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Me: *shouting in my house's halls* GUYS! DID YOU HAVE MY SORCERERS SUMMON "SANDY" TO GET ME TO WRITE FASTER? *blinks* Because it totally worked…

But really, it was really intense over here in NJ. I thank the Gods that me and my family are located in a high enough place. The winds where pretty fracking scary and actually moved the house but me and my family are ok. I hope those readers of mine who are located in the areas affected by "Sandy" managed to find shelter and/or kept themselves safe.

Me: *reads comments* *blushes up a storm and hides under bed covers*

Me: *peaks out from under covers* You people…. I can't even begin… Y-You- *Eyes begin to tear up*

Arthur: *weary* You're not going to cry are you? *see my eyes* Oh Gods you are! Merlin!

Merlin: *incredulous* For the love of Camelot, out of the two of us you are the one married! Have you no tack?!

Me: *still under covers* *clears up voice* Thank you. Just… Thank you. Truly, you have no idea what your words mean to me. Gods, I wish I could hug each and every one of you!

Me: *peaks out again* I swear, I shall make you all proud! Right now, by my estimate, I believe I can have my very first book by next year. And I'm very excited about the plot, so I hope you guys will like it!

Arthur: *still suspicious* So… You are not going to cry?

Me: *remembers the reviews* *eyes begin to tear up again*

Merlin: *rolls eyes* Nope. No tack what-so-ever…

Me: *under the covers. again* Mother says thank you as well….

ENYOY!

"Why aren't they here yet?"

Arthur could see those around the table staring and watch as their friend and queen trekked back and forth, her petite hands wriggling about with nervous and zealous energy. Dinner had been an interesting affair, what with him trying to explain to the best of his abilities the magic and the few feats he knew of his brother. Thankfully, Gaius had arrived at the dinner hall not two seconds after they had been settled and the elder physician had begun to tell of some of the adventures the warlock had been through.

It was incredible.

The stories that he had listened to, depicting a brave and loyal fighter, a soldier of fate, a boy come man as he faced trial after trial under the shadow of sorrow and the threat of death. He had listened to the tales of dragons and poisons, enchantments and snakes, quests and journeys to the very unknown, and sacrifices done in the name of the kingdom…

And it was only the first year!

It took Gaius the better part of dinner, speaking in between bites as all of them struggled to eat as they were enraptured by the wizened voice of the physician. Arthur felt as if they were mere children, huddled around the fire as their grandfather told them the story of a great and powerful warrior. And it made his heart warm as he saw a sense of wonderment in his men and his wife when hearing about his brother's magic. He was glad his father's hatred did not reach them.

But now - with dinner finished and a pair of reluctant eyes from the twins being led off by their caretakers – time had gone by, long enough that Arthur was now staring into wife's pacing body and wanting to calm her down.

"Guinevere, calm down love. I sure whatever they are doing is the most reaso-" But before he could continue, he immediately shut his mouth in the face of his disgruntled wife.

"Don't tell me what is reasonable or not! It's been well over an hour and they're still not back yet!" He tried to lean back in his chair with as much dignity as he could muster as his eyes fell upon the threatening finger pointed accusingly at him; as if he was the one responsible for their delay. "I swear, with the way both of you keep putting each other into dangerous situations it's as if you want me to die of worry!" Hearing the clear worry and desperation that was akin to that of a mother, Arthur knew very well not to try a placate his distressed wife any longer. However, it seemed that his brother-in-law was braver in that respect since he stood up and begun to walk toward her.

That brave fool…

"Gwen, just calm d-"

"You finish that sentence and I swear that a day of knight training will look like a walk in the forest compare to what I will do to you..." It only took one burning look to have the knight retreating to the safety of his chair.

"I'll just be here then?" And with that, Elyan simply sat down while Leon clasped his back with an amused look and leaned forward.

"When will you learn never to engage your sister when she's worrying?" Arthur heard him state with an amused grin. "She can be worse than a female Griffin protecting her young." Ah. How true that could be.

He and Merlin had the bruises to prove the fact.

"She's my little sister! I will always forget about that." This didn't fail to bring a smile to his face, however his smile quickly fell as he heard his wife exclaimed again.

"Where are they!?"

"Gwen..." Hearing this, Arthur's head snapped to the side where two figures had just emerged from the doors. The smirking face of his brother could clearly be seen as he was just letting go of Gwaine's shoulder. "There's no need to shout. We're right here you know."

