It was at the emergence of the season when Uther logged on to his laptop on a rainy Monday morning and opened up a specific document to his needs. It was time to run over the entertainment guide for the new season. Knocking his mug of coffee due to frustration, he picked the mug up with his right hand and rubbed his brow with the other as he began to read and condure his ideas. His son Arthur had put forward the main idea but as Uther was boss, the final decision was his. Uther's main problem was that the season was to begin within three weeks, when the first guests from across the UK would be leisuring at his camps and needed some form of entertainment and there were spaces to be filled, meaning a new entertainer.

Last year was perfectly fine. He had his main entertainers - his son Arthur, Gwaine the Irishman, extremely tall but gentle Percival - who was brilliant with the kids as well as a hit with the ladies - not that the others weren't and Leon, who was a favourite among many. Joining them was his daughter Morgana and her half-sister Morgause. Both were good entertainers but seemed a little sinister, Morgause more than Morgana. On two of the seven nights they had a guest performer at the clubs. Last year he had Mithian and Helen. Helen was to continue on into this season but because Mithian had now passed her degree and had managed to get a full-time job in Kent, Mithian wouldn't be returning. It wouldn't be right for Helen to do both nights, especially when it's the same programme she would be performing. Uther had an idea, but would have to call a meeting first to confirm it with Bayard, Agravaine and Arthur, he managers of the other three camps. Uther was the owner and creator of Camelot Holidays, himself running Albion Park, Arthur running Camelot, Agravaine had Avalon and Bayard had Mercia to run.

The three arrived early to the bar on the Tuesday morning where Uther was to meet them. Taking a table and bringing over a round of drinks - Uther asking Elyan to turn off the television otherwise the four would get interested with Sky Sports News being on - Uther began the meeting.

Agravaine lifted his pint of lager off the tray and took a sip, questioning the reason for the meeting. 'So, what's the deal then?'

Uther waited for the others to take a sip, or a few gulps in Arthur's case before he broke the news. 'I've hired a man called Merlin. Merlin will work at Camelot on Tuesday's and perform at Albion Park on Saturday's. I'm trusting all of you will have your teams to promote him.'

Agravaine continued, interesting about this Merlin. 'And so Helen will do the opposite nights?'

'Obviously.'

As the others talked amongst themselves, Arthur was brooding over the name of Merlin. Was Merlin just a stage name or his actual name? Then he realised from the name what his chosen path was and knocked his glass to the table, little droplets of beer jumping out of the glass. 'He's a magician!'

'He prefers illusionist Arthur.'

'Oh bloody hell. Who's going to fall for him?'

'Remember Arthur this is family entertainment. The majority of people who are here are families with young children. He'd be perfect for them, and they always fall for that stuff. He's talented for his age.'

Elyan was listening from the bar and became intrigued with the discussion, shouting from across. 'You've seen him perform?'

'As a matter of fact I have. He performed at another camp last year whilst he was touring. His tricks seem as if magic is real.'

'Magic isn't real and we all know that.'

'It's my decision Arthur and I've agreed to hire him.'

'And which camp will he be risiding at?' Uther said nothing and Arthur got the hint, the legs of his chair squeaking against the wooden flooring as he held his hand in his hands. 'Dad did you have to?'

'Arthur he's young and near enough your age. I thought it'd be easier for the pair of you to get along.'

'Where on the camp is he?'

'A9.'

'Next bloody door. Thanks a lot dad.' Arthur got up out of his seat, slugged the remainder of his pint and left the bar, glass empty on the table. 'Well, everything should be sorted then.'

Across the mainland in a poxy, rainy hamlet called Ealdor, a half-asleep Merlin fell out of bed from the ear-splitting sound of his car alarm going off. At the age of 20, Merlin was still living with his mother and trying to find a stable job to keep a roof under his and his mother's head. He did a tour last year of his act and that gave earned him some money, but it wasn't enough to keep them going for the rest of the year. He'd applied for the job of guest entertainer, and was still waiting for the confirmation of whether the job was his or not.

'Merlin! How do you turn this alarm off?' Merlin groaned as he got up off the floor, found the first pair of bottoms available and dragged himself downstairs. He snatched his car keys off the table, opening the front door to turn the car alarm off. Once all was silent again, Merlin dropped the keys on the kitchen table and went for the stairs. 'Merlin? You better check your emails or starting looking elsewhere.'

'All right! I'm going for a shower first.'

'Oh and we've got no hot water coming through so a wash-down it will have to be. I'll heat you some water on the stove and bring it up to you.'

