Thank-you for reading :) I've got readers from all around the world, it's amazing! Due to my absence I am now writing as many chapters as possible to make up for it. Though I am starting my GCSEs (if you didn't know a big part of England's exams) so I will have controlled assessments coming out of my ears. So I apologise if there are weeks that I am away. I will try to make it up to you.

Leola winced as Merlin placed an ice pack on her shoulder.

"Idiot," Merlin muttered, "Just go to sleep in the sleeping bag. Why were you sleeping like that anyway?"

Leola blushed slightly and looked towards the floor, saying nothing.

"You're not creeping on me are you?"

"What?!" Leola's reaction was priceless, wide eyed flushed cheeks and an expression of complete and utter shock mixed with disgust. Merlin just laughed.

"I wasn't being serious," he finally said after he had calmed down, "Don't worry."

Leola said nothing and started to make herself tea. All she could think about was the safety of Merlin. Ignoring the pain in her shoulder completely she wondered what would happen at the University next week. They had one class together. She didn't know if she could protect him.

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Uther paced outside of the medical room. Due to the riches of the family they had their own private hospital next to the house. He stretched and paced. Arthur had slept badly and had bruising all down his arms. How could he play rugby now? Uther sighed, Morgana had laughed when he told her. She was probably the cause of this. It tended to be her.

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Arthur had his eyes shut, even though the ointment was not hurting him at all, he was thinking. Thinking about the night before, had that really happened? There was no way that actually happened right? His eyes opened to a charming view of the ceiling. He let out a long breath.

"Mister Pendragon?" It was the nurse

"Yes?"

"I am finished with your wounds, are you feeling better now?"

"Yes," Arthur got up and left, not even thanking her.

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Morgana sat hole up in her room on her computer, typing away. She stretched her back would be bad after this, though she kept typing, the words appearing on her screen. It was an e-mail to what she would call an 'old friend'

Dear my old friend,

I have good news. Luck has returned to me.

We will meet on the 30th of this month. At 7pm in the usual spot.

From

Morgana Pendragon

Morgana clicked send and sat back into her chair. The e-mail just laid out the bare backbones of the plan. She knew her recipient would understand everything and meet her very soon.

'The world better be ready,'

Sorry for the short chapter. Was really a filler, but the next chapter will be longer I promise. :)