Hey guys!

So here's the next instalment of 'Just Another Camelot Musical', where the spotlight is now on Morgana. This chapter is a little more serious than the last, however it's definitely upbeat and energetic while exploring some feminist themes. In saying that, I kind of finished this at some ungodly hour last night, and although I have proofread it, I don't trust myself. So if there are any issues, please let me know and I'll fix them up as soon as I get the chance. Enjoy!

Song: Sonic Youth's 'Kool Thing' (A 90's noise/no-wave rock song. Seriously, if haven't already, check it out!)

A/N: Just in case, the speech in "italics and speech marks" indicate the lines are still part of the song (there's a part of the song where lead singer Kim Gordon and guest rapper Chuck D have a bit of a spoken part). The text that looks like 'this', are internal thoughts.

After shrugging on a shirt and random pair of pants that Merlin must have folded up before his impromptu sing and dance routine, Arthur edged slowly out of his room, glancing around before emerging into the corridor. Never in his life had he been so confused. Never had the seemingly innocent faces of servants that passed him in the halls, curtseying and bowing, saying 'Good morning Sire', seemed so…duplicitous. He was on edge with fear (not that he would ever admit to it), expecting all of them to suddenly turn around and start singing another song, which would most likely lead to Arthur finding refuge in one of the alcoves. Where he would probably stay for the next week.

Twenty metres from his door, and Arthur's nervousness began to ebb.'Okay, it's been a good minute and no attack', Arthur thought. 'This is good, maybe I just might make it through-'

For the second time that day, Arthur was compelled to ask just why it was that things couldn't turn out his way, when he felt a strong grip on his tunic pull him towards an open doorway. He heard the heavy slam of a door and found himself plonked onto a wooden chair to which he felt his arms and legs being bound to. As Arthur struggled to free himself, he looked around and realised that he was in Morgana's chambers. However, instead of the typical luxurious decor and plush furniture that he remembered, the spacious room had been transformed into some sort of…Arthur lacked the words to describe just what he found himself in.

'No, actually' he thought as he noticed the multitude of people surrounding him, amongst whom he recognised servants and noblemen and women alike, all around his age, clothes ripped, jumping up and down to some sort of pounding and screeching music, 'lunatic asylum seems pretty accurate'.

As he tried to locate the door, he saw that the walls, instead of their usual cream colouring were now an inky black. The windows were boarded up so not a single beam of light touched the floor save the several lit torches that hung around the room, casting an eerie glow on the enraptured crowd.

Arthur craned his neck to discern the source of the sound. Where the bed should have been was now a cleared spot in the room where he recognised Morgana, her clothing in a similar state of disarray, her hair loose, playing what appeared to be a bass guitar with two other females on the electric guitar and drums. Arthur attempted scrutinise who they were, but found he couldn't see past the amount of raised hands that were flung in their air as the people around him danced erratically.

'Oh come on, first Merlin, now this?!' Arthur desperately tried to pull his hands out of the bindings, but whoever did them had the skill of a sailor. He had no choice but to partake in the concert, for the second time that day. Morgana made her way to the microphone.

Kool thing, sitting with a kitty

Now you know you're sure looking pretty

Like a lover not a dancer

Superboy take a little chance here

I don't wanna

I don't think so

I don't wanna

I don't think so

'Okay', Arthur thought, trying to hear his thoughts over the screams of the audience, 'I knew Morgana was a little aggro, but not to this extent'. The screech of the guitars, the relentless pounding of the drums, the dissonance of the music, they all conveyed an uninhibited aggression that he had never before seen in his adoptive sister. The lyrics, seemingly benign, dripped with sarcasm as Morgana sang them out to the crowd, who whooped and clapped their hands encouragingly. For the final lines, a small yet hair-raising smile broke out on her face as she told them, no, dared them to mess with her.

'Aha!' Arthur finally managed to pull one hand out of the bindings. 'Now if I can just manage the other one…'

Before he could free himself, the music began to die down as they reached the bridge, the defining noise being reduced to a hum. As if on cue, the people in front of Arthur's chair began to move, and like the parting of the seas, there was now an aisle between him and the stage.

'Well hey, at least I can see now.'

And what he saw scared the living daylights out of him.