"Merlin!" Quicker than lighting, Arthur saw his queen pounce at his brother, attacking without remorse and entrapping him within her grasp. Wide eyed and gasping for breath, Arthur merely felt pity for Merlin but made no move to aide him. "Where were you?! I was worried sick that one of Morgana's men managed to capture you! If you used your magic to teleport it should've taken you only a few minutes to get Gwaine! And about that, why didn't you tell me about your magic?! You didn't have to keep that a secret and let it burden you! You! I-!"

"Gw-Gwen... can't... b-breathe..." He's never seen that shade of blue in someone before. Maybe he should have tried to help him get away from Guinevere's grasp but thankfully, Gwaine had the same idea in mind. And a lot closer too.

"What," Gwaine stated with that annoying cheerful smug grin of his and opened up his arms in invitation. "no love for me?" Guinevere simply took one look at his slightly battered and bandaged form and took off running, leaving a stunned and gasping warlock behind.

"Gwaine!" Shaking his head, Arthur simply left Gwaine to deal with his wife's gushing while she and the others went to greet him and took place beside a still gasping Merlin. As he saw the clear theatrics of his brother, Arthur felt his eyes softened thanking Merlin's enormous heart. Without it, he knew that this man would've left him and the kingdom a long time ago.

There were still so many things he needed to know. So many stories needed to be told. And so many sorrows needed to be shared. Merlin had taken care of him and the others for all this time; he wished he could return his kindness but that would take more than his lifetime. But he merely shook his head from thoughts and placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder, earning a bewildered but welcoming look.

"I'm glad to see you two are ok." Arthur stated as a matter of fact, never really wanting to show his worry over him to others. "But why did it take you so long to get here?"

Merlin face seemed to morph from casual and carefree to somber and contemplative so fast that if Arthur wasn't looking for it, he wouldn't have seen it. "I had to take Gwaine to the infirmary as soon as I got us here. I couldn't waste any time trying to keep you all on the loop..." Hearing this, Arthur's eyes hardened as he looked out at Gwaine to examine him for wounds.

"What did she do to him?" At this, he could see Merlin's eyes further harden and the glacial coldness he had seen before had returned but now it was directed at their enemies.

He almost felt bad for them.

"One of my best healers managed to heal him enough for him to move..." Merlin's voice was as frosty as his eyes; Arthur could almost swear that bits and pieces of shimmering gold were trying to break through. "All bruises have healed and all broken bones have been set. But the fact that he is walking now is a miracle in itself. No matter how experienced or powerful a healer may be, there is only so much magic one can use on a body before it starts to be rejected." That was surprising. It was his understanding that magic could heal anything, do anything. Arthur supposed that with everything in the world, there were limitations to what one could do. Almost as if sensing his train of thought, he heard Merlin's voice continuing.

"Magic cannot replace or bring back something vital that existed before without a price," Now soft eyes had replaced the frost in his brother's eyes. "For now, Gwaine will need plenty of rest and food to let his bones heal and his blood to replenish." At this, Arthur rolled his eyes and gave him a knowing smirk.

"But knowing him, he'll harass half the infirmary until they throw him out." This brought a smile to his face as both king and warlock looked at the group smiling and talking with their final member. However that feeling didn't seem to last long, the weight of the trials ahead of them resting heavy in his mind.

"We will need to start planning our counterattack soon." He stated simply as his eyes refused to look away from the group. They were so cheerful, so happy to no longer have to face another death on their side. The upcoming battle could mean death and defeat on their side if he failed to come up with a way to avoid bloodshed as much as possible.

"We can start tomorrow in the war room." Arthur merely blinked at this. "You said you wished for the Druid chiefs to be at the meeting as well and I've yet to inform them of it. It will be good relations if the rest of my people see that we all are cooperating in a stable env-"

"I'm starving!" He heard Gwaine's boisterous voice echo around the room, as he clasped a hand upon Percival's shoulder. "Did you lot left us anything to eat or did our behemoth devour all in sight?"

Rolling his eyes, Percival merely graved the back of his head and ruffled his shaggy hair extensively. "Cheeky!" Arthur heard the quiet giant exclaim before his wife got in between the two with a motherly look and began pushing Gwaine towards the table. "Come on you two, there's still plenty more to eat."

