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The Druid camp was silent.

A blonde haired girl ran nervously inbetween the tents and trees, her blue eyes flitting skittishly around her.

She ran away from the camp. She would be back in a second, but right now, she had a job to do.

She ran to a little river. The bows of the trees brushed lightly against the waters. The water was dark in the night but clear, and a few silver fish danced between minute bubbles.

"Jammy!" the girl whispered loudly. "Issy!"

No one came. The girl seemed scared for a second, before grinning.

"Jemima and Isabel, come out right now before I reveal a secret."

Nothing.

"Alright..." the girl mumbled. Then she cleared her throat. "Once, when visiting a citadel in the middle-west, Jammy decided to sing a song with the wrong actions. She did it down Ely Stre-"

There was a bang of flames. Out of the fire appeared a brown haired girl with green eyes.

"Shut. Up. We were held up. Some clumsy idiot decided that stay outside and keep out of trouble means when a maid comes past, help them by bringing about one hundred boxes to their cart."

The river bubbled slightly, and then out of it climbed Issy. She was not wet, but seemed a little bashful. "Sorry. She asked and I couldn't help it. And, Grace, back me up here. You would do the same."

Grace was doubled over with laughter. Issy started to grin, but Jammy gave her a glare that made her cower.

"Sorry. But I wasn't the one who told Emrys everything."

Grace looked up. "What?"

"She told him who we were. Or, she was about to. I changed the story."

Grace glared at Jammy. She was unfased. "So? If we tell him what Morgana's doing-"

"-She kills us. And speeds up the process. Really? Really, Jammy?"

She said nothing. Grace exchanged looks with Issy.

"Anyway, it's the past now," Issy said hastily. "It's bad. He's doubting past decisions."

"But...but that's the final stage!" Jammy cried. Issy shook her head.

"I did some further reading..."

"As always," smirked Grace. Jammy laughed.

Issy grinned. "Well, if I didn't know everything about the prophecy, our job would be pretty difficult. Anyway, the final stage is...he'll see her reflection. In water. And...and he'll try to get rid of it but half drown himself in the process."

There was a silence. "You can stop that, though? Your speciality is with water?"

"Not this time. But Morgana...she's cruel. I think...she wants to make him suffer more. So...there is apparently a further final stage. Where he'll see her reflection again but still healing. In a mirror..."

"And he'll try to break the mirror and it will cut him..."

"...and he'll realise he'll like the pain..."

"...and try to do it again until...well, you know what happens then," concluded Issy darkly. Jammy and Grace blinked.

"Fantastic. So...who's for more stalking him?" Jammy asked with dark amusement.

Grace nodded. A hurricane span around her and she vanished. Issy fell back into the river. Jammy erupted in flames.

A few seconds layer, back in Camelot, three peasant girls ran through the streets, hoping that they weren't too late.

Holy banana, the plan is pretty evil!

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