This is one of the longest episodes I have ever written, and I'm a bit proud of it.

From the reviews, I have decided that there will never a be a complete person who could animate Merlynn as a real-life character. But, if I were to choose based on the pure fact of the basic facial features, I think Lucy Griffiths would be a pretty good Merlynn with her black hair, blue eyes and pale skin. But based on a review, I took a peek at Jaimie Alexander and discovered that she would be a very good, almost perfect Merlynn. From the characters she plays, she is mostly a strong-willed, awkward woman who wouldn't be the most stunning woman in the room, but the outlandish - otherwordly beautiful. She just seems like the kind of woman that I could picture as Merlynn, sorta.

So, I think it's sort of a image between the basic look, or the characteristics and facial structure...

But, if I was to pick a song for Merlynn and Arthur, thank you to a reviewer who offered the song 'Take me as I am' by Heather Dale. The lyrics are very precise by Arthur's point of view.

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Merlynn had been sleeping peacefully when a familiar voice entered her mind.

'Take the north door straight ahead. Keep going,' the voice ordered in her thoughts, but she knew it probably wasn't directed at her. It was Mordred, she knew. The small boy who apparently had a destiny to kill Arthur; the last time she had seen him, she accidently led Arthur and his men to the druid camp where he resided.

She had watched him kill a group of men just with a scream. He was powerful, dangerous, but seemingly innocent in looks. Merlynn cocked her head in an attempt to listen to them, and shot up in bed with her eyes closed to focus.

'Keep going. Hurry!' Mordred ordered whoever was with him.

Merlynn leaped out of bed, throwing her coat on, and followed after the voice that was haunting her mind.

'Keep going. It's not much further now…'

She wondered who he was with; he couldn't surely be with another druid, or else she would hear the second man or woman speaking. Merlynn paused as she glanced around the corridor down the hall from her chambers, and waited until Mordred spoke again.

'Be careful. At the end of the corridor. Morgana's Chamber is next," Mordred said, and the young, dark-haired witch gasped. They were after Morgana. Oh, no.

She rushed off toward Morgana's chambers, pursuing Mordred and his party in fear of them capturing her. Then, the warning bells rung through the castle like a sounding symphony, and Merlynn knew that soon things were going to go from bad to worse.

So, she shook the sleep about of her eyes and pushed herself to run faster to Morgana's room, to catch sight of whoever was there with Mordred. It was not as though his intention was to kill Morgana, but there was still that lingering worry of Morgana's allegiance that constantly popped up into her mind.

There was something so off about Morgana these days. She was so sweet, so kind to her, they got along just fine, and yet…there was a darkness that Merlynn so desperately tried to deny. Morgana was meant to be her friend; but, from what the Great Dragon had told her, the 'Witch' needed to be destroyed.

Merlynn stepped around the corner of the corridor she had been previously running through, and was immediately slammed against the wall by a familiar, calloused hand that was pressed against her neck. She glanced up; pale blue eyes, a scruff of blonde hair and that confused expression at her presence.

"Merlynn?" Arthur looked suspicious, and definitely befuddled at the sight of her. She was used to it.

Instead of replying, she found that sound was not able to escape her, and breathing was cut off. Merlynn struggled against his hands, gasping out words that stated: 'Can't' and 'Breathe'.

He quickly let her go with a hint of guilt in his eyes. In his frazzled state, which obviously had sprung out when the bell's started, Arthur had been caught in his 'Prince' behaviour, where all sound was a suspicion. "Sorry."

"Morgana's," she sputtered. "The- they're in…Morgana's…chambers."

At her words, Arthur's eyes clouded over with worry and he bolted off, leaving the guards and Merlynn to chase after him.

He believed that Morgana's life was at risk. Arthur was wrong.

Merlynn knew that – it wasn't her life that was at state, but Morgana's faith and trust in Camelot that was at a risk of being broken.

"Are you sure about this?" Arthur asked a few moments later as the party strode through the upper corridor to Morgana's chambers.

She nodded confidently. "Of course. I…saw them, with my own eyes," she lied. But what was she supposed to say: 'Oh truthfully, I heard them through my mind because that small boy that you rescued speaks telepathically, and I can hear that because I am a witch.'

