Author's Note: So this is my first multi-chaptered Merlin fic. It is an AU story dealing with the events that happened in Episode 8: Beginning of the End. Please be kind when reviewing and I will return the favour…and I have to say, thank you for all the reviews thus far! It means the world to me!

Disclaimer: The characters of Uther, Merlin, Gwen, Morgana, Arthur and Mordred belong to the mists of time; the incarnations that I am using come from MERLIN the television show and therefore belong to the BBC. I am merely borrowing them for my amusement and yours.

CHAPTER TWO: Merlin led Morgana deep into the bowels of the castle. They passed several guard stations and descended down even further. Despite the light and heat from the torch that Merlin bore, Morgana soon found herself shivering.

“I do wish that you had told me that we were going so far underground,” Morgana whispered as they carefully walked down the steep stone-cut steps. “I would have brought my cloak or something.”

“I’m sorry,” Merlin apologized as he wrapped an arm around Morgana. “I just want you to see this. It’s very important.”

Morgana rolled her eyes. “What could be so important in the bowels of the castle?”

But as soon as the words were out of her mouth they entered a great cavern and sitting there, as if waiting for them was the great Dragon. Merlin turned to Morgana and saw that she was as pale as the moon.

“Morgana?” he asked worriedly as he tightened his grip on her arm. “You’re not going to faint on me are you?”

Wordlessly Morgana shook her head, causing Merlin to smile.

“Good,” he stated. “Morgana, I would like you to meet the Great Dragon, Great Dragon, this is Morgana the—”

“The King’s ward,” the Great Dragon stated, his booming voice filling the great cavern. “And the finest seeress in Albion.”

“Seeress?” asked Merlin, not quite understanding what the dragon was saying. He knew that Gaius suspected that Morgana had the gift but to hear the Great Dragon confirm it was something completely different.

“Yes,” the Dragon began with amusement in his voice. “Morgana has the blood of the fey in her and the power of the old magic. It is not as potent in her as it is in you Merlin, but she shall be a great asset to you as you complete your destiny.”

“Destiny?” Morgana asked, finding her voice at last. “What destiny?”

“The destiny of Merlin,” the dragon answered. “He is to protect Camelot and Arthur…as are you.”

Morgana shook her head. “I do not understand.”

“No.” Merlin agreed. “Neither do I…”

The Great Dragon sighed. “Merlin did you not listen to me?”

“I’m sure he listens quite well to you,” Morgana interrupted. “But it is I that does not understand. How can I be a seeress? I possess no magic. Not like Merlin.”

The Great Dragon smiled. “Do you not dream things that sometimes come to pass?” asked the dragon. “Did you not dream of the Sidhe Sophia and help to save Arthur from being her sacrifice.”

Morgana bit her bottom lip and nodded. She had always dreamed things that would sometimes come to pass, but she had never thought much of it, not till now. “Are you saying that I am a witch?”

“No my child,” the dragon assured. “You are a seeress. You shall work good magic. Magic that can peer into the mists of time and see what possible paths lay before you.”

“And what path lays before us and the boy?” Morgana asked. “He is dying.”

“He should continue on that path that has already been decided.”

“But he’s just a boy!” Morgana exclaimed. “How can we let him die?”

“To let the young druid boy die would be to prevent a great evil.”

“And what great evil would be prevented by the boy dying?” Merlin asked.

“The boy’s name is Mordred, and he shall be the ruin of Camelot,”

“A city shall fall because of one boy?” Morgana asked not believing her ears.

“Not only the city, seeress,” the dragon pointed out. “But Arthur as well.”

“Arthur will die?” asked Merlin. “Because of the druid boy?”

The Great Dragon nodded. “Let him die, and Arthur shall live into old age and Camelot shall last much longer.”

Morgana and Merlin looked to each other in confusion, pain clearly etched in their eyes. Their minds said that they could not let the boy die, yet their hearts said that there was no way they could let Camelot fall and Arthur die. And so with heavy hearts they thanked the Great Dragon and made their way back to the upper world.