Camelot was only a day's ride away. It was almost evening. It wasn't time to make camp, but it was getting close.

"So, what happened?" Morgaine asked. She had asked before, but noone wanted to talk about the days events. Morgaine hoped that now was different.

Anglicus didn't want to answer, but he knew that if he didn't, she wouldn't stop. "I don't really know. Reed suddenly fell unconscious, and I couldn't move. I was like a statue." His horse slowed. "Then, a hooded figure appeared out of nowhere, and grabbed a hold of my necklace."

"What necklace?" Merlin asked. The entire entourage was in earshot.

Anglicus and his twin each pulled out a pendant that had been hidden underneath their shirts. They were each half of the Ying Yang symbol. Morgaine's was the Ying symbol, while her brother's was the Yang symbol. "We were given them when we were babies. Together, they make the Ying Yang symbol. It comes from China, it represents balance."

"Ying represents darkness, coldness and softness, while Yang is light, warmth and hardness. They are opposites, trying to cancel the other out, yet they cannot exist without the other."

Merlin took in their words. They seemed more wise than him. Then again, they had been raised differently than him. His children had been raised by a fairy in Fairyland. He was raised in Ealdor, then Camelot.

"Anyway," Anglicus said resuming to what he was previously saying, "once the hooded figure grabbed my necklace, I felt something go through me. Like, I was a channel for this, dark magic."

"Then what?" Morgaine was eager to know.

The young warlock sighed. It was hard to say. "The next thing I know, I'm on the ground, and the figure's gone. Reed came to shortly after. Then I began pacing, then I saw you & Genny, then Father."

After a moment of silence, Genny said, "I hope the FairyLand Prison System will do Bile good. What's best is for both of us to move on. I hope that he finds a girl who doesn't mind sharing him. And I hope that I'll find a someone who won't share me, and that neither of us rush into things."

Merlin placed a hand on Genny's shoulder. Reed placed a hand on the other.

Anglicus winced in pain. He was getting a Vision.

"Anglicus, what's wrong?" Merlin asked, noticing his son's pain.

"He's a Seer, Father." Morgaine said, "He's getting a Vision."

"But, he's wide awake." Merlin was confused, he thought that Seers only got visions in their dreams.

"We're opposites." Morgaine answered, "I am the night, he is the day. I, like my late mother, get my Visions when I sleep. He gets his Visions when he's awake, like with you, on those rare occasions."

Merlin absorbed the words. His twin children were opposites, and they got along so well it seemed. Then, suddenly, Kilgharrah's words about Morgana came back to him, "She is the darkness to your light, the hatred to your love." Then suddenly, it hit Merlin. "Were me & Morgana, supposed to have a, closer relationship?"

His children and Reed gave him blank stares. Then the children looked at Reed.

"Fine," Reed sighed, "I'll tell him." She flew close to Merlin. Then she petted his horse before saying, "If Arthur wasn't fated to die by Mordred's hand, then you and Morgana would've zinged."

"What's a zing?" asked a knight who had been within earshot and couldn't help but overhear.

"A magical attraction between two creatures, it means that you've found your soulmate. It only happens once, and it's characterized by a wave of purple light flashing over the pair's eyes after they've made direct eye contact for the first time."

As the others talked, thoughts raced through Merlin's mind. Him & Morgana, soulmates? Arthur's destiny, more complicated than he thought? Little Vona, his soulmate? Was Vona created just for him? If Arthur's destiny different, would Vona still exist? Would she have a different zing? Was another person prevented from existing? What about Freya? What about Will's scarcely mentioned sister, Jane? Were the twins consolations?

So many things to think about. None could be answered.

Training flew by. Gwen actually joined in, which was rare. Normally she would just watch for a while, before moving on. Even though the kingdom was at peace, the world never was. There was always something that needed her attention.

Gwen's skill was amazing. Few could match her. Even so, she wasn't afraid to be defeated.

Niether the Queen nor the Princess wanted the day to end. But like all things, it had to.

Camp was setup. Everyone gathered around the fire.

"Reed, why did we even make camp, if you could've just teleported us to Camelot hours ago?" Anglicus complained.