Merlynn knew that wasn't the time, nor was it the place, to tell the truth to Arthur. Especially with Uther's guards behind them.

Arthur turned a speculative eye her way. "What were you doing down there anyway?"

"I heard voices outside my door, and I followed after them to investigate," she explained with a slight shrug.

"Well, thank you Merlynn for finally showing some initiative," he commented with a pat to the shoulder.

Things had changed between them since the incident with Lady Vivien and Trickler. Since admitting their feelings toward each other, they had become a lot more affectionate. Most of the time Arthur would embrace Merlynn in his chambers, or smile at her over meals; he would even send up another dish so the two could dine together. Merlynn knew that now was not the time for sweet sentiments.

When they had reached the door, Arthur motioned to be quiet as both he and Merlynn pressed their ears against the door to listen for any signs of movement. Pushing her gently away, Arthur then kicked the door open with a mighty foot and barged inside, sword raised.

Merlynn hurried in after him to see…nothing. Mordred, or his companions were not in sight, only Morgana, who shot up in bed with an irritated, surprised look. Arthur blinked, and glanced around, also seeing the apparent nothing, searching for the 'something' that Merlynn had mentioned.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" Morgana shrieked.

"I…" Arthur began, ducking high and low suspiciously to check for any intruder. "I'd reason to believe that there was an intruder in here."

"Right now, Arthur, the only intruder is you," she retorted heatedly, clutching the blanket to her chest. She sent an annoyed glance Merlynn's way then returned her attention back to the blonde.

He frowned, in confusion. "Camelot has been infiltrated. Did you not hear the warning bell?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course I did! I was hoping I'd be safe in my chambers," she stated with a huff.

"Well, if you'd just permit me to search your room..."

"You'll do no such thing!" she snapped, eyes wide with exasperation. Then, she calmed and gave him a look, which clearly questioned his ability to think. "Arthur, do you think that if there was someone in my room I wouldn't know about it?"

He froze, as if questioning himself, then turned to Merlynn with the weapon in his hands raised threateningly. Merlynn visibly looked a bit frightened by the sharp sword (which she sharpened herself) and quickly scuttled out into the corridor. The guards walked off.

Merlynn, on the other hand, was dumbfounded. She ignored the fact that Arthur was thoroughly incensed by her accusations, and simply focused on this: she heard Mordred. He was going to Morgana's room. But there was nothing that she could do now, without Arthur questioning her about it.

"I just…" she sighed, staggered. "I just don't understand."

Arthur, at hearing her words, bristled even more then shot into her line of view with narrowed eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, Merlynn. Which bit didn't you understand? The making a fool out of me, or making a fool out of yourself?"

Her eyes dropped. Arthur was sure making her feel terrible, insolent, when he apparently 'loved her'. He wasn't making the message clear, at all. Merlynn crossed her arms over her chest as she tried to keep some sort of defiant confidence in her stance. "But, there was someone in there. I heard them. They were going to Morgana's room – that's what they were discussing. I'm not lying, Arthur!"

It was then that he stepped in closer, so that they were inches away, but it was no affectionate move. The fact that he was so close to each other was an act of dominance, fury and superiority. It was intimidating and working very well. "A word of advice, Merlynn. In the future, stick to what you do best. Nothing!" He stormed off in a fit.

Merlynn ran a tired, pale hand over her brow then shot a look at the door. She knew someone was in there. She could feel it in her bones. So, she wandered back quietly and hovered her ear near the wood, listening for some sort of conversation.

After a few moments of silence, Merlynn sighed, overcome by defeat and headed back to bed.

oOo

Gaius could tell something was amiss with Merlynn when she wandered down the stairs sometime mid-morning. It was in the way she carried herself; her posture was slumped, skin ashen, deep, dark circles ridden under her murky eyes which held more darkness in them than any young girl should have. Normally, it was like this every morning. Well, some-what. But today it worried him.

"Late night?" he began, setting the pot he was currently holding down.

She absently tied her hair up and nodded, slouching down into the dining chair nearby, left hand rubbing at her brow. "Somewhat," she replied.

"I hear there was a disturbance, and intruder in the city," Gaius continued.

