I know, I know, I've been posting a ton of one shots these past few days, but I needed to get them out of my head! If ten minutes and 500 words is the price for my sanity, then I'll pay it. Hope you enjoy this one, as it's the first one I came up with. Don't forget to review with your thoughts!

Morgana tried not to show my shock as Mordred was pushed to her feet. "My old friend," she sneered looking down on the boy whose life she once saved. "Last time we met you tried to kill me."

Mordred's eyes showed the scene, but he was too filled with rage to think much on it. "I am here for a purpose, Morgana. I did not break stride to find you. I bring you the news you have longed for."

"Arthur's death?" Surely Mordred hadn't accomplished what she tried for so long to do. No matter how he looked, he was still the scared druid boy in her closet.

Mordred shook his head ever slightly, "The key to it. I was wrong to ever question your wisdom, my lady, and I wish to make amends."

Morgana knew the boy would never betray her. She loved him like a child, and all children disobeyed their mothers at some point. But all children returned home in the end. "Tell me!"

"There is someone you've been searching for. Someone who has always alluded you." The thought of her doom crept into Morgana's mind, chilling her more than the drafty castle.

"Emrys."

Mordred nodded, speaking firmly, "I know where he is."

"Where?" If Morgana could find and kill her doom, then she would have what was rightfully hers. She could have her throne.

"Camelot."

No. How could the world's foremost warlock be living right in the heart of her brother's corruption? Morgana didn't understand how he could possibly survive, because she wouldn't have.

"And I have his true name," Mordred continued, eyes burning with the destruction he would reap. "It is Merlin."

A thousand memories flooded through Morgana, as everything finally made sense. The foolish manservant who had never been foolish at all- of course he would be Emrys. It explained why he always stopped Morgana's plots, and how he'd survived so long.

It also felt like a million stab wounds in Morgana's heart. Merlin had magic. No wonder he'd known how to help Morgana, but why hadn't he said anything? She'd been so scared, so alone. All Merlin needed to do was show her his magic, and everything would have been different. They'd been friends, maybe even more if things had been different. They fought together. They worked together. Merlin knew Morgana's secret before anyone else, yet he never said anything. What would she have done, told Arthur that Merlin had magic? It would only have exposed herself, and then they'd have burned together!

The only reason Morgana could come up with for why Merlin hadn't told her was that he knew their destiny. Emrys, Merlin, was fated to torture and kill her, and he'd been trying to all along. He might have succeeded too, because Morgana's heart was broken.

All along Merlin had played Morgana, but no more. She would make him pay in the only way she knew how-with Arthur's death.

After all, Merlin destroyed Morgana's life, so she could only respond by doing the same to him.