673 Years Ago

Merlin stabbed his sword into the soft earth, and looked over at Morgana and Mordred.

The last priestess was idly picking dead leaves and dried blood off her skin and dress and out from her hair, and Mordred was flopping down backwards, hand on head as he groaned.

Merlin stared at them, trying to muster some hatred but fell short. He was too curious and the question had been nagging him for centuries.

"How are you two here?"

Morgana hummed, making sure to look down her nose at him. "What?"

"You two" Merlin pointed to them both. Around them, houses burned and distantly, people ran screaming about wrath of gods. "I've always wondered but I never asked... How are you alive? I saw you get killed by Arthur, and I stabbed you myself"

Mordred wiped some sweat from his brow. "I'm not sure, all I remember is climbing out of the ground and having some rocks fall on my head. There was some kid there too, gods she screamed... never seen someone run away so fast"

"That's because I buried you. In my defense you were dead, its not my fault you came back" Morgana said, combing her fingers through her hair. "As for me I lost a bet"

The men blinked at her.

"You... lost a bet?"

"Yes, I gambled with something beyond your feeble comprehension and unfortunately lost" Morgana confessed, although it clearly pained her to admit her own defeat before her enemies. "What about you, mighty Emrys?"

Merlin narrowed his eyes at her sarcasm and shrugged. "I'm Emrys"

Silence.

"Fair enough. I'm going home, see you two later?" Mordred offered, hoisting himself up. Merlin and Morgana nodded, bidding him farewell.

The pair watched as Mordred walked a few paces, before disappearing in a dust of wind. After a few moments, they turned to each other.

"He's a strange one isn't he?" Merlin noted.

Morgana nodded. "Yes, quite" She caught herself. "But this doesn't change anything, Emrys! I still loathe you beyond words, not a single utterance can do my hatred justi-"

"I'm going, I'm going" Merlin held his hands up in a peace sign, taking a few steps back and, as Mordred had, disappearing into the wind.

Morgana stared at the spot Merlin had disappeared from and then crossed her arms. "Why don't either of them listen to me anymore?"

Now.

Morgana stared at the sausage on the end of her fork. Beside her and opposite her, Mordred and Merlin happily ate their food, barely noticing her sudden melancholy.

"I fancy a battle" She said, popping the bit of sausage into her mouth.

Merlin looked up, mouth stuffed, and made a sound not unlike 'Huh'.

"A baggle, ge nevah ag baggles ang-ge-more" Morgana mourned around her chewing. Mordred peered up at her, body slouched over his meal like Gollem over the ring. He looked over at Merlin, and the pair shrugged while shaking their heads.

Neither knew where this had all come from.

Merlin swallowed his mouthful and put down his fork. "We can't really have battles anymore Morgana... Twenty-first century and all that... it was bad enough in 1954"

"That wasn't me though, that was you two" Morgana pointed her fork at each of them in turn. "You left me out of the last proper battle, I still can't believe you did that... I would love a battle, I really feel like having one but in this godforsaken century the only battles going on are ship wars or wars we are forbidden from engaging in"

One of the few rules the three immortals had was a restriction from involving themselves in the affairs of mortals. Such things included marriage, wars and major political disputes. All three had united against slavery- Merlin having practically been one himself, Morgana having been kept in appalling conditions for two years and Mordred because of his early life spent as a persecuted Druid- but found they weren't allowed to stand in government against it. The Gods of the old Religion and New prevented them.

An immortals life is to be spent outside mortal life, in every way possible.

Morgana flinched as a wet, bean juice covered sausage was flicked in her face. Outrage crossed her face as she stared, wide eyed at Merlin. He grinned at her, and scooped some mashed potato onto his fork. He barely had time to release it when half a fried egg splattered over his nose and mouth.

Mordred gaped as the two greatest beings in all of ancient Brythonic history, and arguably very important beings in the entire world, threw their dinner at each other. A dinner which he had cooked for them. He huffed.

Casually, as though picking up a book, Mordred balanced his plate on his hand and swung it around. Mashed potato, beans, sausage and egg was smashed into Morgana's face: the food ran down her neck and into her top. When Mordred moved the plate, Morgana had a mask of mashed potato entirely covering the left side of her face.

He set the plate down calmly. Mordred looked over at Merlin, whose jaw was hanging with eyes wide.

"M...Mordred..." Merlin whispered.

Slowly Morgana lifted up her hands and wiped the food off of her face. Then, she opened her eyes and turned to Mordred.

She picked up her own plate and with a stony expression, tipped it over Mordred's head. For good measure, she rubbed the mash and beans over his face and combed it through his hair. She then wiped her hands clean on his shirt.

Mordred stayed still as she did this, knowing he deserved it.

Merlin started laughing. "You, you know those baby photos? Where the little kids have food all over their faces? You two look like that"

He ducked as Morgana's orange juice was thrown his way.

Sorry it's been so long since I've done anything for this story, real life has hit me hard. I will try and get more chapters up! For those of you that also read 'Cross My Heart' there will be an update soon, possibly in the next few days or so. :)