Merlynn pasted an ironic smile on her face. "Oh, yeah I heard talking." She paused. "But in my head."

The old physician froze, and then returned his attention to her, his features morphed into that of intrigued. "They had magic?"

"It was Mordred," she told him. At his look, she added, "I recognized the voice. He was the first person ever to speak to me in my head other than the dragon."

"The druid boy? What's he doing here?" he asked inquisitively.

She shrugged slightly, eyes bleary and tired. "He was guiding someone to Morgana's Chamber."

"You sure? She and the boy had a kind of bond," Gaius stated.

"True, but he was clearly giving instructions to someone – or many," she returned. "What I don't get is – they could have gotten caught. It was so easy, Gaius to get captured and burned."

"What do you mean?"

Merlynn gave him a serious, dark look. "Whatever they were doing, they were prepared to die for it," she said.

Then, Gaius sighed. "What do you think they were doing?" he asked.

"I don't know. But I'm sure that soon we'll find out."

oOo

Usually, when Merlynn entered Arthur's chambers in the morning, he would hand her a kiss and a lovely 'good morning'. But, today was not the case. She walked in with a plate of luxurious, fresh fruit, bread, cheese and meat for him as a sort of 'white-flag' to get him to forgive her.

Instead, Arthur simply kept his mouth shut and glared at her. There was, once again, no warmth given off toward her way. She was sure Uther could have given her more feeling.

"Here is your breakfast, Sire," she announced, a soft tone replacing her usual teasing one. "I made sure to receive the best fruit in the kitchen for you -"

"Thank you, Merlynn," he snapped curtly, taking a seat at the table. He didn't even glance up to speak to her.

After eating, Arthur ordered her to dress him. Usually, there was a small smile or some sort of teasing, but it was just tense silence and angry looks. Merlynn wasn't sure why he was so wounded – his ego, or his pride. She simply pursed her lips and kept quiet while she tended to his armour and tied him all up for training.

"Arthur?" she called. He paused as he kept a tight hold on the door as if it were his only salvation in preventing from striking her across the face. "Why are you so mad? You know that I wasn't lying."

Arthur didn't speak for a few moments, head turned toward the doorway, before he said, "Clean my chambers, Merlynn, then come down to the training field for the collection of my armour. Good day."

She released a breath of air. When she turned back to the plate of food, however, Merlynn noted that there were fresh strawberries and a few grapes still on the plate. Her favourites.

Merlynn smiled.

oOo

A long while ago Merlynn discovered that, while silent, one could discover the most marvellous things. So, she had decided to grab the book from Arthur's bedside table drawer, and huddle down into the chair beside his cupboard, clearly hidden from view.

So, when Morgana walked in without even a glance her way, Merlynn cocked her head. Surely she knew where Arthur was. But, she kept silent until she noticed the other girl's motives.

Morgana headed toward the drawer that held the key sets of the castle, and quickly reached her hand in. She grabbed at the key she was looking for and turned to see – Merlynn. Her heart leaped into her throat, and she almost screamed, but quickly demanded herself to calm for the few brief moments in which she could lie to her friend.

There was a cool, suspicious indifference in Merlynn's eyes as they blankly stared upon her, and she almost felt the tiniest bit nervous at those calculating eyes observing her, breaking her apart. Merlynn was always too inquisitive for her own good.

"Merlynn!" she greeted happily – yet the action was a bit forced, even Merlynn could tell. "I was, er, looking for Arthur."

Merlynn's face never changed except for the slight quirk of the brow. "He's out training," she answered.

Morgana forced a sheepish smile. "Of course," she said bashfully and began to walk toward the door. "How silly of me."

"He trains every day," Merlynn told her emotionlessly, as if she knew what exactly Morgana was up to. And it worried her, just that little bit. "The same time, same place. You should know that, Morgana? For you have known him longer than I." The smile that formed on Merlynn's face was tight, small, knowing, with the smallest bit of spite.

The Lady began to feel a bit flustered under the watchful, logical eyes of the servant, and chuckled. "I knew that. I guess I – I simply fo – forgot. I – I just wanted to apologise for last night. Another time, perhaps."

"Sure, Morgana." Merlynn gave her a small, curt nod. "I believe you have other things to do, as do I. If you wish to see Arthur, you obviously know where he is."