"I told you, Angli," Reed answered, calling the young warlock by his hated nick-name, "I'm still recovering. I don't feel strong enough to teleport all of us to the castle."

"What do you mean?" Anglicus shot back, "You're a Fairy Protector. I thought your magic could only be matched by your mother and the High Sovereign."

"And I told you, in fact, I taught the three of you," Reed gestured towards her three wards, "that without confidence, one can't do magic properly. And I don't know about you, but I like being in control of my actions."

Anglicus went quiet for a moment. He picked up a stick and began poking at the fire. "So, what would be happening around this time in the castle?" Anglicus asked, changing the subject.

"Everyone would gather around Sara, then she would tell a story." Genny answered.

"Why?"

"Her stories are the best." Morgaine answered. "She describes every detail, and acts it out. You feel as if you're there. She engages the imagination, for she usually talks as if in a dream." The sorceress couldn't help but gush about her cosine. "She even me, 'I feel as if the story I'm telling is real, not just made up. It feels more real than you, than the castle. I feel as if I'm in the story, moving about it, invisible, describing everything I see.'"

"Sounds like she's a great story teller." Anglicus replied.

"She's the best!"

"I agree." Merlin said. "She's also very kind and generous, like her parents. Albeit, Arthur was a prat, but, he had a good heart."

OOO

Merlin woke up close to dawn, and felt pain in his right arm. He examined it, and saw that someone had carved something in it. He could make out letters, but couldn't quite figure it out.

The fire had gone out, so quetly, he uttered a spell and a flame rose from the palm of his left hand. He saw a word, it read, PEDAFILE. He didn't fully understand it, being in the 6th century, but his gut told him that the word carved in his arm was 100% bad.

Genny stired in her sleep, she usually woke at dawn. Merlin quickly rolled his sleeve up. Genny sat up and stretched. She looked around her, like usual, and stood up. She walked towards a bush, but tripped and fell with a yell. She had definitely inherited her father's clumsiness.

Merlin quickly got up and helped his eldest daughter. As he helped her up, Genny grabbed his right arm, she immediately felt something wrong.

"Father, does your right arm hurt?" It was more of a statement than a question, but a question nonetheless.

Merlin was going to lie, but Genny made that impossible. "Yeah, but I'm sure it'll be fine soon."

Genny, being the person she was, quickly grabbed her father's arm and yanked down his sleeve. She stared at the carving. Both were too stunned to move or speck. "When did this happen?" Her voice was barley audible.

"I don't know, I just woke up, and there it was." Merlin answered.

Without a word, Genny dragged her father towards Reed. Merlin was surprised that he showed no resistance. When they reached her, Genny let go of her father's arm, and undid Reed's updo. Merlin was fascinated by his daughter's skill. Reed didn't even stir. The great sorcerer could help but wonder, had she done this before?

Genny motion for her father to sit, and he did so. Carefully, Genny wrapped Reed's golden hair with a hint of strawberry around the wounded arm. In a low voice, she sang the song that Vonda & Vona sang to make their hair glow, but instead of in Latin, as they usually did, she sang it in Old English. The language didn't matter, as long as the words were sung. When she was done, she unwrapped Merlin's arm and redid Reed's hair. You couldn't even tell hat it had been touched. She had clearly done this before.

"What was carved on my arm? And who carved it?" Merlin dared to ask.

"The who, I don't know." Genny answered. "But, the word, I do know." She got up, then walked back to her sleep spot. Merlin, perplexed, followed her.

"Well, are you going to tell me?"

"Oh, you don't know?"

"No, that's why I asked you."

"I could've sworn I told you, or that you had some degree of knowledge." After being given a fatherly stare, Genny continued, "A pedifile is someone who wants to court a child, to put it generally."

"That's not me." He whispered. He meant it, well, he thought he meant it. It was a bit confusing, true Vona was a child, but his romantic feelings were for her future self. The one who had given him the confidence to return to Camelot, & was very grateful for it. The one who he had been seeing in his very real non-dreams, as he liked to call it.

Still that left just one question, who could've carved that word in his arm?