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Chapter 25 – The Calm Before the Storm


Morgana naturally tested Merlin's wards over the following days but could find no holes in them; her attempt to detonate another bomb in the heart of London was easily thwarted by his magic. The bomb still went off; however, when his wards recognized its destructive power they contained the blast to an area no bigger than the device itself so that even those five feet away were left unharmed, though still frightened. Similar scenes played out across the world as extremist groups either tested the wards as well or simply didn't believe they actually existed, only to find their plans stopped by the warlock's magic and often themselves caught. It was also not just bombs that were rendered useless. An attempt at a mass shooting in the U.S. was stopped in its tracks by the wards, as the bullets had no sooner left the barrel of the gun before they fell to the ground harmlessly; the tremendous physical force the gun possessed to shoot the bullets being no match for Merlin's magic. This did not mean, however, that all violence in the world was stopped. As Merlin had said, only such attacks that would cause mass destruction, injury or death made possible by today's technology and modern warfare were stopped by the wards. There was some dissent about Merlin and his use of magic, as they expected there would be for no matter how hard you tried, universal acceptance would never be forthcoming. Overall, however, the response was quite positive. For the first time in recent memory there was no fear of terrorist attacks or mass killings. Merlin's wards had proven their effectiveness and the vast majority of the world felt safer because of them.

It was also a great victory for magic itself. As people saw that magic was real and became more comfortable with it, more and more people began to believe as their distant ancestors had. Seeing the good magic could do also had many accepting it instead of decrying it as something evil, though many knew that just as good magic existed, so too did dark magic. As the weeks passed, Arthur and Gwen became more and more convinced that it was indeed the return of magic that would see their destinies fulfilled. As magic became known once more, magical beings and creatures began coming out of the woodwork. There were not many, certainly not anywhere near as many as two thousand years ago, and none were mindless monsters for they had to have been smart enough to hide and evade capture all these years, but they were certainly still there. Human magic users, both those who had accepted their magic for what it was and those had convinced themselves they simply had a strange ability, were also discovered, though they were even fewer and further between than the magical creatures. Merlin was sure there were more though, but for whatever reason they decided to remain hidden, probably from the "religious nuts," as Merlin termed them, who were the most vocal about the evils of magic. Even so, it was a major leap forward from where things had been and both Britain, and the rest of the world, were one step closer to magic and non-magic users alike living together in peace as they had during the previous Golden Age.

All of this only renewed interest in the Arthurian legends, or rather the truth behind them that stood right before their very eyes. This meant that those camped outside Camelot grew in number as they became even more desperate to see the legendary castle and its people inside. It didn't help, of course, that Aithusa and her children were frequent visitors to the castle now that they could fly freely. They came from the secluded cave they had called home for centuries to the centre of everyone's attention on a frequent basis and the sight of dragons was naturally a huge draw. However, regardless of the crowd they drew, none could fault them, nor would ask them to stop coming, not when they were finally free after hiding for over a thousand years. After all, the crowds only became a problem if leaving the castle's wards, but none found much reason to leave, what with school now over, Camelot being self sustaining, and the only visitors were really their modern day selves' parents, whom Merlin would transport to avoid the crowd.

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Today, a few weeks after Morgana's last attack, everyone had decided to go on a picnic at Eleanor's request. The entire extended family was to come, including The Knights and their families and even their present day parents. The young princess had loved the elaborate picnics they had taken in the past, for naturally royals could not simply take a picnic basket and blanket but brought cushions, tables, plates, a canopy if it was sunny, and of course servants to haul and serve it all. It was one of these elaborate picnics that they were going on now, and Merlin was to transport them all. Mithian made her way towards her and Merlin's chambers in search of him for he was late, unsurprisingly according to Arthur, and everyone awaited him in the throne room. Entering the room Mithian stopped short seeing Merlin in deep discussion with The Lady.

"My apologies, My Lady. I do not mean to intrude, but I came for my husband. Everyone is waiting."

"It is quite alright, we were finished anyways." She said with a smile. "Do think on what I have said though, Merlin."

"Of course." He agreed and with a wave goodbye The Lady took her leave. "Shall we?" Merlin then asked his wife, offering her his arm. Mithian took the offered arm but instead of allowing him to lead her out the door, she led him to the bench by the window instead. "Or not…"

"Spill." She instructed.

"Spill what? The jug of water?" He motioned to the jug on the nearby table and with a flash of his eyes the jug spilled over. Mithian looked quite unimpressed and with another quick flash of gold the water returned to the jug.