Morgana breathed in deep and hurried out of Arthur's chambers, eyes wide and shocked. She had never seen such a side of Merlynn before in her years of knowing her; so cool, dark and sharp, resembling a mighty weapon of Camelot. Morgana clutched the key to her chest, over her fast-beating heart and rushed back to her chambers.

oOo

Around fifteen minutes later, Merlynn decided to head down to the battle-yard to check if Arthur was finished training yet, or if he was still going to be angry at her. She had also discovered amongst her experiences that Arthur was easily angered and held grudges among those he trusted – namely, her.

Things were so wonderful over the past week or two after the love spell fiasco, and now things had gone down the, for lack of a better word, chamber pot. She remembered a week or so ago, before Mordred had arrived in Camelot.

Merlynn entered Arthur's chambers with her hip, skilfully mastering the jug, door and plate with her body. As she set the food down and closed the door, she headed over to the bed, where Arthur was 'supposedly' sleeping in his bed, hand sprawled over the side of the bed, mouth opened obnoxiously.

She rolled her eyes and tapped at his bare back. "Arthur, wake up." He just shuffled deeper into the pillows. Merlynn missed the smug smile that formed on the 'sleeping' Arthur's face. "Oh, you silly brute, wake - "

His hand had shot up, gripped her waist and pulled her onto the bed with him, where he snuggled closer and shifted so his head rested between her shoulder and neck.

"Okay, very nice, but someone might -" she began.

Arthur's cool breath tickled her skin. "No one will come in here, Merlynn. So relax." He moved his hand so one wrapped around her waist and the other cupped her jaw, his head lifting from her shoulder to give her a kiss. "Good morning."

She smiled crookedly. "Good morning to you, too."

Merlynn wished things could go back to that. They had stayed in that bed for another half-hour tops, until she knew he had training and many would get suspicious of his whereabouts if he didn't show.

But, as she reached the wooden fence that sat between the field and the civilians, she knew that wouldn't be so. Usually Arthur would at least greet her with some sort of recognition, because he could see her, but today there was nothing. She pouted and took a seat on the smooth log fence.

One of the knights, Sir Girard leaned on the post next to her with a friendly smile. "'Ello, My Lady."

"Merlynn," she corrected.

He shrugged. "My mistake. Your beauty passes for any lady, and may exceed Lady Morgana's."

She couldn't help but blush at the compliment, as she was a complete girl when it came to them. "Oh, hush," she retorted in jest. "Do not state something that isn't true, sir."

He lifted the hand that was gripping the post beside her and raised it to his lips, gently laying a kiss down upon it, eyes never leaving hers. "I was never one to tell lies, Lady Merlynn. I speak only what I see."

Arthur finished his play-sparring with Sir Leon and chuckled. "It seems I have beaten you again, Leon," he taunted. "You truly need to up your skill."

"Oh, I'm sure. I let you win," he returned teasingly. "I'll get you." Leon turned his attention to the post, and his eyebrows rose. "Huh. I never knew Girard was one to go for the servants. But, she is a pretty one, I guess. I'm rather a one for blondes, myself."

"Leon, what are you -" Arthur, too, whirled his head around to check whatever his old friend had been gazing at, and everything seemed to freeze. There was Merlynn, but she was smiling. That smile she only smiled when he said something affectionate and fond to her; dimple in her right cheek revealed as the smile stretched up to those eyes that lit up like a candle in the night. "Hm. Odd, indeed, Leon." Jealousy blazed through him as he noticed Girard lift her hand and kiss it.

A pink flush spread over Merlynn's cheeks, and one hand dug into her hair to flatten it in embarrassment. There was a deep frown on Arthur's face as he noted the way that Girard was obviously flirting with his servant, and found that he had the urge to use his sword to decapitate the knight then capture Merlynn into his arms. Instead, he cleared his throat and popped his collar.

"Will you excuse me, Leon?" he said coolly, heading toward the pair. "I have some business to attend to."

"How would you like to - " Girard began to ask, but was cut off by the sharp clearing of a throat. Merlynn turned to face an obviously irate Arthur, and simply quirked her brow, a confused, innocent smile forming on her face.

"Arthur," she greeted happily. "You were doing great out there."

