Here's the next chapter.

I personally think that it isn't as good as the rest (someone's going to say that I'm wrong).

This is just filling a gap.

Lancelot walked through the nearly empty courtyard humming a happy tune of victory. He had turned down Gwaine's offer of going to the Tavern with him and the others simply because it was the servant's sword fighting competition and he wanted to get himself and the others some good seats to cheer on Merlin. Unlike the Gwaine, Percival, Elyan and Arthur, he wanted to get good seats to cheer Merlin on not watch him be beaten into the dirt. Leon had backed him up on that, but still wanted to go to the Tavern. Who could blame him; Gwaine was paying and actually giving over the money this time. He was walking down the steps as the sun was starting to set when he heard giggling. He turned to where the noise had come from and smiled before sighing and shaking his head slowly.

A bunch of serving girls had cornered Merlin and were endlessly tryin to flirt with him. Lancelot knew Merlin needed saving as the tips of his big ears were turning a rosy pink red. Lancelot walked over wondering how the boy had become so popular with the girls so quickly. Everyone had noticed, and Gwaine was getting jealous, which every knight that knew found hilarious.

Lancelot reached the group.

"Ladies, sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow Merlin from you," he said smoothly, not to anger any of the women. Moreover, women anger easily. Merlin smiled and jumped through the group. The serving girls sighed and departed back to their jobs as Merlin and Lancelot walked away down a corridor by the courtyard.

"Thanks Lancelot, I needed to get away. Dennis normally does it for me, but he's at the hall for the feast."

Lancelot frowned. "There's a feast?" Lancelot asked, knowing nothing of this.

"Yah, to celebrate how well the games are going and the fact that no one has died yet. And it's a full moon tonight did you know?"

"What is it with you and full moons?" Lancelot asked. Merlin shrugged.

"I was born under one, so I guess they have always fascinated me. I've nearly read every book on them in the castle library," Merlin said proudly, a wide and stupid grin spreading across his pale face. Lancelot laughed lightly and shook his head.

"You need a hobby Merlin."

"I've read a lot about snakes and wolves, and kittens are just adorable," he said, jumping excitedly for just a second.

"A decent hobby."

"Magic," Merlin whispered, smile growing wider. Lancelot sighed.

"A decent and legal hobby Merlin."

"Oh," the boy's face blanked. "Well, I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon," he said, not happy that he was going to have to get a normal hobby. Merlin doesn't exactly like normal things. They're too... Normal.

Suddenly a clang came from down the corridor. Merlin only just noticed that they had stopped walking a while back. At the end of a corridor was what looked like an old woman who seemed to have dropped a big metal ball that had made the clang noise. The woman turned round to see that Merlin and Lancelot had seen what had happened and she started to scuffle away. Lancelot and Merlin gave chase after the woman.

They turned the corner to see the woman turning another one at the end of the corridor. How could the woman move so fast? Running down the corridor, Merlin sensed a great deal of magic nearby and guessed that it was the woman that they were chasing. An uncomfortable feeling swirled inside Merlin as they neared the old lady. They turned a final corner and almost toppled into the woman.

"A tervem nem lehet megállítani..." The woman hissed at them like a snake. Lancelot drew his sword. Merlin looked under the hood and tried to see the woman's face.

"Ön Maris nagymamája," Merlin hissed back in the strange language that she spoke. Lancelot sighed, rolling his eyes. Something else Merlin can do that's probably illegal, again.

"Igen," hissed the woman.

"Merlin... Stop talking in that strange language... You're sort of starting to scare me," Lancelot whispered. He didn't like not knowing what they were talking about, not one bit. He didn't want Merlin getting into something he shouldn't again. He also didn't want anyone to suddenly come round the corner and heard.

"Beszélt a terv..." Merlin hissed.

"Ahhoz, hogy rabszolagava Camalot a bort isznak ma este, es erot a kiraly, hogy leugrike a var.." Merlin's eyes bulged.

"I can't let you do that," he said sternly. He wasn't going to let this woman do that.

"Do what?" cried Lancelot. Merlin turned and looked at him, frowning confused.

"Didn't you just hear what we said?"

"You were talking in some sort of weird snake like language!" he almost yelled. Merlin was even more confused. He didn't know how to speak any other language apart from English and a little French... How was he speaking some sort of snake language?

The old woman hissed at the two men, causing their attention to be back on her. She took a threatening step towards them in a frightening way. Her body jerked forwards uncontrollably, causing her to fall to one knee, palms flat on the cold, stone floor. The woman's body started to shake out of control, as she brought her hands up to her hood to pull it off. Lancelot grabbed Merlin's arm and dragged him away slowly, but making him run. The woman flung her hood off. A King Cobra the size of Merlin, jumped out at them, reaching them within seconds, leaving a pile of clothes behind where the woman had once been. The snake's mouth was wide open, ready to bite Merlin who was the closest. Merlin grabbed Lancelot's sword from his hands and swung it round, as the snake was an inch from biting him. The warlock swung the sword and with one movement, cut of the snake's head. The creature fell to the floor lifeless.

Lancelot and Merlin stopped and looked at the Cobra with no head.

"I think I just killed Maris's grandmother..." Merlin panted.

"I don't think he's going to be too happy with that," Lancelot commented.

"Nah... I'm," Merlin gulped. "I'm sure he'll be fine with it," Lancelot nodded.

"What did she say?" Merlin turned to Lancelot his eyes wide. He turned and sprinted off. Lancelot sighed and cursed, running off after Merlin. "Merlin!" cried the knight.

"She's going to enslave Camelot by the wine they're all going to drink! Then kill the Kings!" He said, not slowing down or looking behind him at the knight. Merlin turned a corner sharply whilst Lancelot had to slow down then speed up again. Since when could Merlin run so fast? Lancelot was finding it hard to keep up with the young servant. No one else was in the corridors as they ran for the Grand hall.

The two burst through the door.

"STOP!" they both screamed as if it was a wedding.

However, they arrived, just as everyone downed their drink...

Little cliff hanger :)

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