Note from the Author: Hey guys, I promised you a story and here it is. It's my first time writing a fanfic so please review, review, review!

I won't say be nice, what a silly thing to say? Just please make your criticism (if there is any :P) constructive. Thanx.

More to follow........

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Arthur was bored.

He had been couped up for the past week as bucket after bucket of rain fell outside.

Though the rain was boring and depressing it was a pleasant change from the weather Camelot had been experiencing for the past four months.

This summer had been a particularly hot and dry one with multiple heat waves and very little rain.

Due to this Camelot had quickly become a dust bowl, the plant life not used to such conditions.

The earth had begun to crack and all the rivers and creeks in the surrounding country had become tepid and vile due to the heat and lack of flow.

Even so they all had to be diverted to farms so that food could continue being produced.

This had caused the forest to begin to die back and the grass to become become dry and brittle. Yes, Arthur was definitely grateful for the rain.

It would bring life back to Camelot again.

However his gratefulness did not make up in the slightest for his current bored predicament and with that thought in his mind he set out to find Merlin.

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Merlin was glad for the rain, however as he gazed out of the window of Gaius's study at it he noted that it was abysmally ineffective.

The ground had become so parched that the water simply ran straight off.

As he sat staring at the rain watching it drip and run down the window pane, he felt a niggling at his consciousness, a drop of rain running down the windowpane at the back of his mind.

For a minute he considered it to be the dragon, trying to contact him through telepathy and he pushed the feeling away.

He was by no means feeling forgiving towards the dragon, not after the incident regarding the questing beast and his bargain with Nimhue, but the more he pushed the more the stream of consciousness flowed until a full out waterfall of unease appeared in the back of his mind.

It was almost like someone was giving him a warning that they were determined not to have ignored.

Just as Merlin was about to go with the flow (sorry I just couldn't resist a bad pun), Arthur slammed open the door and bustled through, removing and shaking out his sodden cloak as he went.

"Morning Merlin, good to see you're up before 9am on your own for once, how often would that happen, once in a decade?"

"Well if that's the case sire shouldn't you treasure the occasion and give me the morning off?" Marlin said trying to buy space form Arthur so that he could try to trace the feeling of unease.

"No Merlin, I think it's about time we did some sparring. We wouldn't want you getting bored now would we?

"But sire, it's raining"

As if on cue the rain suddenly stopped and a ray of sunlight began to creep out from behind the clouds.

Merlin groaned.

"There's your answer then, come on." Arthur said as he headed towards the door with Merlin grumbling good naturedly behind him.