REVIEW

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Chapter 5

Morgana had gotten used to her new life quickly. She took on her responsibly as Queen eagerly. Now she ruled over people because they loved her, not feared her. It had been a major change, but she was more then happy to have it. In her free time she could go on house rides or visit the royal gardens. Her favorite pass was training with the knights. She would practice her swordsmanship or even throw a few knights around with her magic. It was great practice, yet sometimes she had to keep herself from actually killing the knights out of habit. Otherwise she would spend time with Merlin and listen to his constant babble. She had in fact kissed him a few more times but every time he just continued on as if it never happened. She was still confused about their relationship and she still felt in the dark. Many changes were made in Camelot because of the curse, but Gwen seemed the most changed by it.

It took Morgana a bit by shock of how different Gwen looked when she first saw her. She expected Gwen to be in bad condition, but never this far. Her 'memories' informed her that she had made Gwen into a noble and Gwen had her own chambers in the castle. Gwen was still depressed and most days she never left her room. Gaius gave her instructions to leave her room for at least a few hours twice a week plus Gwen ate dinner with Merlin and Morgana every Tuesday. Gaius said that her depression had already done so much damage, but hopefully getting Gwen to do things would keep her from swirling down completely and killing herself. Although, Gwen was dressed in a fine dress, not near as fine as Morgana's; she had hollow eyes and she was dangerously thin. Her hair was hanging lifeless down to her shoulders. She was smiling, but it was obviously forced. A small part of Morgana felt bad for her old friend, but the feeling past when she thought of Gwen on the throne.

She had spent a lot of time with the knights lately. Surprisingly, She actually enjoyed some of the knights company, or a least she liked to watch as the knights pestered Merlin. Just yesterday Merlin told her that he took revenge on them by turning their hair bright colors. Merlin had come back later that night covered in manure. For the first time in a very long time Morgana had a change to enjoy things and laugh. The creature she was forced to become to return magic was slowly drifting away slowly drifting away. The hatred that had hardened her heart and consumed her was starting to soften. She was forced to do terrible things for what was right, but it was worth every single minute. Now she had her revenge and she could move forward with her life. She would become the fair, good queen that she promised herself that she would become. Her dear sister would be so proud.
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Arthur Pendragon, King Of Camelot, defeated by a five year old. He had taken his shirt off momentary to wash up in a stream and Dawn had stolen it. He chased the surprising fast girl around until she she climbed high into a tree. He had attempted to follow her but the first branch he stepped on had broken. He had no other option then to wait it out. Three hours he had been sitting there and she still refused to come down. Any attempts to talk her into coming down to only get giggles in response.

He had been their for days now. Dawn had been following him everywhere. She ate off his plate, stole his things, and millions of other things. Not to mention that she chattered uncontrollably. It was not long before Arthur had become fond of the little pest. He was constantly putting her on his shoulders and tickling her whenever he could actually get a hold to her. She also reminded him very much of Merlin, down to her childish smile. It was a great feeling to have some familiarity where everything seemed so different.

His entire life he was told magic was evil and corrupt. Now he was in a village full of magic and he could not see a pinch of evil. The villagers were kind to him and he was treated well. Magic had hurt him in so many ways and yet this village was complete peaceful. Here magic was not feared but embraced. Here magic was nothing more then a talent, a tool. He still felt uncomfortable around it, but he was no longer flinching every time he saw an enchantment. Once he was even amazzed as a man made flames into the form of a horse. Perhaps his father was wrong. Perhaps there was beauty in magic.

He insisted that he help with the work, but apparently the magic did most of it. They did let him help with the hunting but otherwise he was a guest. He had a lot of time on his hands, which was a change from being king. He had explored most the forest around him and had gotten to know several of the villagers. Dawn had taken the time to introduce Arthur to every child in the village. He was sad to admit it, but he knew the children more then he knew the adults. He spent most his time either chasing Dawn or hunting.

Grandma, the old lady, had given little information of the curse. She told him that it mostly effected others and he instantly knew it was effecting Camelot. It was apparently some sort of memory altering spell. Someone had cast a spell and wanted to get Arthur out of the way. Arthur wanted to return to Camelot imminently, but Grandma said otherwise. She said the spell was not deadly and if Arthur stayed longer she could hopefully find out more. Arthur hated the idea of abandoning Camelot, but it was the best option. No one was in immediate danger and there was no point going back to Camelot if he had no way to save it. He could only imagine what horrible things were happening at Camelot at the moment.

"Merlin let go of me" Morgana screeched as Merlin hugged her. He was covered in mud and held her in a hug, soiling her dress. "Relax Morgana," Merlin laughed "I am going to have to wash it anyway. What does a little mud matter?"