Jill sat down on the steps of King Arthur's palace, next to Arthur himself, who was staring miserably at the ground.

"I just can't bring myself to believe that Genie is gone," Arthur said dully after a while. "I didn't even get to say goodbye."

"She died in my arms," Jill said quietly. "She died knowing that she was loved. We couldn't have asked for any more."

Arthur nodded. "I know."

He looked sideways at Jill, who was looking upwards. "There's something I think you should know," he said.

Jill frowned, feeling worried all of a sudden. "Yes?"

Arthur took a deep breath. "Before you were born, Veronica wasn't in love with Balthazar. She loved and was married to someone else: Merlin."

"I knew that," Jill said, frowning, but Arthur put up his index finger, silencing her.

"They had a child together, but soon after, Merlin was presumed dead while stopping a tsunami from hitting Camelot."

"That's like-," Jill began, before being silenced again by Arthur. She had been about to say "that's like how I died".

Veronica was so devastated that she became catatonic. She wouldn't eat, drink, sleep, talk, or do anything besides lie on her bed and stare at the ceiling. So this baby was given to a childless couple who raised the baby like their own until they died as a result of a fire in their house."

Just like my parents, Jill thought sadly.

"But by then, the baby had grown into a young teenager who desperately wanted to train in the art of magic. Balthazar, who was one of Merlin's three apprentices—along with Veronica and Horvath—decided to help her fulfil this."

Jill frowned. This story is beginning to sound familiar. Too familiar.

"Soon after the child began training, Balthazar and Veronica fell in love, got married, and had a child together."

"Genie?" Jill asked.

Arthur nodded. "Veronica thought that Merlin was never coming back, but he did. He came back just after his child turned eighteen. They both mutually agreed to never tell the child that she was theirs. They let her believe she was an orphan, so she continued believing that." Arthur paused. "Until today, when King Arthur told his granddaughter the truth."

Jill stared at Arthur. "Y-you mean…"

"You are the child, Jill. You are the daughter of Veronica and Merlin, my granddaughter."

"I-I knew some parts of that story were familiar!" Jill gasped, feeling nauseous as she stood up sharply, her head spinning as her brain tried to process the hundred and one things that this revelation meant. "S-so…I'm Lydia's sister?"

"She's your half-sister," Arthur corrected. "She was born when Merlin was presumed dead. It turned out that he found himself in a lost village somewhere, being tended to. He stayed there for eighteen years, during which time he fell in love again, this time with a woman named Tameka, and had Lydia with her. He brought her back with him when he returned to Camelot."

"So that's where I got my magic from," Jill realised. "Merlin. He's a sorcerer and he's my father, so that's how I got magic."

Arthur nodded. "But you are extra powerful because you have three powerful sorcerers in the family."

"Merlin, Veronica, and you," Jill guessed.

Arthur nodded again. "Veronica got her power from me. You are the daughter of two sorcerers and the granddaughter of a third."

"So Veronica's mother is…?"

"Her name was Lucy," Arthur said wistfully. "She was beautiful. I intended to make her my queen, but she…she died from an unknown illness."

"I'm sorry," said Jill sympathetically.

"Veronica was illegitimate," Arthur said pointedly, looking at Jill. "Do you know what that means?"

Jill shook her head.

"If a son or daughter of the king or queen's is illegitimate, the throne cannot pass to them. If the illegitimate child has a legitimate child of their own, they inherit the throne."

"Wait a minute." Jill closed her eyes and tried to comprehend this. "NOW you're saying that…?"

"You're a princess," said Arthur patiently. "And the future ruler of Camelot."

"Okay…" Jill bent over, feeling another wave of nausea hit her. "I think…I think I might be sick."

"I know it's a lot to take in," Arthur said. "But you don't have to comprehend it all at once."

Jill straightened up and forced the nausea down. "Tell me one thing: where is Merlin?"

Arthur blinked. "Sorry?"

"Where is he?" Jill demanded. "Why isn't he here?"

"An exhibit wasn't made for him," Arthur replied sadly. "Apparently, historians are unsure that he ever actually existed."

"So they managed to make two of Merlin's children and his former wife but not he himself?" Jill scoffed. "That's stupid."

"Yeah it is," Arthur agreed. "But that's just how it turned out."

Jill suddenly stared at Arthur in panic. "B-but…this means that we can't defeat Morgana!"

"What?"

"The prophecy!" Jill waved her hands about like a panicked chicken. "Morgana can only be defeated by the child of a great sorcerer and one with royal blood! That's you, but if Merlin isn't here, we don't have the child of a great sorcerer!"

Arthur frowned. "Who says Merlin isn't a great sorcerer himself?"

Jill considered this.

"And besides, even if Merlin was here, neither he nor I can defeat Morgana this time."

"Why?" Jill gasped.

"Because we've defeated her before," replied Arthur. "And she wasn't as powerful then. We both had to suck out quite a bit of our powers to defeat her. If she rises again, neither of us, not even together, would be powerful enough to stop her."

Jill let out a whine. "Oh, we are so dead."

"Are we?" asked Arthur mildly. "Tell me: who said it had to be a king who has royal blood?"

Jill considered this.

"Maybe a princess or even Veronica could be that part," Arthur said.

"Veronica and Lydia!" gasped Jill. "That's genius! Lydia's the daughter of a great sorcerer and Veronica's your daughter, which means she has royal blood!"

"I'm not saying that's it either," Arthur said. "All I'm saying is that you should look for different angles. Not everything is as simple as it seems. Two heads aren't always better than one."

Jill smiled gratefully. "I have to go now. I need to speak with General Octavius."

Arthur nodded and kissed Jill's hand. "Be safe, my granddaughter."

Jill grinned. "I'm sorry, but it's going to be hard thinking of you as my grandfather."

"I understand that." Arthur matched her grin. "Now get outta here, you little firecracker."

Smirking, Jill took off.