This chapter is a little short, but still really good. I shall also post chapter 5 sometime tonight as well. Enjoy.

Part-3 link

Part 4: GUINEVERE

    I tried struggling again, but the ropes were too tightly bound around my wrists, hands and my body. I looked up at Morgana. . .Oh no. She had that sneer again, which only meant mais trouble for me. What is she planning?
    All of a sudden she started chanting, “Al-Su-Tu-Dos-De-Sigue” then I saw it. Her black hair, pale skin and tattered black robes were changing before my eyes. I blinked and then found myself staring into a woman with dark skin, a silk dress, dark brown curly hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. My eyes. What? Then she spoke, I heard my voice chant “Sigue-Su-Me-De-Dos-Al-Tu”, I looked down to see myself transforming, changing. My curly hair extending into a matted mess of long, enrolados hair, my silk gown's material became tattered itchy robes and my dark skin became pale white.
    Morgana became me. . .and I had become Morgana.
    Suddenly the door burst open, revealing Arthur and the knights. A few moments I was relieved, Arthur was here, everything was going to be all right Morgana did not have time to set the trap for him to kill me. . .Then I remembered, oh my god. I'm now Morgana. Fear came over me to a realization that this is the trap. . .

ARTHUR

    We burst through the door to see Guinevere breathing heavy, standing before a sight I would never dream possible. Morgana, was gagged and tightly tied to a chair. Wait. . .what is going on? I thought we were rescuing Guinevere? How did she manage to do that to Morgana? Gwen stared up at me for a long time waiting for me to say something, but when she saw my silence she ran into my arms clutching me a little too tight. Why is she atuação like this? Am I not seeing Morgana in trouble and not Gwen? Is she pretending to act scared? I finally found my voice.
    “Um. . .Guinevere love, are you ok?” She slowly shook her head.
    “Oh, Arthur. . .thank goodness your here.” I put my arms around her, glad to have her in them again, burrowing my face in her hair. At least she is safe, but something's not right here.
    “Don't worry Gwen, we're here now” Elyan said, coming over to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “But, what should we do with you?” he said turning to Morgana. She flinched under his stare. . .Wait a minute, Morgana flinching? She's scared?
    “We should just kill her so she can't harm anyone ever again.” Gwaine said before I could reply.
    “Or, we could take her back to Camelot and give her the death penalty that she deserves, to be burnt at the stake.” Leon pitched in.
    “No, she is not worth it, we should just kill her now or leave her here to rot, alone and in the darkness of the tower.” replied Gwaine with enthusiasm.
    Alright now I needed to cut in. “Or. . .” I replied, using my authority as king to capture their attention, “we can let Morgana explain for herself why she accomplished these actions and give her a fair trial, like we would any citizen of Camelot?” I glanced at her face again, although she's my sister and she did this horrible thing to Gwen their was something about her I could not put my finger on that made her seem vulnerable and not a ruthless sorceress she usually was.
    I started walking towards her but something held me back. “Don't trust her Arthur,” Guinevere was cluching my arm, pulling me back, “you don't know the vile cruel things she did to me before you came. Let's not worry about her, leave her, she does not deserve your sympathy.”
    Ok now there was definitely something wrong. Guinevere is never this mean or cruel. She is always the one holding me back from being ruthless and demanding unreasonable, horrible punishments to those who practice magic. “Guinevere. . .you should know that the laws of Camelot state that if a person commits a crime other than treason, we have to give that person a fair trial whoever they may be.” Wait why am I telling her a matter of state that she decreed herself?
    “Arthur, this is Morgana we are talking about. . .if its one thing I learned while being here is to never let her speak. If she does, she'll cast a spell over you. I can not let that happen so please. . .lets get out of here” she pleaded again.
    I sighed. “Alright love, I just want to say a few things to her before we go that's all. And I promise” I continued, “I will not let her speak. Leon, Gwaine, Elyan, take Gwen out of here, Percival and I will meet you in the woods momentarily.”
    “But. . .” Gwen protested again. “Guinevere!” I told her, “go with your brother, he will take care of you until I meet you out there. Don't worry, I wont be long.” I turned to the knights, nodding my head, signaling them to be dismissed.
    “Come on Gwen, lets go” Elyan said leading her to the door. Percival and I watched them go, when they all left I turned back to Morgana. I stared at her for many long moments, studying her. Wait what am I doing? I wanted to say a few words to her and then be on my way. Right, think Arthur think, I told myself. I looked toward Percival, standing por the door, he was studying Morgana too, like I was not the only one who knew something was off.
    Then I remembered my voice. “Morgana” I said finally, “I'm not here to yell at you but I do want to leave you with this. . .” I took a deep breath, “Even though I don't feel like this is the right thing to do, I know its for the best because of what you did to me, Camelot and especially to Guinevere, you deserve every bit of what I'm leaving you with. I hope you understand that this is for the best, because I can not let you harm my family ever again.” She flinched at my words, but I continued. “However you are my sister and therefore my family which is why I'm going to leave a faca for you to try and get yourself free. But I will not make it easy because I need to make sure that we are well away from here before your let lose. Do not take this lightly, because if you ever come near Guinevere, myself or Camelot ever again I will kill you.”
    I hopped up and set the faca down on the floor por her feet, turned around and walked away, oblivious to the silent tears that fell down her face.