A/N I think I'm setting a bad precedent for being influenced by my reviewers. But hell, you guys make this whole writing thing truly worthwhile. So, here it is. The conclusion to Spell.

Spell Part 3

"Gedrysnian ungesewen," intoned the sorcerer over the sleeping form of Morgana.

Before his eyes, she shimmered and disappeared. She was still there, of course, it was just that she would not be able to touch anything or be seen. It was as though she had been moved slightly out of this world and into the next one.

The sorcerer looked in glee at the latched windows and the guards outside the door. When her maid came in the next morning, there would be no evidence of her having left. She would just be... gone.

"Uther will be begging me to find her," he whispered to himself joyfully. "This is it."

"Aetíewan bétan," chanted the sorcerer over Morgana's sleeping form. So, he'd managed to coincide her disappearing act with the arrival of Catriona the troll and so no one seemed to have noticed her disappearance.

Her maid had simply come in the next morning, made the bed, sighed and stood for four hours staring out the window at Prince Arthur practicing the joust. Gwen hadn't even bloody noticed! Morgana would have though, surely, so if he just un-invisibled her then she could run screaming to Uther about how she had been unable to speak or touch anything for weeks.

"Gedrysnian ungesewen," intoned the sorcerer over the sleeping form of Morgana.

So, apparently, Morgana herself hadn't noticed that she'd been rendered invisible. She'd been too preoccupied with her own concerns to notice that she has suddenly lost form and substance for two whole weeks. Honestly, if these people weren't the dumbest, most oblivious...

The sorcerer took a deep breath. It was just bad timing, of course, but now that the Witchfinder had left they would surely notice. Surely. So, here he was, enchanting her again and, honestly, an evil sorcerer hellbent on revenge and destruction should not have to work so hard. I mean, it's not as though revenge paid anything. He was doing this entirely out of his own time and money and should expect to some sort of results for his efforts.

"Maybe I should just go back to cabbage farming," he muttered as he watched Morgana once again slide out of view. Patience, they said, was a virtue, but his was running out.

"Merlin, you probably haven't noticed this, being such an idiot, but there's definitely something strange going on in Camelot."

"I agree, Sire," agreed Merlin, agreeably.

The sorcerer, once again invisible and sneaking around the castle as before, pricked up his ears in hope. This was it, surely. This was what he'd been working towards. It had been two weeks since he'd cast his spell and even his capacity for patience was running thin.

The people of Camelot seemed unusually dense when it came to witchcraft being practiced in front of them and he wasn't going to expose himself like he did the last two times. But this time... oh, this time...

"I have a strange feeling, Merlin, that something's not quite right."

"Me too, Sire," agreed Merlin, again. "Maybe Morgana might have noticed something."

Arthur smirked at him and the sorcerer took a deep breath in anticipation.

"I don't have affection for her, you know. I don't. Arthur! Oh... shut up, Arthur."

"I didn't say anything, Merlin."

"You didn't need to. Hey, how about we talk about Gwen instead?"

"Oh... shut up, Merlin. Go and steal some more dresses."

"I told you, those dresses weren't for me."

"Riiigght."

"They were for... um... Bill and Ben. Yep, Bill and Ben. They like their dresses."

"Oh dear. It seemed quite an expensive dress. I hope they don't do plumbing in them."

"No, Arthur, I'm pretty sure they don't wear dresses... to plumb."

The sorcerer slinked away wondering once again if he should just give up. It had been months and nobody had noticed, least of all Morgana herself. He walked into the Throne room, this time completely visible, in the hope that Uther at least would finally notice his Ward's absence. How could he not after all this time?

"Where's Morgana?" he asked, suddenly, and the sorcerer's breath hitched.

Leon and Gaius shrugged.

"I'm not sure, My Lord," said Leon, "probably trying on dresses somewhere."

"Oh well, at least she's not yelling at me," replied Uther unconcernedly.

At that, the sorcerer snapped.

"Are you joking?" he found himself crying out, "She's been gone, GONE, for weeks. Just *poof* completely disappeared. Invisible! And none of you have noticed! Are you mad? Stupid? Insane? It's sorcery, I tell you."

He began jumping up and down on the spot.

"Sorcery! Sorcery! Sorcery! It was me! I did it! I enchanted her. She's invisible and I did it. My revenge is nigh, Uther, mwahahahahaha!"

He stopped suddenly and looked at Uther's impassive face.

"For God's sake, Leon, put him to death. He's either an evil sorcerer or completely insane – or perhaps both - and either way, we can't have him running around our Kingdom."

"Yes Sire. Hanging, decapitation or burning?"

"Decapitation. It'll shut him up the fastest. Take him away."

"You'll see, Uther," said the crazed sorcerer as they dragged him away, "I'll do it. I'll have my revenge. Mwahahahaha! Mwahahahaha! Revenge! Revenge!"

The axeman's blade came down upon his neck and, standing at her window watching sadly, Morgana suddenly appeared.

"My Lady," said Gwen with a start as she walked into the room.

"Hello, Gwen," replied Morgana sadly as she continued to stare at the headless body being carted away.

"How are you, My Lady? I feel as though I haven't seen you in weeks."

"The same as usual, Gwen," Morgana said with a somewhat forced smile. "Nothing remarkable has happened at all.