To his side, he heard a small bout of laughter coming from his brother which made him break his gaze from the others. "But all that will be tomorrow." Merlin said gently as he patted his shoulder briefly. "For now, let's just enjoy our time with our family…" And with this, Merlin joined the others at the table letting Guinevere hover over him.

Family. They were his family. He didn't need to do take on the responsibilities alone. He and his brother would make sure to do whatever it was in their power to protect this family of theirs.

After a lively dinner spent partly trying to stop Gwaine from eating more than he should, the group had dispersed back to their quarters and punched in for the night. As morning came it had felt longer than it should, Arthur too anxious to rest for too long. Both royals where bathed and dressed long before the fortress awoke and after having finished their breakfast where now enjoying the sounds of the people rustling about. However, it was not long before the peace and quiet was broken by an all too familiar slamming of their chamber doors.

"I'm coming in!" Arthur heard his brother shout as he came inside covering his face with one hand. "Please tell me you're decent! My brain can't stand another scrubbing after last time!" Twin blushes could be seen in his and his wife's face as they remembered that embarrassing moment not too long after their marriage…

"Oh, do shut up!" He shouted as he tried to keep his composure but failing. "And that was your fault anyway. You should've known better than to barge in a room unannounced!" He could see the uncomfortable smirk on his face as he peeked behind open fingers.

"Why do you think I knock now?" Before he could even think of a retort, he felt his wife's hand on his chest.

"Boys, don't start now." She said while sending a pointed look to both of us. "Merlin, are the druid chieftains ready for our meeting?" Seeing the same playful glint in Merlin's eyes he could only watch as he gave Guinevere a proper bow.

"Of course my lady, everyone should be waiting in the halls for us." And with that, the idiot merely turned around and held the door opened for them his grin never leaving his face. Arthur heard his wife giggle at the scene as she followed him out.

"How come you show her respect and not me?!"

"Because you are still and always shall be the royal prat, my lord!" Evading a swipe to his head that he in no way was responsible of, the smug idiot simply stepped further ahead his eyes getting lost in the sea of his people passing through wishing him a good morning.

It was so refreshing seeing his dear brother enjoy himself, and it was clear that the villagers passing through could see the change Merlin had gone through. While they had still a lot more to cover and discuss between each other, Arthur saw that a weight had been lifted from Merlin's shoulders and it gladdened his heart the fact that he had a small part in it. Soon enough the trio finally met with the rest midway to their destination, Arthur seeing two new additions dressed in grabs fit for those of magic assumed that where the elders of the druid camps.

"Morning everyone!" Merlin blurted out to them as they were still a few ways away from them. As they finally cached up to them and he introduced the druids, Guinevere looked at the two with an apologetic look. "I hope you weren't waiting for us long." She said with a small smile which in turn, the blond druid gave her a kind smile in return and the bald one even hinted a smirk at her.

"Not at all my lady." Said Isledir after a brief bow to his wife and him. "I must say, I am quite excited to begin. This is a pivotal moment between you all and the magical community, one that my people see as the beginning of the Golden Era and the birth of Albion." At this, Arthur immediately sobered up at the weight of his destiny. He hadn't put so much thought before when Merlin mentioned their shared destiny but now it was beginning to dawn on him. He had his people but he knows now that Merlin trusted him with his people as well. Looking at his brother, Merlin had a calm and poised look about him that seemed to display his power but what was interesting was the fact that he gave him one confident look almost as if to say that he trusted him to do his best.

"Albion?" Arthur blinked from his pensive state as he heard Gwaine state the name in question. He merely raised an eyebrow as the scruffy knight turned to look at him with a lewd and knowing smirk. "Is that the name of the future prince? Arthur, you dog! It's about time you began to try for an heir! People were beginning to talk you know..." His eyes widened at what he was saying and his mouth spluttered in reply. Arthur could see the embarrassed look upon his wife, the uncomfortable look upon his knights, the calm faces of the druids and the laughing frame of his idiotic brother in the corner. Trying to keep his flustered blush away from his face, he snapped forward to clip his head from behind and whisper harshly in his face,

"And if you want to keep the same ability intact then I suggest you shut your mouth this instant!" Gwaine merely grin and ran behind Merlin's still laughing body before putting out his tongue out at him. Hoping to stop the upcoming scuffle between the two men, Isledir shook his head while letting out an amused chuckle.