"Tell me what is wrong."

"What makes you think anything is wrong?" If it was possible her look grew more unimpressed. "Ah, you mean why The Lady was here and why her visit has me upset."

"I knew there was a brain in that head of yours." Merlin sighed but knew that they wouldn't be leaving until his wife was satisfied with his answer.

"The Lady just came from The Disir." He said. "They warned her that there is something…unusual going on with Morgana."

"Unusual in the way we'd expect? Or unusual in some other way that seems to confirm both yours and Arthur's feelings that something is off with her?"

"The latter." Mithian nodded as if expecting that answer.

"And you're upset because you're thinking what if she's 'off' because something happened to her two thousand years ago and it forced her to betray you." It wasn't a question. On more than one occasion they had all wondered 'what if', though none more so than Arthur, Merlin and Gwen.

"You know me too well." He said with a sigh, welcoming the comforting gesture of her hand on his.

"I will not tell you not to have hope. There is always hope, Merlin, and if The Disir themselves are saying that not everything is as it seems with Morgana, then maybe that is what it is; maybe she has been innocent this whole time and her actions were not by her own choice. But while you should have hope, do not set all your hopes on this being right."

"But if it is-"

"If it is we will deal with it when the time comes. But we cannot go forward assuming Morgana's possible innocence to be truth. Whether or not it is through her choice or not she still wages war against us, and we cannot stop fighting. Until there is solid proof that she is being controlled we must continue as if her betrayal was real."

"I know. And I know it is a long shot that she is innocent. I sensed nothing two thousand years ago, no magical influence over her, and even Kilgharrah said she betrayed us of her own free will. But if it is true, if she is innocent…"

"Then we will fix it. We will release her from whatever power controls her, and welcome her home." Merlin stood and pulled Mithian into his arms, giving her a kiss.

"Thank you. Thank you for listening and not telling me I'm crazy for having hope. I won't tell Arthur or Gwen." He added. "It would only distract them and knowing Arthur he would place more hope on this than would be good and he would be devastated if it proved not to be true. Gwen would react more like you and I, but she wouldn't be able to keep this from Arthur."

"Good idea. Now let us not keep everyone waiting any longer. We have a picnic to get to."

"You're just excited that we're holding it at Nemeth."

"But of course!" Although she called Camelot home, Mithian's former kingdom still stood, at least some of it did, and she was eager to share Nemeth with her modern day parents. George, Sefa, two other servants and Nan accompanied them, though Nan sat on a cushioned chair and did no work at Gwen's insistence. Only the parents found it off to have such a picnic and be waited on hand and foot, while the others were perfectly at ease, though it helped that they held the picnic as their past selves. As the final battle with Morgana drew closer their past selves were stronger and more present inside them than their modern day selves so they often stayed as the king, queen, knights and members of the court that they once were.

"You do not find this at all out of place?" Anna asked her son as George helped her plump her pillows, having rushed over upon seeing her trying to adjust them herself.

"No." Arthur responded easily, popping a strawberry into his mouth. "George is a servant. It's what he does."

"And that is all he is to you?" Arthur knew that voice well; his mother disapproved. "He is a living being Ari-Arthur." It had taken awhile for them to call their children by their past names and often still messed up. "And this is no longer two thousand years ago where all a person is is a servant."

"I know that." He defended. "But whether or not it is no longer two thousand years ago, the fact remains that at least half of us, if not more at the moment, are from two thousand years ago."

"Don't remind us." His father, Alex, mumbled even while happily taking his granddaughter into his arms.

"If I may, Sire?" George spoke up.

"Of course." Arthur replied, intrigued by what the prim, proper George would say.

"My Lord, My Lady," He addressed Arthur's parents, refusing to address the parents of his king any other way. "King Arthur is correct that with our past selves so strong within us we do revert back quite easily to the way we once were, with My Lord The High King of all Britain and I but a manservant. However, you should know that there is no master kinder or more worthy of my service." Arthur's eyebrows shot up having never heard any words so flowery out of George's mouth before. "Their Majesties were always quite different than other monarchs of the time in that they did not place so high an importance on a person's station or title, nor did they make arbitrary decisions or serve only their interests simply because they are royalty. We now see that they were quite modern in that regard. Their Majesties are very kind and generous and I am very honoured to serve them, even in this day and age."

