Another night passes. I still haven't brought up Celia, though I wasn't sure If I wanted to, nor have I had the chance. Lately, Merlins been nearly obsessing over some magical thing he wouldn't explain to me.

"I've got it!" Merlin runs into the small kitchen room, holding a large booklet of assorted papers. He flips it open, rummaging through the papers, similar to how Gaius might do it. "Here!" He points to the papers, excitedly. I look at them, struggling to read the non-English handwriting."

"I can't read it."

"Of course you can't read it, you twit! It's in the language of the old religion, but I found it, so it doesn't matter if you can read it, cause I got it! It's here!"

I raise an eyebrow at the overexcited boy. I had never seen him this overjoyed before. It was almost scary. "Please, Merlin, tell me what the hell has gotten you so excited?" Part of me wants to ask about the name 'twit', but I push it aside.

"I finally figured it out! Oh, this has been bugging me for ages, let me tell you, but I just couldn't figure it out! It was so simple! There was a huge power charge, magical stuff, I doubt you'd understand, but I felt it. Someone, someone very powerful, mind you, used a lot of magic. So much, that I could feel it, as far away as I was. There are very few things that could use up that much magic, like, for example, temporarily creating a portal to the spirit world for a telepathic communication. I mean, it's brilliant! I could not figure it out! I had just recently been able to figure out where exactly this burst of energy came from, but why was my real question, and I've got it!" Merlin's grin grows even wider, as though that was possible, as he points towards me. "It was you! Well, it wasn't really you. It was Morgause, but she did it for you! Your mother! You spoke to your mother. Morgause must of opened up the spirit world temporarily. Oh that is fantastic… I should try that some time…"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything! Using magic like that would linger around for quite awhile, even for someone like Morgause. Imagine it being like a trail of biscuits. I can follow that trail of biscuits to find her!"

"Then we can ask her to help us…"

"Exactly! Now, I've mentally followed the trail for a little bit now. If I am to be correct, she resides in Elmet."

"The Perilous Lands?"

"Yes! We just need to run in there, say hello, and happy days!"

"...That's your plan… How do we even know she'll be willing to help?"

Merlin throws his hands up. "I haven't met her before, or at least I hope not… anyways, that's your job, not mine. I just spent the last week trying to track down one magical chick. Do you know how hard that is? What am I saying, of course you don't." Merlin slumps into the chair. "There was something familiar about this footprint though, this 'biscuit'. I've never met a sorceress names Morgause though. Then again, I don't always ask their names before I merrily destroy their plans to destroy Camelot…"

Yes, this Merlin was very, very different. Not only was he a lot more mature, and a lot darker, he was also flirty and some what cocky. Very cocky, infact.

"You don't mind if I go release the dragon do you?"

I stare at him for a moment, exasperated. "W-What?!"

He sighs, "Oh nevermind, we'll figure it out later. Come on, lets go."

"Go where?!" I yell at the boy who was already out the door, running towards the forest he had been in last night. I can only dread the fact that this might include that… witch.

"We're off to see the wizard!" Merlin nearly skips in anticipation.

"The what?!" I run after him, already out of breath with confusion.

"That was just a reference from bedtime story my mother used to tell when I was younger."

"What are we going off to see then?"

"Use your damn imagination you twit."

"Again with the twit! What is with you and that new insult. It makes prat sounds like compliment.

"Fine, you're a twat. That better?"

"No, actually, it isn't."