"No young knight, the royal family is not yet at the point of siring heirs for the crown just yet..." At the pointed look Isledir threw at the couple – Arthur swore the druid was laughing in the inside at his predicament – The others seemed to have calmed down and begun to give him their full attention. "Albion is the name of what will one day become the coalition of all the Great Five Kingdoms." Hearing this, most of his knights couldn't help their astonishment, making Leon ask the question that was on everyone's mind.

"Is that even possible?" Isledir and Alator shared a knowing glace as Merlin had finally stopped laughing, content with just gazing at the scene with a serene look.

"Under the guidance and leadership of the Once and Future King, Albion is destined to become the epitome of peace and prosperity; a haven for everyone and all, magic-wielding and non-magic-wielding alike." Isledir began revealing the prophecy to the knights and his queen. AS he said this, his eyes fell on Arthurs and he could see pride and hope for him shine in them. "The Once and Future King shall become the high king of the land, his courage known by all as much as his heart; for it is his heart that will allow us to walk out from the bleeding shadows of our past free." At this, the group fell silent as Arthur could feel their eyes fall upon him, astonished and unbelieving no doubt but as he turned too looked at them, he was stunned to see their eyes shining with admiration, pride and honor directed at him. His eyes softened before looking away; he would make sure to make their faith in him true.

"We of the Catha have always heard the prophecies of a brighter future for our kind, but merely pushed what we thought as a foolish dream aside to defend our home and our people." Alator continued as his gaze fell upon that of his brother with what seemed to be guilt. "It shames me to admit that I almost fell into the darkness and let myself be fooled by that witch Morgana and attacked one of my lords' precious people..."

"Let's not talk about such things Alator…" Merlin stated calmly as he placed a hand upon the druid's shoulder. "Right now, it's time we keep our eyes on the future not our past. And I am quite excited to show you guys the War Room!" Arthur could hardly keep up with his brother's kaleidoscopic eyes as his mood shifted from one end to the other at the blink of an eye. What was before the epitome of serenity and regality was now a bundle of grins and laughter that could be seen in his eyes.

"Why?" Arthur asked, highly curious at what his brother was planning to show them. "Isn't it just the typical room with maps?" His only response was an impish grin before Merlin turned around and began to walk ahead of the group. Disliking not knowing what would happen Arthur turned his stare at the two druids silently asking for an answer but it was Isledir who sought out to explain.

"I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to answer that your majesty." He heard the druid explain with a small amount of mirth. "Ever since the fortress was created, Emrys has kept this particular room a secret from everyone." As he said this, the group continued to follow the manic warlock as they tried to guess what Merlin had planned for them.

"No one has been allowed to enter ever since; we were only allowed to leave the materials requested out in the halls for him to later move inside." As they neared a corner, a salted raven haired face peeked out from it to give them a mocking glare.

"If you're done talking about me, could you pick up the pace please!"

"Well someone's a bit exited…" Arthur found himself muttering as he heard the others snickering behind him, but the two druids stopped mid step as they gaze at him with serious eyes.

"And for that, Arthur Pendragon," Isledir began as both him and Alator held a hand above their hearts and bowed to him. "you have our eternal gratitude…" At the show of submission, he could only blinked and stare, never really expecting for the two druid elders to show him such kindness but even more so because he didn't understand why they were doing it in the first place. Seeing his confusion, Alator stepped forward and looked at him with astonished eyes.

"You truly do not know the extent of what you've done for him by accepting his magic?" Arthur could only shake his head in reply.

"A month ago, I was surprised by his presence in one of our main camps." Isledir began talking, his eyes a ways lost in his memories. "He came and we talked about our dealings with outsiders as well as the safety of our people. It was calming and reassuring for everyone at the camp to see Emrys amongst us worrying about their safety. Eventually, even the children began to approach him and asked him for stories or to play with him." At this, Alator nodded as if confirming his story.

"Aye." The druid chief continued. "Even amongst the Catha, whom are known to be one of the most ruthless and solemn magic users amongst our people quickly succumbed to our Lord's kind heart."

"However, we could see the mask that he had put on to hide the torment that his soul had experienced." Arthur could feel the shame and torture he had felt ever since that day return to him being victim of their accusing gaze. However a sigh emitted by Isledir snapped him from his thoughts as his eyes showed compassion and understanding. "I would not be so bold as to ask you what has happened between the two of you nor am I as naïve as to expect an answer. What happened cannot be changed and it would be foolish to dwell on such things. Fate is sometimes cruel in its workings but as such we must persevere against its trials."