"We all are so honoured." Sefa said, having heard the whole thing. "Please do not be hard on Their Majesties. They work very hard to ensure the kingdom is safe and happy and they ask for mere trifles in return."

"Besides, if any of them were upset or dislike what was asked of them they'd let Arthur and Gwen know in their own subtle way." Merlin added.

"Or in the case of His Excellency, very blunt and directly." Sefa admonished with a slight disapproving frown. She had served far too long alongside Merlin to have allowed his new status as Court Mage to have build too big a gap between them and would often admonish him as freely as she once had.

"Yeah he's too much of a dollophead for any form of subtlety."

"Not that you were capable of subtlety, Merlin." Arthur was quick to retort.

"I hid my magic from Uther didn't I?"

"Only because you were so genuinely stupid and pigheaded that father couldn't believe a sorcerer could be such an idiot."

"Oh please, who-"

"Enough Merlin." Hunith said cutting off their bickering before they could really work themselves up.

"You too." Gwen added to her husband and both men hung their heads in acceptance.

"Papa and uncle Merlin funny." Eleanor said.

"If the two of you corrupt my daughter at such a young age you will regret it, do you understand?"

"Yes sweetheart."

"Yes Gwen." They replied in unison.

"Percy fly!" The little girl then cried, seeing that the entertainment was over. The First Knight acquiesced and caught his Princess mid air as she launched herself at him, then proceeding to throw her in the air and catch her before placing her on his shoulders and running off.

"He needs to find himself a boyfriend." Arthur commented openly. Percival no longer needed, nor wanted, to hide who he was in this time and so they were all quite open about his sexual orientation.

"You mean he needs to have his own children." Merlin countered.

"He'll do so in his own time when he's ready." Mithian said.

"Besides, I swear he already does have a boyfriend." Gwen added under her breath. No more was said on the subject, however, as mere speculation, while entertaining, was pointless. There were also two little boys trying to sneak off into the woods, thinking they had outsmarted their parents, that was demanding attention.

"William Merlin Elyan Leon Percival Pendragon…" Gwen growled warningly, causing her son and his companion to stop mid-step; the use of his full name, long as it was, a sure sign that his mother was not to be tested. "If you take one more step into those woods you will be spending the remainder of your childhood with an escort who's sole duty is to stop your fun. Am I clear?"

"Yes mama." He tried not of whine.

"We sure that's not a good idea anyways?" Vanora joined in, raising an eyebrow at her own son.

"You wouldn't!" Roy gasped.

"I would never dream about going against Her Majesty if she thought it a good idea." She responded, laying it on quite thick, both mothers having always joined forces to curb their sons' mischief.

"Now, Vanora, boys will be boys." Bors defended his son, remembering his own mischief as a child. Vanora turned her attention to her husband and he quickly regretted intervening, while Arthur was trying his hardest not to laugh, having purposefully not gotten involved.

"Don't even get me started on you." Vanora snapped and Bors wisely backed down. The other Knights had naturally heard the entire encounter and could not help but comment, only one of them though doing so seriously.

"I'd say we're lucky, that girls are easy, but I fear we haven't even scratched the surface yet." Leon commented, looking at his sleeping daughter.

"Damn right." Bors growled. "Babes are easy compared to when they grow. At least with boys you know what they're thinking, but girls?" He shuddered. "Having near grown ones is the worst I don't mind telling you. You live each day in fear that they'll come home saying they met a boy. At least most boys have a healthy fear of me, what with being a knight and having the ear of The King."

"I'd say that would be even more dangerous though, don't you think?" Lancelot spoke up with a smirk. "If boys are too scared to properly court your daughters then they'll start sneaking around. Isn't that how you and Vanora ended up forced to wed?"

"Forced?" Bors' mother, Bianca, asked, sounding quite surprised. If it was possible Lancelot's smirk grew even bigger.

"So he hasn't told you that story."

"It wasn't one they needed to know" Bors growled, his dark look promising revenge the next time they met on the training field.

"Bors and I forced my father's hand." Vanora said. "He was a stubborn mule and refused to accept Bors' suit."

"But he's a knight with the ear of The King." His father, Bernard, was confused. "Wouldn't that be considered a good match?"

"If he had been a knight at the time, yes. However, we were married during King Uther's reign, when knights were only of the nobility and Bors was naught but the village blacksmiths' son."

"Oh." While they had not tried to hide anything about their past lives from their parents they had also not shared more than the basic tales. The little details were either deemed unimportant or too awkward to share with their modern selves' parents.

