A/N - Howdy! Just thought I should add an authors note to this seeing as,well,I'm the author!

I know this may seem a little strange and that not many people ship Mergana but I thought it'd be interesting to write about so, I did

Until next time...

Shants x x x

Dedicated to : PenMagic and MagicOfEveryKind

Prologue

A white fog rested above the thin strip of water known commonly as Gehyhrs Loch, a light breeze floated and fluttered through the branches of a Willow tree that clung desperately onto the bank, its long wispy roots dug deep into the red soil that ran directly parallel to the shore. The sky was occupied by a thick layer of opaque cloud, which broke only to reveal yet more white sky for mile after mile after mile over the plain. The barren wasteland stretched out eastwards, with Camelot to the North and Good King Annanuis' kingdom to the south. The tide washed against the partially swollen bank, foaming as it met the silty sand deposited by the millions of tides prior to itself before retreating into the shadowy depths from which it came, as if it feared venturing any further onto the surrounding land.

The place was silent. Deathly so. It was at least until, a little way off into the distance, a veiled figure approached the bank and squatted beside the shrivelled ferns. It stretched out a gloved hand and produced from within its cloak, a corked vile of amber coloured liquid which gave off a strange light in the dusky evening air. The figure removed the stopper and poured the cordial into the foaming waves, which rose and lapped the riverbank with vigour as the black figure began reciting an incantation

"Morgana in the mirror,

Morgana in the light,

No more may Lady Morgana,

Dwell in Camelot this night,

For the prophecy is tainted,

Easy for one to pause,

For only one of magic,

Could ever discover the cause.

Let her body lie in Elinir,

The prophet's work is done,

For Lady Morgana's heart,

Is a prize not yet won."

"And it never shall be" said the cloaked figure as he stroked a fern fondly, "For if Emery's were to discover the woman he is to kill, is the woman destined to also have his heart, I fear the prophecy cannot ever come to pass. She must die, and he must never know her true fate"

The figure rose and walked into the dense thicket behind him. The waves calmed back into their sleepy routine against the bank. But deep inside Camelot, all was to change and not all of it for the better.