Arthur sighed and leaned back onto tree trunk. He finally got away from the orphanage after a long day of weeding and watering plants in their garden. Even though it was summer, the monks didn't cut them any slack. If anything, they gave them even more chores to do, as not to become lazy, as they were saying. So it was already late in the afternoon, when they were finally let go, to have a bit of free time to themselves.

Arthur immediately headed into the near forest, as usually when he had the time. He put on his brown cloak, and walked among the trees. Once he reached his favorite spot, he sat down and closed his eyes. Only here he could feel truly at peace. Something in this forest made him feel calm and happy.

Suddenly Arthur's eyes snapped open, as he heard something. But when he looked around, he didn't see anything. He frowned. He could have sworn, that he heard tiny voice talking. But then again, he could have gone mad. It wouldn't be surprising, considering, that since yesterday he read Legends of King Arthur like crazy. Arthur pulled out the book and remembered how he got it.

Arthur was kneeling beside some tomato plants. He was carefully pulling out weeds, so that they wouldn't obscure the edible plant. "Hopefully you will ripe soon, so that I can have you for breakfast," Arthur smirked. Somehow the fact, that they grew their food themselves, made it taste even better.

"Psst," came a whisper from behind him. Arthur turned around in confusion and looked for the source of the noise. At first he didn't see anybody, but then he noticed grinning Brother Dominic behind a pillar, waving excitedly at him.

Arthur stood up and walked to Brother Dominic.

"How can I help you, Brother Dominic?" Arthur asked politely.

Dominic's grin widened, "Today is your birthday. I know I shouldn't say this, but you are my favorite… So I wanted to give you something."

Then Brother Dominic pulled a book from his tunic.

"I know, it's not much, but it was always my favorite. This was actually the story that inspired me, to become monk… well, once I found out, that there are no more wizards," Dominic said with a chuckle, "And it is the story, that caries your name…"

Arthur looked like he was going to cry, when he took the book into his trembling hands. This was the first present he got in his short life. He looked at the titles. The Legend of King Arthur. Figures. Arthur laughed out, but it came out as a sob. His eyes felt watery too.

"T-thank you," he choked out.

"Aww, don't cry, it's your birthday, you shouldn't cry," Brother Dominic hugged him.

Arthur just nodded and hugged the monk back.

Arthur opened the book and absorbed himself into the story. Now it could fall bombs around him and he probably wouldn't notice it. Just as he didn't notice the flickering light, which quickly disappeared. Because right now, he was walking beside King Arthur and his trusted Merlin.

Francis frowned. He was trying to call Scotland. Again. But nobody was picking up. He called three times already, but nothing. As if the redhead was wasn't picking on purpose. France's eyes widened. Was Scotland ignoring him? But why would he do that? Because he called every day the past week, as small voice in his head reminded him. The Kirkland brothers probably just got fed up, and decided to give him silent treatment.

"Well, that's fine," Francis muttered, "I can be patient…"

The door to his room creaked.

"Chér?" came the voice of his mom, "Are you okay?"

"Ah, oui, just…" Francis smiled.

His mom looked at the cell phone in his hands, "You called your friends again?"

Francis sighed. Even his mom noticed that he called Scotland and Wales too much.

"It's okay sweetheart… just be a little bit more patient," Adele smiled, "I don't understand all this that much, but if you think about it too much, you will only get depressed. Just… try to live your life here, and where your soulmate comes back, you will have many stories to tell him."

Francis smiled. That really cheered him up. His mom always knew what to say, to make everyone feel better.

"Mamaaan," Francis' older brother Jacques whined from somewhere in the apartment, "Where are my sneakers? I have to go to training…"

Adele rolled her eyes.

"How can he not see them? They are right in the middle of his bed, just like his football uniform," she muttered, as she walked out of the room, "Honey, right on top of your uniform."

"And where is my uniform?" Jacques asked.

Francis chuckled. His brother might be a rising football star, but when it came to cleanliness, he was far behind the stone age.