In front of him, in all her gothic glory, stood Morgana. She was flanked by ('Oh God' Arthur panicked) his almost fiance, Elena, and Mithian, both of whom were delivering withering stares that made him squirm in his seat. Getting the heck out of the room was looking like a very good option to Arthur, and he hurriedly began to resume his escape attempt.

"Hey Kool thing", Morgana beckoned to him, "come here, sit down, I wanna ask you something"

Arthur paused to look down at his current stage of bondage and back up again. 'Really Morgana, really?'

"I just wanna know", Elena enquired innocently from behind her drum set, "what are you gonna do for me?"

"I mean", Mithian interrupted, her hands gripped claw-like around the neck of her guitar, "are you gonna liberate us girls from male, white, monarchical oppression?"

At those words Arthur lifted his head. 'Male, white monarchical oppression?' Suddenly visions of his childhood ran through his mind or him and Morgana sword fighting. In many instances Morgana's skills overpowered his, yet being forced to discontinue her practices due to her sex. Perhaps, Arthur thought, she may have been the greatest swordswoman in all the land, if Uther had let her realise her potential.

He recalled memories of his brief engagement to Elena, an awkward yet friendly girl, being forced into a marriage to unite their two kingdoms. Although Arthur was just as much forced into the political union as she was (much to his and Gwen's displeasure), Arthur was well aware that arranged marriage was a common fate for female monarchs.

And then there was Mithian. The woman he had almost married after he had banished Guinevere from Camelot. Why she (let alone her father) had not waged war on his kingdom after the sudden calling off of their engagement, escaped him. Arthur could only imagine the shame and embarrassment she must have faced from her people after being 'sent back', like a worthless package, due to his stupid decision. Although they parted amicably, Arthur knew that Mithian had good reason to resent him.

Arthur thought of all the lost opportunities, relinquished freedoms and individual pain that he, other men and years of oppression had not inflicted upon them.

He was no longer fearful for himself.

He felt shame. He felt guilt.

"Tell it like it is!"

"Holy mother of f-" Arthur swore, swivelling as best he could to see Morgause, mere metres away from him in the crowd, her thin lips pulled into a smirk. Arthur felt his stomach churn. He was not only aware of her frightening fighting abilities, but also of the High Priestesses' ability to inflict terrible cruelty on those she deemed deserving of it. He was also aware of the fact that very slowly, but surely, she was making her way towards him.

He needed to get out. Right now.

"Huh? Don't be shy", Elena taunted. "Fear of a female planet? Fear of a female planet?"

"Fear it baby", Morgause echoed, not once removing her gaze from his as she made her way through the entranced crowd, their shadows dancing on the walls.

The sweat gathering on the palms of Arthur's hands were hastening his escape. 'Almost there…' His hand slipped out of the rope and he quickly bent over and untied his feet.

The music began to intensify as he shrugged off his bindings and began pushing his way through the crowd to the door, which thank the gods, was open. He then wasted no time in running outside and slamming it behind him, eager to escape the judgement of the four women. Yet whilst he continued to run down the abnormally empty corridor, he swore he could hear Morgana saying, "I just want you to know, that we can still be friends".

Friends, that's what Arthur needed right now. Although he was still troubled by the women's message, he knew that he wouldn't be able to do anything useful for any of them, unless he made sense of just what was going on. And so without looking back, he sprinted off to the stables to see if the courageous knights of Camelot could give him a much needed hand.

A/N: Thanks for reading guys, sorry about the long-ass time it took me to update. Long story short, I have some very important exams coming up, so I've kind of been writing updates during my study breaks.

In saying that I have a few announcements to make (ahem):

1. The next chapter will be focused on the Knights. And if you liked my Backstreet Boys one-shot, then boy oh boy are you gonna like this update.

2. The following chapter will be centre on Gwen whose song I have finally chosen, thanks to the suggestions that were sent to me. Thanks to the whole lot of you who gave me really great song ideas; I'm sorry that I'll only be doing just one, but your reviews really motivate me to continue writing so keep up the good work!

3. Just re-read the line "current stage of bondage" and started laughing. That so wasn't intentional…or was it? ;)

Thanks again, and please post a review!