Author's Note: This chapter is rather short, I know, but the next one should be much longer.

Disclaimer: I don't own it

Merlin and Freya were the first of the group to wake up, followed shortly thereafter by Gwaine. As for the rest of the camp, they were soon woken up by Gwaine's singing,

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna…..Ow!" he was quickly silence by Elyan, who threw a boot at his head. While Elyan chased Gwaine around the lake it an attempt to get his boot back, the rest of them cleared up the camp. Once they had finished (and Elyan had gotten his boot back) Freya stood up,

"Is everyone ready to go?" she asked, Arthur looked around at his knights, who nodded,

"Yes, we're ready." He told her,

"Good" said Freya; she walked to the edge of the lake, holding her hand above the water she called,

"Bát onýwan æt oferferian ús oferfæreld" A boat rose out of the water at her command, she turned around to see Arthur and the knights staring at her,

"You used magic!" Arthur accused, Freya sighed,

"Yes, I used magic, how else do expect to get to the valley?" Arthur glared at her,

"Magic is evil!" Freya rolled her eyes in annoyance,

"Is a sword evil?" she asked, Arthur stared at her in confusion,

"Huh? A sword? What does that have to do with anything?" Freya rubbed her forehead,

"Just answer the question, is a sword evil?"

"Of course not, it's just a tool!" Arthur scoffed,

"But people sometimes use it to do evil things," Freya pointed out, "So doesn't that make it evil?"

"No, it's the person who's using it that's evil; anyway, people use swords to do good, as well." Freya smiled,

"Exactly," she said, "how is magic any different?"

"What?" Arthur had no clue what she meant,

"Just like a sword," Freya explained, "magic is neither good nor evil, it all depends on the user, some people use magic to do evil things, while others use it to do good. Saying that all people who use magic are evil is as ridiculous as me saying that all people who use swords are evil." Arthur was silent; he hadn't ever thought of it like that, Freya walked towards the boat,

"Now, as much as I would love to keep chatting, I believe that we have someplace we need to be."

Bát onýwan æt oferferian ús oferfæreld -Boat appear to carry us across