"But now," Alator continued "for him to know at long last that you recognize and fully acknowledge his magic is as if you have finally acknowledged his full existence." At this, his eyes lowered to the floor as the weight of their words finally managed to reach him.

He could never hope to understand the kind of damaged he unknowingly inflicted of his dear brother. All the times he had given him hope with him thinking that his father could've been wrong about magic only to be crushed at the end of the day when he stated and reiterated that magic was evil and would never learn to trust it. Oh, how his spirit must have ached at that; knowing that the one person whom you wished to show something that was as close to your own soul despised the very utterance of its name.

"He has suffered alone for all these years…" He whispered as his heart ached for that of his brother. "How I wish I could've been ready for him sooner…" He let his eyes close as the others kept silent, not wanting to disturbed the young king.

"What are you lot mumbling about!" Arthur's eyes snapped open at Merlin shouting just a few feet away from them. "Do you really want me to drag you lot down here? It's only a few steps away!"

"Alright already! We're here; now show us this war room that got you so excited." An exited grin was his response as Merlin's hand hooked itself around Arthur's entire forearm, the warlock literary dragging the king towards the oak doors in front of them. The group merely followed them and looked at the door with an exited and curious gaze. Seeing Merlin shrugging off the annoyed look he threw at him, the warlock merely placed both hands on the handles and after a few dramatic seconds, opened the doors.

The room was breathtaking. As Merlin stepped inside, Arthur and the others stayed at the entrance to admire the layout. Where they had entered was a balcony, encompassing the entirety of the room's walls. The perfect circumference broke away right in front of them as dual stair, going downward to a massive opened space. As Arthur and the group walked down, all they could do was to stare around them in wonder as Merlin was standing around eagerly.

"Here we are then!" He announce as his hand gestured around him with dramatic flair. "So? What do you think?" The group continued to look around them, their eyes focusing on the massive array of windows around them. The windows where placed from the ceiling to the floor, letting the room light up with the rays of the sun. Their eyes continued to gaze out the windows, gazing at the massive forest around them before focusing on the main piece at the center of the room.

The space itself held a circular container, almost the same size as the round table he had created back in Camelot, but the table-like-container itself was made out of a thick slab of marble tainted almost a golden hue. As Arthur let his hands feel the structure, he noticed the carved designs alongside the border. On top of it was a deep indentation which was filled with crystalline water and if he was giving a guess, he would say some sort of blue sand at the bottom.

"Uhm…" Arthur began saying but was starting to fail to think of anything to say. "It's very… pretty… but where are the maps?" At this, he saw his brother roll his eyes and cross his arms in a childish manner.

"Bah! Figures!" He exclaimed as he gave him a pointed look. "I give you one of my best work and all you want are dusty old maps!" He and the others would only stare at the warlock as if he had lost his mind.

"Emrys…" The others turned to look at the druids, who were staring at the structure in amazement. Isledir's hands were roaming atop the runes for a moment before his gaze fell on Merlin. "Is this what I think it is?" Before he could hear Merlin reply, Alator pushed on.

"Better yet. Does it work?"

"What is it?" Arthur asked, now more curious at what was in front of him. The druid elders where exited at the concept and his brother looked too proud for this not to be impressing. Taking his question as his cue, Merlin stepped around the marble and stopped at the far end.

"This, my king," Arthur heard him begin to explain as his eyes roamed the structure with loving and proud eyes. "this is my first and greatest creation in the magical arts..." As he said this, he gave Arthur one pointed look before closing his eyes and placing both hands on top of the edge, his palms touching two specific runes and his face taking up a look of pure concentration. Seeing that Merlin would not be able to talk, Isledir took the role of explaining what was about to happen.

"Those of strong magic are capable of scrying which is a practice that involves seeing things psychically in a medium such as a water bowl or a lake. But that would only give you a specific area to look at." At this, both druids turned to look at Merlin

"However," At that moment, Merlin's eyes snapped open shining golden hues as swirls of energy were pumped into the marble structure and as soon as enough of the energy was put into it, his arms shot from their resting place and began a series of intricate hand gestures. He wasn't sure about the others but he would bet that they had the same stunned and awed expression on their face as he had right now seeing his brother work in what was truly a form of art. The way his hands moved in such precise and fluid way that if you didn't know the man before you, you would never guess he could be the clumsy oaf that had wormed into all their hearts. Almost as soon as his hands begun to move they stopped while he and everyone held their breath at what was going to happen.

