So I am back to the happy stuff once more. This idea was from a guest who commented on Chapter 11: A True Hero. If you would like to leave a prompt, feel free. Have a great day!

Merlin was shuffling through the lower town, dragging buckets of water through the street. Apparently, Gaius needed water. But not just any water, oh no. He needed water from one particular spring that was outside of the castle. Merlin had half a mind to just get regular water and see if there was any difference. But since this was Gaius, there was probably a good reason for Merlin to walk for three hours around the forest, find the damn spring, fill the buckets, and then walk another three hours back to the castle.

"Do you need any help?" Jimmy sidled up beside Merlin, taking a bucket out of his hand.

"Ah, thanks Jimmy. I'm glad to see the boils are clearing up." Merlin rolled his neck. Gods he felt so light now!

"Yeah, the cream you gave me really helped! Thanks." Jimmy beamed.

"How's training going? Is Leon still crazy?" Merlin turned towards the castle, waving as they passed Frank, another bandit turned knight.

"Kind of. He seems to have calmed down a bit. But my mum doesn't believe I'm a knight, so she's coming this weekend."

"That's great. I would love to meet her. I'm sure she'll be proud when she realizes that you are in training to be a knight of Camelot."

The two continued talking as they wound their way to the physician's chambers. It was a great day. The sun was shining. The stables didn't need to be mucked out. And Merlin's wrist had just about healed.

Of course, like everything in Camelot, things didn't go well for long. Several shouts and bangs echoed along the corridor. Merlin groaned. They were being taken over, again. And Gaius and Geoffrey were both sick so they couldn't help. And George was attending a brass polishing seminar to he was out of the picture as well. It looked like it was up to Merlin to save the day, again. Maybe he should just reveal his magic and get it over with.

"We're under attack!"

Merlin saw Jimmy's hand release from the bucket. "Jimmy if you spill this water I will make Leon's punishments look easy!" Merlin shouted.

Luckily, Jimmy's reflexes were pretty fast and he was able to catch the bucket, only spilling a bit of water.

"Now lets put these out of the way so they won't get knocked over," Merlin said, leading them over to an alcove.

"Are we really worrying about water? The king could be dying!" Jimmy cried, though he still gently placed the water down.

"I spent six hours collecting this water, I am not about to repeat that!" Merlin said. Once he ensured the water wasn't in danger of spilling, him and Jimmy took off.

They wove through the castle, hearing the shouts of battle. It sounded like there were sorcerers involved. Of course there were. No one in their right mind would attack Camelot without the help of magic.

It was then that Merlin heard the familiar clucking echoing down the hall.

"Lord McClucker? What are you doing out?" Merlin asked, bending down to scoop up the chicken. His cape was slightly askew.

"Merlin, now is not the time to worry about the chicken!" Jimmy hadn't been around long enough to know that this kind of thing happened more times than Merlin would care to admit (he figured it was somewhere in the vicinity of 34).

"Lord McClucker is a valuable asset. He saved Arthur and I once by pecking the guard's foot."

"Really? That seems a little far fetched."

"Lord McClucker is just a very smart chicken."

Jimmy shrugged and continued heading towards the throne room. Of course they would be in the throne room. When weren't they in the freaking throne room? Merlin sighed and ran after him. He would probably need a miracle to keep his magic hidden this time.

Before they even reached the door, a man stepped out of one of the alcoves.

"It looks like we missed a few. Why don't you fellas come with me?" The man smiled. His teeth weren't the normal crooked and rotted. They were actually quite nice and white. This person must take care of his teeth.

Jimmy went to draw his sword, but Merlin stopped him. "We probably won't win against him. Let's just cooperate," Merlin whispered.

Jimmy's hand dropped from his sword and his shoulders slumped.

"Thank you kindly. Now if you just follow me, we'll get everything sorted out."

The man led them through the doors to reveal most of the knights and council members all held hostage.

"Oh boys! I found two of your friends!" The man with the white teeth said in a singsong voice.