"I got Vanora pregnant." Bors admitted. "Her father demanded I do the honourable thing and marry his daughter. I was only too happy to comply." He laughed at the memory of his father-in-law pounding at his door demanding marriage for his daughter and expecting a fight only to be met with none. "I think he was quite shocked by how fast we found a priest and were married."

"And just think, the same could happen with your daughters if men are too scared to court them properly." Lancelot brought the conversation back to teasing his friend. Bors head snapped in the direction of his children, specifically to his eldest daughters, with a panicked look on his face.

"Anna! Meg!" He called.

"Yes, papa?" Anna asked, looking up from the card game she was playing with her sister and two oldest brothers.

"You're to be courted properly, you hear me? I don't care how scared they are of me, if there's a boy you like you bring him home proper, no sneaking around. I promise to be nice." He added quietly though his words were still heard. Fifteen-year-old Anna squealed and rushed to her father, giving him a big hug.

"Oh thank you, papa, thank you!"

"You're welcome?" Bors questioned as he wrapped his arms around his eldest daughter. When she released him Anna then went over and hugged Lancelot as well.

"Thank you, Lancelot!" She said with a kiss to his cheek.

"I told you it wouldn't be hard, darling. A little fear himself is all he needed."

"Now hold on a moment." Bors was quite confused now, though Vanora's mirth filled eyes told him she knew exactly what had just happened. "What the bloody hell is going on here?"

"It's quite simple really. Anna asked for my help in getting you to be nice to any boy she brought home." Lancelot explained.

"And you've given your word, so you can't go back on it or I'll never believe anything you say ever again." Anna quickly added.

"Wait but…does this mean there's a boy you like?" He was scared of the answer. Anna blushed and nodded, confirming his worst fears.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Anna shot him a look, the same one her mother sent when annoyed with him.

"Oh please. You're more protective of Meg and I than Sir Percival and The King combined are of Princess Eleanor!" She said. "I asked mama for help but every time she brought it up you'd grumble about sharpening your sword and drop the subject. I had to take drastic action if we were ever to be able to go out on a proper date."

"A proper date? Have you been sneaking around with this boy?!"

"Not really, and certainly not like that. But we have spent some time together. We met shortly before Camelot fell and found each other again in this time. We realised we still liked each other and so I started planning how to be able to see him without you killing him."

"Who is he?" Bors demanded.

"Remembering your promise and knowing that I'll never forgive you if you harm him or scare him off…" Anna stressed, looking every inch her mother's daughter with the hands on her hips and narrowed eyes. "His name's Arnold."

"The butcher's boy?" Anna nodded.

"He's too old for you."

"He's seventeen, papa, only two years older than I."

"As I said, too old."

"Well tough!" Her father's continued stubbornness having finally worn down her patience. "You're going to have to accept it and give him a chance or we'll force the issue as you did with grandpapa!" Shooting him a dirty look she stalked back over to her siblings and resumed the game, leaving her father speechless.

"Is this what it's going to be like when Eleanor grows up?" Arthur asked fearfully, everyone having watched the drama unfold with both amusement and awe.

"It better not be." Gwen muttered. "Do learn from Bors' mistakes and don't make them yourself." Silence greeted that statement as the current line of discussion was exhausted and the parents were clearly in shock. Out of respect for their parents, those that had been reincarnated had spent as much time as possible as their present day children rather than their past selves when around their parents. That time had been diminishing as the battle with Morgana drew closer and their past selves became stronger within them. However, this was really the first time that the parents got to see how their children's past selves were when all together for any length of time; they had not before experienced the antics the Knights could get up to together. Any pondering on the subject, however, was thankfully cut off as their group was interrupted by a newcomer.

"Frank!" Mithian cried happily, getting up to greet her friend. After their first trip to Nemeth's ruins where they first met the historian/caretaker Merlin and Mithian had returned several times, each time being met by Frank who had an endless number of questions for them, though Mithian especially. The former Princess of Nemeth had found that talking about her past home and people did not, in fact, hurt as she thought it might, but rather was quite pleasant. As a result, the two had struck up a friendship, and quite enjoyed their talks.

"I thought I heard voices." He said, greeting Mithian with a kiss to the hand, having adopted the ancient custom with her, much to Mithian's amusement. "Though I didn't think there'd be so many."