"Of course I was, Merlynn," he said easily, then turned to Girard. "Back to your post, Girard. If you please – I think Leon needs a sparring partner for a moment."

Girard's brows furrowed, but he nodded, sending Merlynn a wink. "O' course, Sire. Good day, Lady Merlynn."

"I told you not to call me that, sir!" she called after him, and brought her attention back to Arthur. "He's a silly oaf, isn't he? What did you need?"

"I need you to not act like a ditsy bird every time a man shows you some attention," he hissed.

"Excuse me?" she sputtered. "I was not acting like some ditzy bird. I was flattered by his complements and kindness, both of which you lack greatly."

"What are you saying?" he snapped.

Merlynn crossed her arms over her chest and tried to remain quiet. "I get it. You're jealous and trying to be the dominating male. I understand, truly. But there is no need to because obviously I'm not leaving you. I didn't leave when you were all over Lady Vivian, and I'm not going to just because another man is showing me some sort of charm."

"Please," Arthur snorted. "Girard has no charm."

"Well, he's a lot bloody nicer than you this past week, so excuse the hell out of me," she retorted and walked off.

oOo

Arthur had deflated after his argument with Merlynn. He will admit that he was getting a bit out of hand with his anger, but as a prince whose ego was wounded, it was a hard thing to get over. He made himself look like an idiot in front of his father's men, Merlynn, Morgana and himself.

So, as he made his way up to his chambers after training, he hoped she was there. He needed to apologise to her. Arthur could not believe the nerve of Girard, that git, who thought that he could just walk up to Merlynn and simply try to woo her over.

"There will be no wooing," he muttered to himself. "Not while I'm around."

The smile that was on Merlynn's face had infuriated him and he never wanted it to be seen directed toward another man that wasn't him. Arthur took a deep breath to calm himself and stepped inside his chambers.

She was there, but she wasn't greeting him like she usually would do had the situation be any different. Merlynn's only regard to his presence was her eyes landing on his form as she set fresh sheets on his bed, and a curt nod and slight curtsy to the knee sent toward him.

Arthur sighed. "Merlynn, I -"

"I have cleaned your boots, made sure that your room is clean and obviously changed your sheets," she listed brusquely. "I'll be off now if that is all you required of me to do, Sire."

Before she could leave, his hand shot out and he gripped her fingers in his, placing it on his chest. "I'm sorry, Merlynn. For the way I've been acting lately," he told her. "I was wounded, well, my pride was, and it got the better of me. And today was just jealousy, I'll admit it."

For a moment, Merlynn simply stood there with her hand to his chest. But then she smiled that smile and bit her lip. "See? It's all that was needed, Arthur," she said to him. "You're forgiven."

He chuckled. "Thank you."

"Thank gods you arrived when you did, Girard was about to offer to take me out for a drink," she explained. "I didn't know how I was going to deny him."

Arthur leaned his forehead on hers. "It's easy. You would tell him that you belong to someone else and, if he laid one finger on you again, that someone would cut him into small bits and feed him to the Wilderen."

"Oh, exciting!" she taunted. "How original, Arthur. I cannot wait to spread the news."

oOo

Merlynn was hoping that, with this new-found apology, he wouldn't insult her. But, as she discovered, Arthur was obviously not that sort of man.

"Come on, Merlynn," he groaned. "I'm starving."

She sighed in exasperation. "Well, you can be patient. Good food takes time to prepare." Merlynn set the food in front of him with a slight smile; good food, indeed. She didn't really know what it was actually – in fact, it looked like chunky sludge.

"And this taste sensation took exactly how long?" His voice was sarcastic and full of distaste. She was just glad she had food back in her own chambers.

Merlynn shrugged. "Nearly…five minutes. Tops."

"Really? Five minutes," he repeated with a roll of his eyes.

"You need that long, you see? To let it thicken," she explained, then glanced over at the bowl of sludge.

Arthur muttered, "Thicken. Right. If it thickens anymore, Merlynn, then it would become a solid food. But, I don't really know what it is now so I'm hoping you can explain it to me."

