Happy Easter, everybody! In honor of the occasion (and because this story idea wouldn't stop poking me while I was trying to work) I've written a short story for you guys! It's not as good as cookies, but if you're Merlin/Morgana shippers, your heaven has just arrived. (Just so you know, if I have to AU ship it will be Merlin/Morgana. They just belong together. ^_^)

With no further ado, I present the beginning of my story. Enjoy, and make sure to review!

A Surprise

It was a quiet, rainy morning in Camelot. The town seemed quiet as people hid in their houses, and those who couldn't get out of their daily chores were running in the rain, trying to take shelter in the nearest places they could.

Merlin was deep in concentration. He had just returned from the market, which meant he was soaked and shivering. But this didn't matter to him, as he stared intently at the round, white object in front of him. Slowly he reached his hand towards the small stick that sat, smoking in front of a stack of sticks just like it. He picked up the stick and brought it closer to the egg in his other hand, and just as he made contact –

"What the hell are you doing, Merlin?"

Merlin jumped, surprised, and a huge, black line of ash was drawn onto the egg. The stick snapped in two and Merlin looked around to see Arthur standing there, dripping wet and looking angry.

"Well?" Arthur asked in an angry tone, and Merlin hastily turned back to his project, taking off his jacket and trying to cover it. This caught the prince's curiosity and he came over, crossing his arms and trying to see under the jacket.

"I'm working on a project," Merlin answered in a careful voice. "It's a surprise."

"Whatever for?" Arthur asked in an exasperated voice. He looked expectantly at Merlin.

"For Easter!" Merlin defended, looking down at the bulk of eggs and sticks under his jacket. "I was going to make something for you, Gwen, and…Gaius."

Arthur rolled his eyes.

"At least get your chores done by tomorrow, Merlin," he said, stomping out the door and making sure to drip water everywhere before he left.

Merlin sighed, uncovering his project and looking at the egg that now seemed ruined. Looking to make sure that Arthur was gone, he quickly pushed an open palm towards the egg and whispered a spell. The next moment the line was gone and the stick had fixed itself.

He picked up the stick again, whispering "forbearnan medmicel" and the stick began smoking again. He carefully held the egg in one hand and began to draw with the other.

What could Merlin's master plan be? Next chapter let's introduce the lovely lady Morgana!

Just in case you aren't a diehard and have no idea of some spell stuff:

forbearnan – "to burn," has been used countless times by Merlin

medmice – "small," although this translation is rough because it is mostly used in an adjective situation, so I have no idea if "to burn small" would have been said in such context.