Shout out to Thisaintausername for writing this, i just beta'd it.
Please Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Riding his pushbike down the muddy lane was a young boy named Merlin. He was on his way to see the Royal Pratt Arthur (for some unknown reason, probably to help do the laundry). It was a cold, autumn day with the wind just starting to pick up. Leaves were being lifted up and tossed around with bits of grass and dirt flying into his face. Shivering and cursing Gaius for not mentioning the weather forecast, he pedalled faster in an attempt to warm up and escape the cold.
"Hey wait up!" came a distant yell carried by the wind.
He turned (while still pedaling) and was greeted with the sight of Morgana hurrying to catch up, her hair tied back in leather band. Her face was red and flushed as she pedaled up the hill.
"Come and get me!" he replied as he passed the hills ridge and flew down the other side.
Morgana didn't reply, she was too busy watching the open gate up ahead. Merlin however was still gloating over his eminent victory and… SMACK! The wind caught the gate and blew it into Merlin's oncoming bike, causing him to fly over his handlebars before landing in the ditch just off the side of the road. Morgana snickered at his evident stupidity and rode past him just as he was getting up.
"Catch ya later" she gloated with a smirk as she rode past.
When Merlin finally arrived at Arthur's place Arthur proceeded to have a big hissy fit about him being late and getting mud everywhere, just like the 3 year old that he was. Merlin just gave Morgana a foul look and retreated into the corner to sort Arthur's clothes muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "Whatever, stupid yam". Feeling slightly sympathetic, Morgana turned to Arthur and smirked at him tilting her head gently to one side as she often did when insulting someone. "Arthur stop being a stupid yam"
Arthur has never been able to eat a yam since.
Yeah so, Arthur is a yam and Morgana is competitive. No difference. Again thanks to thisaintausername for actually writing this.