"Really, Merlin, you brought the chicken?" Arthur sighed.

Merlin put the chicken on the ground. Lord McClucker began walking around, inspecting each of the enemies. "Of course, he's our mascot. We need him for good luck. He saved your life once, remember?" Merlin said, crossing his arms.

The hall was silent for a moment before all of the enemies erupted with laughter.

"You were saved by a chicken?" one screeched, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Let's not talk about it," Arthur hissed, trying and failing to look dignified.

The hall quieted down and the leader began to monologue about how Camelot needed a new leader and how he was the one to do it and blah, blah, blah. Honestly, Merlin couldn't even listen to these speeches any more.

He rolled his eyes; just wishing the man's voice would stop. Then it did. Everyone snapped their heads up to look at the leader. His eyes were screwed in concentration. His mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out. The leader looked frustrated and confused. Merlin began to panic. Did he accidently do magic? He hadn't done something like this in a while, and his feelings weren't particularly strong. Oh gods, if he did magic, who saw? Jimmy was right next to him. And Arthur was looking right at him. Merlin would be dead tonight. He just knew it. He was going to be burned at the stake, or have his head chopped off, or—

"Well I think the term 'silence is golden' applies to this situation wonderfully."

Everyone turned to see a very old, and very naked man leaning casually against a pillar. His hair and beard were extremely long, reaching mid-back. And it was very silvery as well. He was smiling like the leader losing his voice was the funniest thing in the world.

All of the enemies turned on the man (who still made no move to cover himself up), swords out and ready to kill.

The man just laughed. "You guys disrupted my nap time. I had a lovely time, snoozing on the pillow in the sun. But then you had to storm the castle with your racket. It's rather annoying." With a wave of his hand, the swords all turned into daisy chains. Everyone stared at the old man.

"Um, who are you?" Leon stood up and walked over to the man, draping his cape over him.

"Oh, sorry about that! I'm Lord McClucker."

Leon's jaw dropped. "What?"

"Yep."

"No."

"Yes."

"Lord McClucker is a chicken."

"I guess I have another name, but I like Lord McClucker better."

"You cannot be Lord McClucker."

The old man sighed and pushed himself off the wall. "I guess I could show you." And just like that, the old man shrank down to a familiar looking chicken. He then turned back into a sorcerer.

"I'll just take care of these guys for you. Honestly, storming a castle, it's not something that should be done without swords. I like daisy chains, but you have to be more prepared than this."

One of the enemies looked enraged. "I do not care if you are a sorcerer or not! All allies of Arthur Pendragon must die!"

Merlin realized that he was probably the sorcerer. He raised his hands, began chanting. And then a frog popped out of his mouth.

"Oh my," Lord McClucker said. "You should really get that looked at. I heard that if you swallow tadpole eggs you start coughing up frogs. Have you eaten any tadpole eggs recently?"

The sorcerer clapped a hand out of his mouth and ran from the room, coughing up frogs along the way. Lord McClucker laughed as the rest of the men chased after him, looking equal parts terrified and confused. Merlin was too. The chicken they had used as a religious icon to escape, wasn't actually a chicken.

The last one spun around. "You won this round, Arthur Pendragon, but we will be back and we will—" A thunderclap echoed over the man's head and rain began to pour on him.

"You really should change your disposition. No use being so glum all the time." Lord McClucker was twirling his beard in between his fingers. The man slinked of, the cloud of rain following him.

"What just happened?" Jimmy asked, turning to Merlin. Merlin shrugged.

"Um, excuse me, Lord McClucker?" Percival stood up and walked to the old man. "If you are a sorcerer, why are you living as a chicken?"

"Because it's so nice to not have to worry about anything. Now, if you excuse me, I have to finish my nap. The sun should still be in the place I like." And with that, he shrank back down to his chicken form and walked away.

The men all stared as Lord McClucker turned a corner, his tail feathers disappearing.

After several minutes staring at the door, Gwaine finally spoke. "Huh, I always knew there was something about Lord McClucker that didn't make him like other chickens."