Hello

Back with another chapter.

I hope you are all okay.

Sorry this chapter isn't that long. The last one is going to be a one off just because I had so much to write in it.

Now for the drama *rubs hands together*


Everything Is Not Okay

Lot studied the map one last time before rolling it up and placing it back in the closest. It had taken him and the Sarrum 8 years to prefect their plan. There were many things that they needed to find out before they knew what they had to do.

The biggest one being what Morgause had done to Morgana. But she gave that up easily enough when they had told her that she wished to get Morgana on the 'right' side. They didn't want her on their side, they just wanted a way to destroy the other side. He had found a way in which he believes that he can exploit it.

Lot left his study and headed towards the dungeons.

The prisoners they had would start off the process but he knew who he wanted to get. If he had the oldest Wyllt in his clutches, it would be mayhem for Camelot.

There was also the little problem of they had no idea what Camelot was doing. Every scout they had sent out had come back dead. Sometimes the dead can spill secrets but unfortunately, their scouts wouldn't come back alive to tell them.

They needed someone that was trusted to be inside Camelot's walls. But the more men that Lot sent over the border, meant less men he had for the final battle. He had fewer men than Camelot as soon as the druids started to join the battle.

There was also the fact that it was four kingdoms against one. Any of the other kingdoms would happily offer Camelot as many men as they needed.

Essetir didn't have many allies due to their stance on magic. Magic was technically legal in Essetir but it was looked down upon. The same old traditions carried on. Children were being abandoned everyday due to the 'gift'. Lot didn't see how something so evil could be a gift. It didn't help anyone at all. He could remember when Merlin used his magic on him and caused him to agree with the goddamn treaty of peace.

He was a man that lived for war. He feed off the fear and destruction it brought.

Lot jogged down the stairs as he reached the dungeon and went as far underground as the castle would allow him. He smiled when he saw Tor and Kanelinques standing by the entrance.

"Don't look so worried my friends." Lot said. "This is a momentous day. How many people can say that they have had these as guests?"

"Uther Pendragon can." Tor replied.

"Well he was always a show off wasn't he?"

Lot smirked.

"Is everything in place?"

He nodded.

"It's time to start a war boys. I hope you have the stomach for it."

Tor and Kanelinques followed Lot through the exit.

They all ducked as a fire ball was sent their way.

"Tut, tut, tut, that is no way to treat your hosts." Lot said sarcastically. ""I am sure your father taught you better."

Aithusa placed her wings around Custos and growled at them. "My father will find you. And you will realise why they call him the greatest sorcerer to ever live."

"Oh I am scared."

"You should be."


The hall was filled with endless chatter and laughter.

Everyone was celebrating Lynette's 16th Birthday and they all knew that it was going to be a long night. But that didn't matter as long as the ale and wine kept flowing.

Lynette was sitting at the high table, chatting to Amhar causally when she was given the last gift of the night. She turned and thanked the servant that brought it. She squealed with delight as she lifted the lid.

"Oh father, thank you. It is wonderful."

Merlin turned from the king to see Lynette holding up a necklace. His eyes flicked to Morgana before moving back to Lynette.

"I didn't get you that." He said worriedly. "Do you mind if I take a quick look at it?"

Lynette creased her brow but did pass it down the line to her father.

Merlin felt the scales attached to the necklace gently. There was no doubt they were a scale from both Aithusa and Custos.

He looked up at Morgana as she took it from his hands.

"It is beautiful." She commented.

Merlin dropped his voice to a whisper. "But I didn't get it for her. How did someone else get a scale from Aithusa and Custos?"

"I don't know." Morgana said, matching his volume. "You need to have a word with Kilgharrah."

"I think I will be having more than just a word."

Gorlois placed the box in front of him.

"This is what it came in." He whispered, joining in on the conversation. "Maybe it will tell you who sent it."

Merlin smiled at him and stood up, taking the box with him.


He knew that he should be in the hall with his family but something about it unsettled him.

The box was in front of him and Merlin couldn't help but worry about what else was in there. Merlin ran his hands down his face and scratched his stubble before opening the box.

At a quick glance, it looked as though there was nothing else in there but as Merlin looked harder he noticed the note stuck to the lid, out of sight.

He sighed. It scared him what it could say. He unfolded it and read it.

He knew Arthur was wrong to be so calm about everything. Because everything was not okay. It was as far as okay as you could get.

Merlin read over the note again and again but nothing seemed to make it better.

You should have looked after your dragons better.