"Ddaear Myfyrio" Arthur heard his brother whisper as his eyes closed shut and his hands slammed down the same runes he had begun before. What happened next he knew he was never going to forget in his lifetime. As soon as Merlin's hands slammed on the marble, the blue sand begun to rise from the water, the shimmering particles shifting and molding into a hundred different things. He could see tree lines being created and houses being born, the whole marble structure came to life as the sand morphed faster and faster, aching to obey the command they had been given. A few minutes passed of the sand being rearranged before the last particle stopped. The room was in complete silence as they tried to process what they had just witness and Alator was the first to break it.

"I believe that Emrys has discovered something that could be very beneficial for the wars ahead…" And Arthur couldn't agree more.

What the young king had in front of him was not just some dusty old maps as Merlin had so put it before. It was a diorama of the entire kingdom of Camelot, highlighting the castle at the center and every single village surrounding it. But what was impressive wasn't even the fact that it appeared to be a three-dimensional representation of his kingdom. No, what was impressive, what was massively important was the fact that if Arthur focused his eyes inside areas highly populated, he could see miniature representations of people walking around the grounds.

This was major. If this could accurately represent the people's movements then they would be able to come up with the greatest counter-attack to win this war. And not just this one. Any kingdom who would declare war would always loose the element of surprise if they had a group monitoring the map.

Arthur's wide eyes fell on his brother's frame, awe pouring out of him, not knowing what to say. He could see as Merlin took on a deep, cleansing breathe before letting his eyes gaze at him with a level of loyalty that once again made him question his worth for it. But now was not the time for that, now he had to take control, now he had to show his worth of the title the fates had given him as The Once and Future King. He would reclaim his kingdom, and after he had done that he would finally beginning the process of putting his kingdom finally one the tracks of destiny. Stepping forward, Arthur place his hands along the marble, being careful not to touch any of the runes in fear of messing anything up. As he leaned forward, his gaze fell onto that of his brother and warlock and shot him a confident and poised look, letting him know that he was ready.

"Then, let us begin…"

Me: Translation for spell would be "Earth's Reflection". I thought of the concept as a way to further analyze the terrain in further detail. But for those who are worried that this would give Arthur far too much tactical power, understand that the structure requires incredible amounts of magic for it to function. The way I created it was that the marble structure sends out a massive net of magic around the entire kingdom following the specific markers that Merlin had put everywhere with the same water that is on the structure. That water was from the lake where he laid to rest Freya and Lancelot. (I still don't believe that is the actual lake of Avalon since that is shown only when the portal is open. Because then the Fishers Kings last gift would have been moot if Merlin could've gotten it any time.)

In any case, the thing needs a colossal well of power to do the net continuously so if Merlin isn't there, then they would need about 10 to 15 sorcerers to continuously pump it and that would only keep it up for about 2 hours.

Me: Ok my darling subjects and knights of the kingdom! I have a little quest for you to go in!

Me: *clearing voice* *sits straighter in throne* It appears that the Lady Merlinfanatic77 is starting a project in which she wishes to create a "Merlin quote hall of fame". She is asking me to submit my favorite quotes from the Merlin stories that I've created and she shall include them in her hall.

Me: *sheepish smile* This is a great honor to be bestowed upon the halls of a kingdom as modest as mine is. I still fail to grasp the concept that you all have greatly enjoyed the constructs of my halls...

But as Queen, I must have faith in myself and my kingdom as you've had shown the same faith in me!

Me: But umm... *rubs back of head with one hand* heheheh, I don't really have any particular quote that I like in any of my stories!

Arthur&Merlin: *face fault*

Arthur: *shouting* ARE YOU JOKING!

Merlin: Surely you MUST have one?!

Me: *shouts back at Arthur* DON'T YELL AT ME YOU PRAT! *to Merlin, calmer* They all are precious to me my dearest! I couldn't possibly hope to choose! *turns to readers*

Me: *grins* That is why, people of my kingdom and loyal knights of my order, I give you the quest of shifting through my kingdom! Look for any and all quotable parts of my stories that you think are the best and I shall send them to the Lady Merlinfanatic77!

Arthur: *glaring* You're probably just too lazy to do it yourself…

Me: *shifty eyes* Shut up…