Oh, how I love Sundays! 12:02 this morning, I was literally on my iPod reading fanfiction! :D It was the longest I've been away from it in... ever. ;)

So, it seems like pretty much everybody got the Monty Python reference in my last story, which makes me feel kind of silly for thinking people wouldn't (I tend to worry about things unnecessarily.). The answer to the question (the airspeed velocity of an un-laden swallow) is that the bird's wings beat 7-9 times per second (rather than 43, as the movie says).

Description: Part 3 of the "Return of the Evil Beaver" saga...

Disclaimer: If I owned Merlin, I would do my best to convince everyone to keep filming all year round so that there would never be a season break.

Warning: Still season three.

A Most Deadly Alliance

It wasn't fair. It simply wasn't fair.

Arthur worked hard at everything. He faced every challenge put before him and overcame it, no matter how difficult. He had been trained since birth to defend, rule, and possibly die for his kingdom, but was that enough? Did that make his father proud of him? No. No matter what Arthur did, it was always 'Morgana this' or 'Morgana that.'

Daddy's little princess.

So, obviously, when Morgana asked for something, Uther was only too happy to comply. Never mind the fact that Arthur had been asking for the same thing only moments before!

No, when Arthur wanted the beaver's life to be spared, he was being naïve and ignorant to the deceitful ways of sorcerers. But when Morgana wanted to keep him, she was being adorable and caring about the life of a poor, defenseless animal.

It just didn't make any sense– one moment, Uther was screaming for the beaver's immediate execution, and the next, he was allowing it to live in the castle without even a warning.

It was almost as though some sort of spell had been cast on him…

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

In the days that followed, the people of Camelot became used to seeing the beaver with Morgana. The two were practically inseparable and could often be found walking about the castle, the creature perched on his lady's shoulder.

And if anyone found it odd that Uther had admitted to being wrong or that Arthur was pouting in his room or that the beaver and Morgana sometimes appeared to be in conversation, well, they knew enough to keep their mouths shut (This was Camelot, after all, and a very silly place.).

The Terrible Twosome themselves had by now adjusted quite well to their new partnership. It had been difficult at first– what with Morgana trying to dress the beaver in her old doll clothes, and the beaver responding by stealing all of her eyeliner– but they had quickly realized how much they needed each other. They had settled into a sort of mutually-benefitting relationship where each one taught the other everything they knew.

The beaver taught Morgana secrets and spells and how to become one of the most powerful sorcerers the world had ever seen.

And she taught him how to smirk.

And so, a most deadly alliance has been formed: Morgana and the beaver, the smirker and the lurker... Together, they shall become an unstoppable force that will bring Camelot to its knees (And we haven't even gotten the woodworms involved, yet! ;D).

Little Note: Last chapter, I got TWELVE reviews, which is the second-most I've ever gotten for a single chapter. The weird thing is that it was also the lowest number of hits I've ever gotten for a chapter, meaning that 1 out of every 4 people who read my story left a review. I wish I could keep that percentage all the time! ;)

'Kay, so... When I started out this chapter, the only thing I had planned was the last line. The rest of the story was just kind of worked out as I went along. That being said, I hope it turned out alright, and I'd love to hear your opinions!

Random Fact: I just realized that this is the first fic I've ever done that didn't have any dialogue. Strange... Again, please tell me what you thought! :)

Till next time!