May 4th

"Do you think he's in there?" Gawain asked and he stepped back from the door.

"He who?" Arthur said on a nervous tone. He didn't really like the situation.

"The old man." Gawain pointed out.

"I don't think it's a good idea to enter. Let's go back! Morgana said to wait." Gwen tried to prevent them. "I'm scared, Arthur." Soon she acknowledged her mistake as she met his glance. He hadn't forgiven her or he was struggling to make her believe that. "Boys, let's get back!"

"Follow me!" Arthur commanded the knights. "Maybe, we could find more about this sorcerer. He may know why Morgana turned against us, after all."

"I haven't seen Morgana so happy and friendly for a long time. Maybe, I beg pardon, Sir, maybe, this sorcerer is…" Leon tried to speak his mind to the group. To say that a magic being is not evil was treason and he'd known that whole his life, yet he couldn't stop thinking they all could be wrong.

"Morgana is in fact a different person. She's so much like my friend, though much more confident and stronger. What if we're wrong about magic?" Gwen spoke for both of them. "Morgana said the old man had saved my life and he'd also tried to save your father's life and he may have changed her, too, saved her."

"I promised him I would return magic back. I never got the chance to speak with him. I wanted him dead and he ran and my father died...This is the chance. Let's go."

"You can't be so arrogant, Arthur." Gwen cried out. "You have no right to treat him like that. This is his house and I think we should show some respect."

"Fine. I'll knocked." There was no answer. The king waited for a moment then he opened the door and entered. The first thing they saw was a white little dragon between the pillows. It took them a while to realize the dragon was a toy. Gawain even though it was nice.

Gwen was captured by one of Morgana's dresses, a lovely white one Gwen had found in a carton box. Over the dress there was a bouquet of flowers and a photo.

There were Morgana and Merlin very happy between the branches of a pink blossomed cherry tree. They were both up in the tree, she sitting on the branch from the right, her long white dress making her look like a nymph and he on the other branch on the left, in a dark outfit and with a playful smile on his lips. Between them a dark cat with chihlimbar eyes was sitting majestically. On the other side of the photo Gwen could read the following words:

If one day I'll be too fat and too old to play this game, remember that years ago I climbed up trees in this dress.

May 4th 2014

"She's so beautiful." Gwen exclaimed.

"She has always been stunning. And she has always loved to climb. But I have the slightest idea how she managed to get there while wearing such a dress." Arthur pointed out. "Do you think she's back?"

"She has definitely changed. Maybe, Merlin could tell us more. But you must be careful, Sir." Leon warned him. "I can't understand her."

"Neither do I." Gwen said melancholically. "But I miss her." There was no answer. None of them wanted to be hurt again.

"This bed is pretty comfortable." Gawain said as he let himself sink in the pillows. He felt it was vital to break the silence.

"Gawain" The group shouted in a single voice. He took the little dragon and put it on his chest.

"The dragon is safe." He assured them.

"What if someone comes and sees you?" Gwen couldn't help worrying.

"Come on. This is our chance. Don't be so grumpy. Why don't you try the dress? I know you like it." He addressed to Gwen.

"It's not mine."

"We better go downstairs." Leon suggested. "Gwen is right. They offered as a shelter and it's not fair what we're doing."

"You're worse than MERLIN." Arthur cried exhausted. "I'm going to have another glass of juice. I really love this juice. Do you want some?"

"I have a bad feeling about this juice."

"Let's see what we can find next."


It was getting cold, yet the two sorcerers were still outside on the seaside, watching the waves going up and down.

Morgana startled as he put his coat over her shoulders. Merlin answered with a smile.

"Do you want to go inside? They must come here soon." The warlock tried to reach her.

"I guess you can't always have what you want."

"We can try, though. If you were to put an end to this war and…"

"And you? What are you willing to do?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Something. Anything. You told me we'd found another way, but I see no other way. Even if Arthur were to accept me, I can't give up what I'm. I can't hide and watch my kin die while I pretend that I'm not like them."

"Arthur will change it, but I need your help."

"When? I can't wait, Merlin. Come with me! We can build a new world. I will leave Camelot alone. I promise, but help me save my kin. Help me bring magic back."

"Arthur will…"

"I'm sick of your Arthur." Morgana burst out. "Why has he to be always between us? I'm not going to be thrown away again because of him."

"Morgana, don't ask me to choose!" Upon hearing that the witch stood up furious and she threw his coat at his face.

"You're a nobody...an ordinary peasant. You could have been somebody...I would have offered you anything you wish for…"

"What about understanding? You ask me to give up on my friend. I can't leave him. He needs me and so does Camelot. I don't care I'm a nobody. I don't want wealth and power. I don't need such things. All I want is you support and your understanding. Is it so much?"

"I don't need your promises, Merlin. Do something. Prove me your king is worth being saved! Prove me there is hope for magic! Make me choose you path or get out of my way."

"Give me time." He tried to negotiate with her. She knew he could see her tears and it made her feel vulnerable. Part of her wanted to let him see her, the real her, but he'd rejected her and it hurted.

"So it's Arthur, isn't it?"

"I don't want to choose."

"Fine." And she pushed him in the water. "Hope you'll freeze there." She cried at him. "And caught a cold and...die. See if someone cares."


"Finally, you come" The old Morgana greeted her as she entered inside the house. She'd been watching them for while.

"Let's go home." The old Merlin added. "Where is the young Merlin?"

"In the water." The old Morgana answered for her.

"Hope he'll freeze and die." Morgana cursed him. The old Merlin just laughed, which annoyed her even more, but the old Morgana advised her to stay calm. As Merlin entered, wet and shivering his old version couldn't help but bursting into laughters again.

"You have a lot to learn, boy. But first of all you need to get home, both of you."

"Come." Old Morgana encouraged them. Tension was still in the air, but the couple had seen enough to worry about it. After all, their younger versions were dealing better than they had years ago.

"I guess you want to know Acheflow's plan" Their reaction was as he'd expected. They were interested. He saw it in their eyes. "I'll tell you home."

Disappointment….