I'm sorry to all my readers, but I'm not sure right now as to when the next update will be as I've hit a block. School work and such is getting in the way, what with a dozen or so deadlines around the corner, and my creative 'flow' as the hipsters would put it has been strangled to an inch of its life and is currently recovering in intensive care. I have NOT abandoned the story however (Spent too long planning the fucker to give up on it now) and I promise you that you will get an update, I'm just not sure when. For now, have some previews that I wrote but haven't actually put into the timeline yet nor have been edited! These might not feature in the final run, but even so:


Merlin quirked a brow at Gaius.

"I have four brothers, a sister and a father here in Camelot" Merlin told him. "I think I can say I'm well supported"

Gaius's mouth rose into a fond smile at her words. She considered the knights her brothers, Gwen her sister and Gaius her father. Her words meant more to Gaius than she would ever know.


"Look what we've got here, lads" The bandit sneered.

Merlin turned and glared at the men rising out from the bushes. Her stomach protruded and made her movements sluggish: Gwen had warned her not to go out with the knights anymore, as had Gaius, but her need for adventure got in the way. Perhaps she should have listened.

"I wouldn't" Merlin told them, placing a hand on her belly and backing away to here she knew Gwaine was gathering wood.

"And why wouldn't we?" One of the five bandits asked, leering at her full chest.

She lifted her chin and screamed loudly. Her scream rattled through the forest and the birds scattered. For a moment, there was silence.

"That it?" A scrawny bandit asked, peering around the forest.

Then came the distant sounds of bushes whipping. Someone was running towards them. No... more than one.

All at once, six men thundered through the trees: all dressed in brilliant red Camelot cloaks and wielding the finest swords in the land. With angry roars the knights slammed straight into the fight.

Mordred grabbed Merlin's wrist and pulled her away from the fray.

The fight was over in minutes.

Breathing heavily, with eyes blazing, the four men turned and eyed Merlin: scouring her for injuries.

"Are you alright?" Leon asked first as Mordred held her face and peered into her eyes, shocking her with how genuine the concern in his eyes shone. She pushed away Mordred's hands gently, sending him a small smile, and nodded to Leon, telling the entire group that the bandits simply made her jump.

Arthur stood off to the side, eyes fixed on Merlin as if expecting her to drop dead. "This is the last time you come out with us, Merlin"

It was a statement. Solid. No room for argument.

The knights all winced in sympathy when they saw her crushed expression, but none of them jumped to her defense. They knew it wasn't safe, this proved it. She was eight months along now: if it weren't for Gaius's firm words to Gwen, Merlin would be bed bound out of miscarriage paranoia that had struck the Queen of Camelot.

She felt Mordred's hand brush down her arm. Oddly the action soothed her.