he realised that he didn't even knew her name.

''We succeeded.'' He could almost hear the excitement in Jenna's voice and she stepped together with himself and Gael towards Alex.

''Told you I could do it.'' Arman said with a wide grin on his face. He was currently whipping the blood of his hands with an old cloth, clearly feeling nothing for the woman he had just murdered. ''I don't care what you're going to do with it, but I want the rest of my payment.'' A sly smile spread over his face. ''You know what, add 5000 to that, just to keep me silent.''

Alex turned to him with a murderous glare, clearly frustrated that Arman had cut in like that. ''As you wish.'' He turned to look at Jenna. ''Give this fine man his payment.''

A slight nod was all she gave as she walked up to Arman, the latter looking slightly worried at the approaching assassin. Mordred barely noticed the blade sliding out of one of her pockets before it was imbedded in the man's eye socket. ''Bloody murderer, how dare he call himself part of the Blood Guard only because of his blood ties.'' She mumbled the words as he pulled out her knife.

Mordred turned back to Alex, who was binding the piece of wood onto a staff that they had previously prepared. ''We have now truly remade the staff of Rowan.'' Gael said as he stared with pride at the creation in their leader's hands.

''We definitely did, old friend. Now that we have handled everything here-'' He glanced over at Arman's body. ''- it's time to start the second part of our plan. First stop, the cemetery.''

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Hello everyone, so the next chapter for this story. This time, as you have already read, from the perspective of Mordred. Just to give you guys some bit of backstory. For the people that don't know, the Staff of Rowan is the staff Morgana uses to bring back the skeletons in the third season (I did add some things to it). I have some ideas for Morgana's story, but I would also like to ask if you want to see her turn to 'the dark side' or not? Next chapter the fight with the undead!