what it means to be good.

chapter 8: the lost forest part I

"when are we going to be there?" merlin asks annoyed. " for the tenth time merlin, you will see when we get there!" Mordred responds equally annoyed. The journey they have together is not a pleasant one. All because of a cryptic young druid and an annoying warlock. All merlin knows is that they are heading towards a place called the lost forest. Mordred is having a hard time too, a very hard time. merlin was constantly asking him question and getting on his nerves. He is seriously considering blasting merlin all the way to their destination. " ypu will see when we get there!" Mordred responds as he sharply turns to look at merlin with his eyes shining gold. Merlinds just raies his hands in the air  saying he won't pester him anymore.They are now following a dark path through high grass . " why is it called the lost forest?" merlin asks yet another question. "you will see soon enough." Mordred responds in a cryptic way. Again. They are currently resting at a camping site near a river that has a very fast paced stream. Merlin is sitting on a log and thinks things through as he goes through the previous day events. From going to war and ending everything to going on some kind of quest with his mortal enemy. How could things come to this. And the vision they saw in the crystal. Mordred saving Gwen? Morgana stabbing herself? He should be glad, he should be overjoyed. But as he was watching, he felt his heart ache and a unusual sadness wash over him. it's probably the left feelings he still has for his lost friend. But why did she look so sad. The single tear that streamed down her cheek, he felt like wiping it away from her and softly stroking her cheek and-, wait what? Did he really just think that he.... He shakes his head and realizes that Mordred was talking to him. " so we should be safe here" Mordred finishes softly and tired. Merlin just nods and opens his mouth " I understand but just for the possibility that I wasn't listening. Can you repeat what you said." Merlin says with a toothy smile. Mordred rolls his eyes and gives him a 'really' look. Merlin just shrugs his shoulders. " I said that we should take a rest here and sleep in turns, and before you say anything about 'killing me in my sleep' or whatever. I would already have killed you if I really wanted to" Mordred repeats his previous spoken words. Merlin nods at that and gestures for him to continue. " the place we are going is very..." Mordred is trying to find the right words. " let me guess dangerous, since when has a quest not be dangerous" merlin replies with a loud huff. Mordred jus shrugs him off and continues " it will be rather peculiar" Mordred reprimands as he stands up and leaves him with a incredulous look on his face. Mordred gets a sense of satisfaction as he leaves merlin boring into his back. He enters his already put up tent, he takes off his coat and lies down in his right side facing the opening of the tent. He closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep.

" absolutely not ! I will not ask 'him' for help!" Mordred yelled out loud in anger. Iseldir just shakes his head and sighs. "you must" he simply replies. Mordred sharply turns with anger in his eyes as he furiously walks up to him." you don't get to decide what I should do; you lost that right a long time ago." Mordred spits out. Iseldir kept a neutral face and put his hand on Mordred's shoulder. "this isn't about you young one. It's about Morgana. She will die if you let your hatred and pride come in your way. The enemy this time is something no one has ever seen before. It's a great evil and we will have to do anything to defeat it" iseldir said sternly with a more serious expression than usual. That got mordreds attention as he calmed down and looked over to wards where morgana lay. At the same time he noticed that Iseldirs hands on his shoulder started to tremble. Mordred knew that something really must be wrong if he was trembling like that. He slowly calmed down and looked him straight in the eyes." What kind of evil?" he asked fearing the answer. " it's a demon Mordred, more vicious than any other creature you ever seen. First we thought he was just a legend made from thousand years of storytelling but we were wrong. He is real and he is here. We don't know when or how or why, but we know one thing. The whole world will be in danger. This feud between humans and magic will look like child's play compared to what's coming." Iseldir explained. Mordred was in a state of shock. He never thought that about anything else but revenge and bringing magic back. That there is something bigger than their destiny out there. Wait, destiny! " why wasn't anything foretold or any prophecies about him. and the stories you talk about, I never heard of them" Mordred now asks with suspicious eyes as he backs down a little. " this answers are for another time, and they are not mine to give. You will have to follow your own way. The only thing I CAN tell to you my dear boy is go the lost forest with emrys by your side." And with that iseldir left a dumbfounded Mordred standing in the middle of the throne room. Mordred wanted to object but Iseldir didn't let him even utter a single word for objection. His anger got the best of him as his eyes turned golden and the windows shattered into little pieces. There is no way he going to ask emrys for help. Not him of all people. He shook his head firmly when a sound got his attention. He turned around and looked down " aithusa!" he exclaimed. She took a hold of his coat with her teeth as she pulled him towards a certain direction. He immediately understood whats she was trying to do and let her lead the way as he let himself get pulled along. He recognized where she was leading him as they arrived at the stone table morgana was lying on. Aithusa leaped on the table as she pointed with her snout at morganas face. He walked with quick steps on the side of it and looked at her. he sucked in a breath as he noticed that she is getting paler by the minute. He swallowed visibly and bit his lip considering all his options. The only thing is, there were no option only one and he hated it. Aithusa let out a sad whine and nuzzled her head into morganas side. Mordred looked up and knew he already made his decision. "emrys" he whispered bitterly. He started to walk back and took one last glance behind him as he shortly left in search for his only hope.

"Mordred, Mordred.....Mordred!" a very annoyed voice calls. Mordred slowly opens his eyes and gets up in a sitting position." What is it merlin?" he says yawning as he scratches his side. Mordred looks up at merlin and sees a very worried looking merlin. That got his attention and puts him out of his sleep completely waking him up. He takes his coat and steps out the tent. He looks around and eyes widen to the size of dragon eggs. " what in the world?". He exclaims looking petrified. " that's what I like to say!" merlin replies equally as petrified.