Hey guys, so I know it's been a... while since I last updated. I've been sick, then my computer broke, then I got grounded from fanfiction, and on top of all that, I had a major case of writer's block. But I'm back, with option... A! By popular vote with a couple little changes to the original idea. If you're still reading this, I applaud you but now, it's time for a funny disclaimer, then the next chapter of Dear Diary.
Disclaimer: Own Merlin, I do not, hmmmmmmm.

The reaction of the knights was... varied to say the least. The first thing Elyan and Leon had done was grab their swords, until Arthur barked at them to put them away. Percival stood quietly with mild skepticism written across his face. And Gwaine of course was muttering something about how he knew it all along. Gwen's reaction however, was a different story. It began with fear, progressed into anger at Merlin for having magic, which in turn became anger at Merlin for not telling her, which turned into tears, which ended in Gwen hugging her shocked best friend and apologizing.

"Guinevere? Are you ok?" Arthur asked slowly. Gwen and Gaius shared a look before she answered.

"I'm fine, perfectly fine." She said, planting a kiss on her husband's cheek.

"Well then in that case. I've called this meeting to A) Tell you about Merlin, and B) so that we can all hear the Diary for ourselves. So without further adieu, the next entry, of Merlin's diary.

Dear Diary,
The armor went much better today, and I have to admit, tournaments aren't all bad. Though they're not something that I'd enjoy watching too often. Sir Ewan is injured. To me it looks like snake bites, the wounds I mean. Now I'm sure Valiant's using magic. I just have to go check it out.

"There's a splotch of ink where Merlin's writing cut off." Arthur looks at Merlin.

"What's that about?" Gwaine asked.

"I think that's where the ink dripped when I ran off to check out Valiant's shield. Keep reading."

Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok. He was feeding the shield. Feeding. The. Shield. I didn't even know magic could do that! The snakes were alive, as in slithering, breathing, hissing, alive. Now I'm worried, extremely worried.

"About?" Gwaine asked.
"Just listen." Merlin groaned. This was going to be a long day.

If Valiant wins the next match, he'll fight Arthur in the final! And apparently if I try to tell anyone, my word won't count for anything because I'm just a servant! Not unless I have proof. Proof. Proof. That's it! I very well might have a plan. Tomorrow night. Hopefully I won't, you know, die.
-Merlin

"Do I want to know what on earth your plan is?" Leon chuckled, his attitude seemingly changing since hearing this entry.

"It's a good plan." Merlin said mysteriously, even though his plan was to look at the shield and he only got the head by accident.

"What happened to Sir Ewan?" Elyan asked. Those who had been in Camelot at the time bowed their heads. "Oh." Arthur slid the Diary to Gwaine.

"I'll read next I guess."

So, who can guess why Gwen's acting so weirdly? Also, now that I've apologized, I do believe that I have the right to do my first 100+ review happy dance! Thank you soooooooo much everyone, this is my first story to hit that point! I love all of you. Now, off to All District Honor Band, AWAYYYYYYY.