Hello! Sorry this chapter's been posted a little later than the others but I was stuck on what to write. The episode Lancelot was on tonight so there are a few references in it to that. Sorry to leave you on a bit of a cliffhanger by the way. Anyway, enjoy!

The alarm bell clanged through the city. Arthur ran out of the palace with the knights and Merlin at his side. Morgana was attacking. The guards were already fighting the men who had entered the city. There had also been claims of magical beasts attacking throughout the kingdom, and it was certain that that had been because of Morgana. Merlin stayed close, hidden near the castle as the knights gathered in a circle, Arthur in the middle. Ella watched through a small opening in her window. Suddenly, there were low growls coming from nearby. "Defend!" Arthur shouted, and the knights & him raised their weapons. Large cats approached them, baring their teeth and snarling. The four cats lunged at the knights, who yelled and tried to attack them. A screech sounded from the sky. The victorious king, who pulled his sword out of the now large and dead cat, looked up to see a griffin diving towards him. "Arthur!" Merlin shouted, and ran to his side to get him away from the magical creature. "How did Lancelot kill it?" The king asked as the griffin missed and flew back into the air. "I...I don't know. I don't remember," Merlin replied, his eyes fixated on the creature. "Well try to!" Arthur retorted anxiously. The griffin landed near Arthur, Merlin and the knights, screeching whilst it slowly stepped closer. "My mind's gone blank," Merlin sighed, almost in tears because of his helplessness. Normal spells couldn't stop the creature, he knew that.

Ella was still watching. She didn't know how to stop it, but she knew how to send it back to where it came from. She incanted a spell that made the griffin fall back. It tumbled backwards, but once it regained its balance, it tried to strike.

Merlin gasped in pain as one of its talons scratched the back of his hand before it was sent tumbling backwards again. "Who's doing this?" Arthur asked. He knew something was different to his last encounters with the mythical beast. "I have no idea," Merlin admitted. For once, it wasn't him who was saving people. Then, Ella shouted out another spell that sent the griffin flying into the air. She did it with so much power that it was heard by the king. That or he saw how helpless the griffin was when it was being sent into the air.

Ella sighed in relief – they were safe. However, fear overtook her eyes when she locked eyes with the king. Even though he was on the ground, she could see he was looking straight at her, and she could see he knew. She quickly closed the window and racked her brain for what she should do. All she could think of was to get out of Camelot and fast. To just disappear. The king would kill her, she was sure of it. All those stories about innocent people who had been killed for using magic scared her so much. The only thing that soothed her racing mind was she knew she had just saved him, but he would probably persecute her for it anyway. She had to run. That was the only way to make things better. She had to get out of Camelot.

However, her chance to escape was shattered as Arthur and Merlin came in. Merlin looked worried, as equally worried as Ella was herself, whilst the king's face wore a confused frown. "Ella," he said in wonderment, "You have magic?"