Alright. So I finally managed to get round to writing this. Sorry for taking so long- the kinks took longer to work out than I thought, and my Lecturers suddenly decided to turn in to coursework demons. Still, I'm ready now. Updates should hopefully be every day or two. Now, I know this chapter is short, but the next section just wouldn't work unless it was at the beginning of a chapter. Please let me know what you think of it :)

(p.s. Rating may change later on. Not sure yet.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. Tch.

Chapter 1

Blonde hair cascading in waves over her shoulders, Morgause turned her head, sharp brown eyes opening to lock on to the green of her precious sister. Finally, for the first time in several hours, she spoke out loud.

"The preparations are well under way. All is going according to plan." She paused, allowing herself these moments of satisfaction before all of her concentration was needed. "It will soon be time to progress on to the final stage."

Twin smirks met each other, and the sisters turned as one, making their way back into the bowels of the castle. Six months. Six months it had taken them to get this far. They had struggled hard, but the right words in the right places can make all the difference. And both women were masters of manipulation. In time, even many of those who had originally been content to sit back and wait- wait for the freedom which many were becoming sure Arthur would bring to their kind- had been convinced to aid the sisters in their plan. Because waiting would take too long. The magical community as a whole felt that they had waited long enough. And with their one link to the throne gone, it would be all too easy for the Prince to slip back in to his father's way of thinking.

And all it had taken was that single spark. The execution of that traitor Merlin. The boy now revealed to have actually been the 'Emrys' the greatest of prophesies had foretold centuries before. The sisters had followed the crowd in that respect- swallowed their pride and their hatred. Painted Morgana's would-be-murderer as a martyr for those who followed the ways of magic. As proof that the law would never change- that Uther's opinion would never waver no matter what course of action was taken. And doing this, it seemed, had provided them with the key.

The key which would assure their victory.

Because Emrys had failed. He was dead. And so magic-users throughout Camelot, and even those in other realms, had come together to accomplish what even Emrys could not. To return magic to Albion, no matter the means.

Camelot as it was would fall. And it was all thanks to Merlin.