"Frank." Merlin too greeted the man with a smile and handshake. "Allow me to introduce to you King Arthur and Queen Guinevere, as well as The Knights of the Round Table, and their court." The two in question had risen alongside their court to greet their guest and both smiled softly as his eyes widened in shock.

"The King Arthur and Queen Guinevere?"

"Yes." Mithian laughed. "Don't be so surprised. We have spoken of them often enough."

"I know, I just…didn't think I'd ever actually get to meet them."

"The pleasure is our, sir." Gwen said. "Mithian speaks very highly of you, and your care for Nemeth."

"High praise indeed." He mumbled with a slight blush.

"Come, this is the perfect time to give my parents a tour." Mithian said, linking her arm through Frank's. "These are my modern day parents, by the way, Mark and Mary." Mithian, closely followed by Merlin, led Frank and the two parents off; Mithian correctly reading that Frank needed time to process meeting more legendary figures, and knowing that getting him to speak about Nemeth would be the fastest way to do so. With them gone, everyone resumed their picnic and spent nearly an hour in peace before a piercing scream destroyed it. Arthur and his Knights were on their feet before the scream had even finished, their swords drawn, Excalibur flashing to life.

"Percival, Gwaine, Bors, remain here, the rest of you with me!" Arthur ordered as he took off with six knights following after him. The three that remained ushered their families together and formed a perimeter around them as best they could, ready for an attack from all sides.

"We have to help them!" Liam, one of Lancelot's fathers, started the protests, his husband, Luke, and the other parents quickly agreeing, none of them having liked seeing their children run off into apparent danger.

"You'd only get in the way." Gwaine said.

"They have a much better chance of making it back unharmed without any interference." Bors agreed.

"This is what we've done our whole lives. Please trust that they know what they're doing." Percival added, all three hoping to calm the parents and stop them from rushing off. Their words did nothing to calm anyone, though they considered it a victory when none of them chased after their children. Nearly fifteen minutes passed, though it felt like much longer, before they heard movement. The Knights turned to face it, having not let down their guard, though they quickly did so when they saw that it was their King and comrades returning, and not an enemy.

"Mithian!" Gwen cried, seeing her friend was quite distraught, her eyes a puffy red while tears flowed from them. Leaving her children in the capable hands of their grandparents now that it was clear that the danger was passed, she rushed to the other woman's side, wondering what could be the cause such distress, for it appeared that everyone was accounted for and unharmed. "What happened?"

"M-my father." She gasped out, her hands going to stifle her sobs once more. Seeing that Mark was there, Gwen could only surmise that she was referring to King Rodor, and looked to Merlin for confirmation.

"His tomb had been desecrated." He mumbled as he held his wife.

"What? By whom? Vandals?" Merlin shook his head.

"There was no graffiti or other signs common of simple vandals, and his crown and jewels were still there so I'd rule out a tomb robber."

"His crown?" Gwen's eyes widened. "You mean you saw…?"

"His remains were there for all to see." His voice was now a low growl, clearly angered by what had happened.

"That's what the scream was." Arthur picked up the tale. "They went down to see Rodor's tomb, so Mithian could introduce her father to her modern day parents. And they found that."

"But his wasn't the only one." Leon added. "Several of the tombs were broken in to, though none as badly as King Rodor's. Nothing was missing, however, from any of them. Except for one."

"Wouldn't call that one a tomb though." Said Tristan. "It was a simple wooden box left unceremoniously on the floor, covered by some fallen debris."

"And what was missing from it?" Gaius asked, he and the others having come over to hear what had happened.

"The body." Arthur confirmed.

"Someone stole an ancient dead body?" Gemma, Galahad's mother, asked confused. "I understand that ancient remains can be priceless, I mean look at the pharaohs of Egypt, but to take that one, in an unmarked coffin, and leave all the others with their riches untouched? What's so important about this body?"

"We don't know. We don't know who it was, or when the coffin was placed in the crypts, though it's clearly not meant to be there in the royal crypts of all places." Merlin shot Gaius a meaningful look. "But there were traces of dark magic."

"New?" The Court Physician asked.

"Not very." Merlin shook his head. "A week old, maybe."