The warning bells cut off all sense of argument or answer from either, and they shot out of the door faster than any creature.

oOo

The two, along with many guards, headed down to the vaults. Arthur lifted a torch in every crevice and corner until he found what he was looking for, the empty pillow which held – "The Crystal of Neahtid," he stated with a solemn sigh. Arthur glanced down at the door, finding that the locks were perfectly intact. "The locks are not damaged."

"What does that tell you?" she asked curiously.

He gave her a withering look. "It tells me that somebody stole my keys."

Morgana.

She sighed. "Was it precious, this crystal?"

"Of course it was precious. It wouldn't be down here otherwise, would it?" he snapped.

"Right," she agreed.

"Whoever it was knew exactly what they were looking for."

"Apparently."

As she said this, Arthur's eyes went wide and blazed. "Apparently? That's all you've got to say? Tell me, Merlynn? Whose job is it to ensure that my chambers are locked at all times? Whose job is it to ensure that something like this never happens?" He fumed off.

"Sorry," she muttered to herself.

oOo

Uther was truly a terrifying man. He stood, regal and bubbling with anger, pacing in front of his son, who tried to remain a stoic composition.

"I'm sorry, father," Arthur said quietly. Merlynn made sure to huddle by the pillar on the far left, trying to make herself as invisible as possible under the eyes of the feared king.

Uther paused, and shot fiery, iced eyes toward him. "You're sorry? That's not good enough. Did they force their way in?" he interrogated.

"No, Sire."

"Then how did they gain access to the vault?"

Arthur hesitated but, after a glance at Merlynn, returned back to his father to answer, "They stole the keys."

"How is that possible?" Uther roared.

"Someone broke into my chambers," he explained wearily. Arthur knew this was Merlynn's fault (as it always was) but didn't want his father to lay a torturing punishment upon her.

Uther began to rub at his temple in frustration. "This is a grievous loss, Arthur. The Crystal of Neahtid was locked away for good reason."

"Why is it so important?" Arthur inquired.

"It is an instrument of magic," he relayed. "In the days of the Purge a great many sorcerers died trying to protect it. Whatever it is, it's important to them."

"I'll search the town, find out what I can."

"Arthur, this crystal cannot fall into enemy hands," Uther ordered.

Arthur gave him a curt, respectable nod. "Yes, Sire."

As the prince walked out, Merlynn hurried after him with a slight smile on her face in thanks. She was so relieved he didn't try to take the blame upon her, for she knew Uther would do worse than the stocks. Beheading would probably be the punishment.

"Arthur?" she called after him and began to walk alongside him with long strides. "Thank you."

"For what exactly?" he asked, yet there was a hint of sarcasm.

"For…"

Arthur turned to face her, halting both their movements. "Lying to my father to save your hide?"

"Well, yes," she replied. "I'm not sure what he would have done to me if you put the blame on me."

"It would be painful, and most probably kill you," he told her. "Whatever this crystal is, my father is worried about it. You better hope we find it soon, Merlynn." Arthur then stepped closer. "Oh, and by the way, if you ever put me in that position again, I'll clap you in irons myself."

Merlynn nodded. "Yes, Arthur. I know."

He inclined his head down the hall. "You are free to go back to your chambers."

"I'm sorry," she muttered, and hurried off.

oOo

Gaius had been waiting for Merlynn to walk through the door since the warning bells awoke him from sleep. He knew she would discover what was going on, and was curious as to what exactly had happened.

As she entered, he noticed a weary disposition in her eyes and almost hollow movements when she turned and shut the door behind her. Merlynn turned to face him, and took a seat in the chair offered.

"What happened?" he asked.

She leaned her forearms on the table. "The, uh, Crystal of Neahtid has been stolen." Gaius' eyes widened. "But, while that is a rather bad thing apparently, it gets worse."

"I don't know how it could get any worse than this, but go on," Gaius encouraged.

"I know that Morgana stole the crystal," she told him.

His eyes seemed to widen even more, impossibly so, even a bit comically. "Morgana stole the crystal?" he repeated dubiously.

"I'm certain of it," Merlynn nodded, leaning in closer to her father-figure with a glint in her eyes. "She was in Arthur's chambers, browsing around in his cupboard. She must have taken his keys."

"Can you prove any of this?" Gaius questioned, eyebrow raised pointedly. It was her word against the king's.

