*Comes out behind the pile of work*

Hi guys.

This has been a long time coming but finally I have got the sequel to Consequence of Love out. (Mini party)

Only problem we have now is that I am at university so it may be a while until another story comes out.

But this one is almost written and will be out in full to you guys.

Hope you enjoy.

*Goes back behind the pile of work*

Ages for this story:

Gorlois – 14

Clarine – 13

Gareth – 11

Lynette – 8

Amhar – 7

Maldue – 6

Isobel – 6

The Lady in the Lake

A boy ran as fast as he could through the forest.

He couldn't stand it when they did that.

Why did they have to do it?

They knew it distressed him.

The teenage stopped for a second to clear his head.

Not only did their arguing distress him, the power they gave off when they were angry was enough to make the druids leave Camelot's lands.

Gorlois put his head in his hands.

He knew he was special. Mordred had told him that many times before.

He is one of the reasons for peace.

Yet Gorlois always believed he was only getting half the story.

Well Gorlois knew his father was a dragonlord. The stories he would tell would be so fascinating that Gorlois had wondered why he hasn't seen on before now.

The stories of the dragon that attacked Camelot was his favourite.

How a small manservant could stop a thousand year old dragon made everything seem more impressive.

However Clarine's favourite had always been how Uncle Arthur went to save Aunty Gwen.

It was a good story and his father had shown bravery but it didn't show off his father's power.

Yet Gorlois found it weird that there were no stories that showed off his mother's power.

His parents were equal in power. His mother was just between at healing while his father was good with the elements.

Yet Mordred had told him that different sorcerers were better at different things.

Now that Gorlois had thought about it, he still couldn't understand why his parents were arguing.

Unlike his siblings, he could feel his parents magic more strongly. It would come so unbearable that he would just have to run away until the drumming noise inside his head stopped.

It was still there slightly now but it was less than when he was at home.

Anyway he believed himself to be the son of the forest.

Gorlois always felt weirdly at home in the forest. It either helped to amplify his magic or to calm it down.

Gorlois looked around.

He didn't recognise this part of the darkling woods but he had no idea how long he had been running from and now, from where he sat, he couldn't remember the direction he ran in either.

Gorlois put his head back in his hands and groaned.

This was not good.

His mother would be furious at him.

He knew his mother was more protective over him than his siblings but could never understand the reason behind it.

He was 14 now. He knew how to use his magic and a sword. He was well equipped.

This wasn't the first time that he had done something like this.

His father and uncle would always come and find him before his mother had a chance to find out.

He would always come back but sometimes he gets lost, like he is now.

Gorlois looks up and closes his eyes, trying to feel with his magic rather than by sight.

His magic was his sixth sense. Clarine was jealous that he had more power than her.

But sometimes Gorlois feels like he is more cursed than blessed by his magic.

Mordred says it because of his parents.

Two of the most powerful sorcerers to ever live. Any offspring are bound to get a section of their power.

Gorlois feels a pull to his left.

He faces that direction and starts to walk.

Yet he has had the time to clear his head.

But there were some of the other lords that would talk about him from behind his back.

Gorlois had listened into one of their conversations and heard that they thought he was born of the black witch.

He wasn't. The black witch was Nimueh.

Not only that they would laugh at his father's past.

Uncle Gwaine would always say that his father was a true nobleman. He was not noble because of money but because of heart.

His father was never ashamed of where he came from and he had tried to get Gorlois thinking the same way but it is hard when it's the thing in the way.

Gorlois isn't ashamed that his father was a peasant. It was just holding him back from being properly recognised by the rest of the young lords.

Gorlois stopped just before the trees did.

This wasn't the way home.

Out of the trees, there was a lake.

This lake was surrounded by the trees and in the background laid mountains.

It was one of the most beautiful sights Gorlois had ever seen.

Gorlois pushed himself onto the edge of the lake.

There he sat down and looked into the clear water.

He couldn't believe that this place had been untouched, or seemed untouched.

"Hello Merlin." A woman's voice said.

Gorlois sits up straight and looks around.

"Sorry you must be Gorlois." She said.

Gorlois stood up and turned towards the trees. He couldn't tell where this voice was coming from.

"Down here. In the lake."

Gorlois turned back around slowly, looking towards the lake.

He had to rub his eyes a few times.

"Why does he always have to be right?" Gorlois said sitting back down.

"I'm sorry." She said.

"You are Freya. The lady in the lake, as father calls you. Why does he always have to be right?"

Freya laughed. "He is your father. To you he always seems to be right because he has made all your mistakes."

Gorlois tilted his head to the side. "Yes but I don't think he had a full blown argument with his father that a lady cannot be in a lake."

"No, probably not. Yet that is the joys of the old religion. It works in weird and wonderful ways"

Gorlois gave Freya a half smile.

"Anyway you should probably be getting home." Freya said

"If I knew what way was home." Gorlois said looking at Freya properly.

She was a very beautiful woman. Maybe that's the reason that father saved her. Maybe there is more to the story than he is telling us.

"Oh Gorlois, you will always know the way home. Just follow your heart."

Gorlois stood up.

"Thank you." He said turning.

"Wait."

Gorlois turned to be on his side.

"It may not take you the way you think. You have a lot to learn about your family. Without this you will never know. Just don't be frightened by what you might find out."

Gorlois nodded.

"Also tell your father that I never stopped loving him." Freya said.

Gorlois was going to question her words when she left.

He started to walk.

Just great. I have to follow my heart home. May find out about my parent past and got to tell my father he was right and his girlfriend never stopped loving him. When the hell was father in love with Freya. He never included that in the story. He said she was a very good friend. Maybe that's all that mother would allow him to explain her as.

Gorlois carried on walking knowing he was on his way home.

Little did he know that home was south as he was going east.