'Great,' Merlin flashed a fake smile and went for the stairs.

After his wash and shave, Merlin logged on to his computer and inserted the dongle into the USB drive. Clicking on connect, he was there for five minutes trying to receive a signal. Once connected to the net, he opened up Internet Explorer to be displayed with 'Internet Explorer cannot open the webpage.'

'Shit! No flipping signal!' Merlin turned off the computer and removed the dongle before finding a pair of trainers and heading downstairs for his raincoat. 'Mum, I'm going down the library. I can't get a signal up here.'

'What do you expect? It's raining.'

'Does it do anything else?'

'Merlin, we live in Wales. The sun is about as rare as the UK seeing snow on Christmas Day. We have to live with it.' Becuase of the rain, Merlin was tempted to use the car, but because he didn't want to waste fuel, he drew his hood up and grabbed his umbrella with his wallet. A small walk down the lane into the village centre would get him to the library. Although there was only two computers there and only a handful of books, the signal there was much better than Merlin's dongle at home. Walking up to the desk as he shook the umbrella and pulled his hood down, he came face to face with the librarian, William.

'Morning Merlin. No signal again?'

'Not the slightest. A computer please, Will. It's just to check my emails to see if I got the job.'

'That job would do you good. You might find another entertainer to hook up with.'

'Please. They're all probably 40 and married or at least dating someone else.'

'Okie dokie then. You're on number two. Coffee?'

'Wouldn't mind thanks.' Merlin paid the pound and fifty and swung out the chair from the desk, sighing as he eased into it, taking off his soaked coat. Logging in, he clicked Internet Explorer and luckily the homepage came up within a minute or so. He clicked on the link to hotmail and signed in. The top email was from some job-seeking site trying to promote him to go back on their webpage and look for more jobs. The next was from Uther.

'Aw Yes!' Merlin punched the air, the chair spinning a little as Will brought over the beverage. Because he'd known Merlin for a such a long time, he already added the right amount of sugar and milk.

'Got the job?' Merlin needn't of answered, the grin on his face could tell you the answer straight away. 'Well done mate. So what's this camp like?'

'Well, I'm working on two camps. But I'll be living on Camelot Camp.'

'Well let's look at the website then. Show us the goods.' Merlin typed . into the url box and pressed enter. On the home page was the usual, buttons for booking and various other links. Merlin clicked on the history and began reading, Will not as interested as before.

'Oh for crying out loud, give that me that!' Will snatched the mouse off Merlin and clicked on the staff button, amused to see who works there and what they do. The page contained several pictures of people and their positions. Clicking on the faces led to their own page that gave you details on where they are from and a little more about their history of working there. At the top of the page was Uther, and beneath was Arthur, Agravaine and Bayard. Underneath them was everyone else. Both were observing everyone's faces, trying to guess their jobs before hovering over their image.

'That one is gorgeous,' Will commented, hoping that Merlin would agree. Will never actually mentioned which particular person and so Merlin just hummed along, Merlin admiring someone completely different.

'Yes he is.'

Will was bemused, wondering what Merlin was on about, and nugged him to stop daydreaming. 'Who is?'

'Who are you on about?'

'Her,' Will notioned, his finger an inch from the screen, hovering over one lady with ebony hair. Her name came up as Morgana Pendragon, 21 from Dublin, Ireland and that she was an entertainer and had been working there for 2 years. 'She must be Uther's daughter. Unless she's married to Uther's son.'

'Oh, I was on about someone else.'

'Who?'

'Him.' Merlin pointed towards the top of the page, finger hovering over a blonde male. 'And him!' Refering to another male with shaggy brown hair with a hint of stubble, 'and her' pointing to a gentle young lady of long brown hair.

'You like Arthur?'

'What's not to like.' Merlin hovered over Arthur's image. His name was Arthur Pendragon and he was 22. Son to Uther, he was the manager of Camelot Park as well as an entertainer. He came from the local area but had lived in London for a while and he'd been working there for a year.

'But of course yours is attractive too,' Merlin quickly added.

'You think everyone is attractive Merlin.'

Merlin smirked, 'the manager and his other minions aren't.'

'Oh ha ha.' A whisp of wind blew in their direction as Mrs Byrd and Mrs Baines came through, their trolley shoppers behind them as Will stretched. 'Let me see to the ladies and I'll be back.' Merlin continued on researching his new home, occasionally clicking back to Arthur's page, scrolling through the photos of him.