Merlynn hesitated. "Not exactly, but..."

"Merlynn," he sighed.

"She did it," she insisted. "I'd bet my life on it."

Gaius leaned forward on his elbows also; his eyes were tinted with a sort of shock and that sort of strange intelligence, and Merlynn knew it was time for his wise sentiments that she so needed. "Merlynn, you go accusing the King's ward without proof, that's exactly what you'd be doing."

In other words, he meant that her life would truly be on the line if she accused Morgana of any sort of treachery against the king. She ran a pale, shaky hand over her brow and nodded. "I know. You're right."

"Doesn't make sense," he said suddenly. "Why would Morgana steal such a thing?"

She shrugged. "Uther said it was an instrument of magic," she told him.

Gaius' head inclined and he sighed. "There are many legends about the Crystal," he confessed.

"Is it some kind of weapon?" Merlynn inquired.

"That I don't know," he replied.

The dark-haired witch's brows furrowed as she thought of the information she had just received. "You've heard of it?"

He nodded. "Indeed. The sorcerers of the past believed it held the secret of time itself," he relayed to her.

"What do they mean by that?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," Gaius said. "The crystal's an artefact of the Old Religion. There is only one who could tell you more."

Merlynn glanced at him with curious eyes, then realised what, well more like who, he was speaking of. "Of course. I'll be off then."

"Hurry back soon, Merlynn," he called after her. "There is much to discuss."

Reviews:

Narnia365 - My first reviewer in the first fifteen minutes! WOW! I was so surprised :)

88 - I actually really enjoy that song and, now that I think about it, it fits kind of well with Merlynn/Arthur's relationship.

Grapejuice101 - I'm glad you liked it:)

x..x.x - Thank you! :D See, since my friend hasn't actually watched the TV show, she prefers Merlin as Merlynn as well.

Ahsilaa - 'Love story' would be a pretty good song, I think. And yes, I will be continuing on with Season 3 and 4 (when it airs). Ooh, you would not believe the ideas I have for season three!

Nerdman3000 - See, I looked into it and I didn't really see the resemblance between my mind and Emma, even when I tried to morph her features. She's so amazingly gorgeous though, isn't she?

Tania15 - Yes! I saw the pictures and it clicked! THank you so much. I think the reason that I couldn't find the perfect Merlynn, is because Merlin's appearance as Colin is so odd yet strangely attractive, and I wanted to bring that element into the feminized Merlynn. I didn't want some absolutely perfect woman who had small facial features and that 'perfect-ness' that some writers describe their characters as. No one is perfect, and I knew that. She is beautiful, but in her own, otherworldly way that interested me. She doesn't have the right eyes, but that's fine with me:) A very classic, strange beauty. And it's alright, I babble all the time as well...like I am now.

Emerald-Hime1987 - Thank you very much! I hope this chapter pleases you. I love Lucy too, but take a look at Jaimie and you'll see it. It'll click haha :)

Flightsnitch96 - I see that the musical tunes come to mind :D I love 'Accidentally In Love' because it's old and cute. (BY the way, 'COme What May' is awesome too) When I read the review, I started listening to both versions like six times haha. Ahhh Kaya, she's amazing isn't she?

MirrorFlower and DarkWind - Haha isn't she just funny! Despite the fact she strained Arthur and Merlynn's relationship just a little bit, Lady Vivian is funny. It's why I love her.

KissTheCook - I'm sorry you feel that way, I really am. Hopefully this chapter fulfilled your requirements :) If not, simply tell me. I don't mind. I take constructive critism very well for a paranoid young teen.

jLinsmith89 - Ah, another Lucy Griffiths fan! I had never actually heard those songs before, but I looked up the lyrics and 'Take Me As I Am' by Heather Dale (the lyrics) were very spot on. It even mention robes and gowns! ;) I can't wait to write the third season.

CatsGoMoo - AH! It's you. I have to say, your reviews make me so happy! I'm like waiting for them and then I get the review and I get so giddy to read them :)

Acklesaddict - By your name, I'm guessing your a Jensen fan. Oh, we have so much in common! ahaha. THank you :D

BlackRoseIvy13 - Aw, thank you. It's so sweet to hear that x