"You think it's a wraith?" Percival asked, catching on to their meaning. "Like what happened with Tristan de Bois?" Those who had been in Camelot when Uther was still alive shuddered at the memory of Arthur's uncle coming back to life by dark magic, and the battle he had almost fought against the wraith were it not for his father taking his place. Not much could kill something that was already dead and so Merlin had bargained with Kilgharrah for a sword forged in a dragon's breath, though at the time his actions were only known to Arthur, Gwen, Hunith and Gaius. He had sworn that only Arthur, The Once and Future King, would wield the sword, though it had been Uther in the end who had slain the wraith. Kilgharrah's rage at that man wielding the sword forged in his breath had been great, regardless of the fact that it had not been Merlin's fault. Out of guilt, Merlin had given the sword to The Lady of the Lake for safekeeping so that it may never fall into the wrong hands again; though he was convinced that the sword now resided in the right hands, Excalibur having been enchanted from that sword originally meant for Arthur, though he had no proof.

"I think it's a strong possibility." Merlin said, while Leon quietly informed those not in the know about the story of Tristan de Bois.

"But what unfinished business could whoever it was have?" Gwen asked, remembering Gaius' teachings about wraiths. "If Merlin's right it's been almost a week since he, or she, was reanimated. There's only one person we know of who has enough power to conjure to wraith. Morgana is not one to wait, surely if she had conjured a wraith she'd have set it on its revenge already."

"Unless one wraith is not all she's conjuring." Gaius suggested. His implication was clear, though none wanted to think on it, and so they merely waited for him to elaborate. "With Merlin's wards in place around the world she needs something to counter them. A regular army will do no good, but an army of the undead? There is only one known way to kill something that is already dead; nothing else save an immortal blade is powerful enough to stop it. Perhaps not even Merlin's wards."

"I haven't felt that much dark magic gathering though." Merlin reasoned, grasping at straws that Gaius' hypothesis wasn't true. "Conjuring one wraith I'd need to be near it, or near the site of the reanimation to sense it, but an entire army would reek of dark magic."

"You've missed dark magic before." Arthur murmured with no trace of condescension in his voice, he was merely stating fact.

"Even if Morgana has found a way to mask her use of dark magic, don't wraiths need to have some unfinished business to be reanimated?" Leon asked, one of the few who had seen a wraith before, and had learned all they could about them at the time. "To suit Morgana's purposes she'd have to find an army's worth of people whose unfinished business is fighting this infernal war that just won't end." Merlin groaned and his eyes widened.

"Bugger…"

"What is it?" His wife asked, having finally calmed down when she realized how serious the discussion had turned.

"The Saxons."

"Aren't the Saxons gone though?" Gwen's father, Gareth, asked hesitantly.

"Exactly." Was Merlin's simple reply. "There were thousands of Saxons that attacked Camelot the day it fell. Thousands of Saxons that died alongside us…without the war having truly come to an end."

"You think she's resurrecting the Saxons." It wasn't a question.

"What happened to their bodies, Merlin?" Arthur then asked. Merlin shook his head.

"I don't know. I was…inconsolable when I saw you had all died. I gave you lot, and Camelot's citizens, a proper burial, but I simply banished the Saxons bodies to I know not where."

"Can you find out?" Galahad asked. "That information would be really useful right about now. If their bodies are still there, then Gaius' theory is probably wrong. But if not…"

"Then we most likely have an army of the undead, who can probably circumvent Merlin's wards, coming after us…and only one weapon that can defeat them." Arthur finished, his hand going to Excalibur's hilt as he looked down on the only immortal blade in existence.


A/N - And we arrive at the beginning of the final battle, with a clear indication of who will be fighting it for Morgana. Only about three chapters left if I stick to my plan!

Also for those who are a bit confused by all the people in this chapter (even though some never spoke) or just simply curious, they are as follows:

Parents:
Arthur - Alex & Anna
Gwen - Gareth & Gabriella
Mithian - Mark & Mary
Galahad - Gary & Gemma
Gwaine - Greg & Gail
Leon - Lloyd & Leila
Percival - Pablo & Penelope
Logan - Luke & Liam
Tristan - Ted & Tiffany
Bors - Bernard & Bianca
Dagonet - Gwayne & Diane

Children:
Arthur & Gwen:
- Willian (5)
- Eleanor (3)

Bors & Vanora
- Gilly (17)
- Anna (15)
- James (14)
- Meg (12)
- Charlie (10)
- Marcus (9)
- Anthony (7)
- Roy (6)
- Alyce (5)

Leon & Elena
- Sara (2)

Dagonet & Alaria
- Lucan (12)
- Nancy (4)

Tristan & Mary
- Alastair (3)
- Ewan (1)