Long ago in the land of Camelot, a few rays of sunlight broke into the night sky. Because of that, a rooster crowed, flowers opened, and most of the inhabitants of the castle rose to start the day. One young druid, however, did not wake for a long while. It was nearly noon when Mordred opened his eyes to face the morning. He yawned and stretched, but then suddenly jolted up.
"Oh Shit!" he swore "I'm late for knight school (training)!" and with that, he ran out the door with toast in his mouth, pulling his shirt over his head. He had to get to training as quickly as possible. All was going well, until he rounded a corner and crashed into some poor person just walking by, sending them both on their bums on the go\round.
"I am so sorry! I was running late and-" he stopped and looked up at familiar blue eyes. "Emrys! Oh my god I am so, I—I um let me help you up." Damn. Why am I always so awkward?
Merlin scowled. Why does he hate me so much? Mordred thought. Merlin said defiantly. "I don't need help. But you have spilled Arthur's lunch. Is anyone around? Okay good." His eyes glowed gold and the food and the tray jumped back up into his hand. He looked at Mordred with curiosity. "It's almost noon, shouldn't you be out training?"
Mordred jumped. He had been staring off into space, or more specifically staring at Merlin. "Oh right! Um I uh I-Bye!" with that, Mordred was running down the hall again. Damn his cheekbones!
Eventually Mordred got to the field to train. Arthur was out doing kingly business, so thankfully Mordred did not get in trouble. He fought better than he ever had, mostly because Merlin was watching. At the end of the day, Mordred was alright, despite his rough morning. He would never do that again! He vowed to himself. Of course he did go that again, many many times, but it's the thought that counts, right?