Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews! And the followers and the support I haven't gotten a negative comment yet! Well except the ones from myself. Ok so as promised action and secrets starting to be revealed YAY. That Morgana! Anyone have a time-machine….and a shotgun? Ok, ok, I'll stop rambling. Sadly BBC has not given me the rights to Merlin, I still own nothing. Chapter 3 here we go:

The first day of riding had gone smoothly, too smoothly in Merlin's opinion. He couldn't remember the last time things had gone so well. And then, on the second day, in the morning, just as they'd set off, things started to go wrong. It had started when Merlin had asked for Arthur to give him the map. Arthur fumbled for it trying to hand it to him and promptly dropped it in the mud.

"You do know Merlin, that that was the only map in the entire castle that showed the old ruin right?" Merlin sneered at Arthur, making all the knights laugh.

"Sorry Sire." Arthur spat the last word and dismounted to pick up the soggy piece of parchment.

"Don't worry about it." Merlin waved his hand with an evil twinkle in his sapphire eyes. "You'll just have a few more chores to do when we get back."

Arthur groaned, he knew he wasn't this mean to Merlin, (A/N *smirks* that is exactly what Arthur would do to Merlin in a situation like that.) –so why was Merlin treating him this way?

Merlin started to list the chores that Arthur would have to do, a teasing light still in his eye but Arthur knew that he would still have to do them.

"Lets see I'll want my chambers and the guest chambers floors scrubbed. I need the round table polished and what else.." He trailed off considering. "Ah! I know! I want you to polish the boots of the entire army." He finished with a completely evil chuckle. Revenge was priceless!

Gwaine vividly remembered the last time Arthur had made Merlin polish the armies boots, it was a punishment for sending the bill of Gwaine's drinking problem to him. He felt bad for the servant, but at least he didn't have to do it this time. The knights were all laughing at the servant's misfortune, watching him turn bright red.

"Okay, okay that's enough." Merlin choked out "Now lets see if this map is still usable." He plucked the map from Arthur's hands and gingerly wiped the soggy parchment on his pant leg. The ink was blurred but legible and Merlin saw that they were going in the exact opposite direction of where they should be.

"You DOLLOPHEAD!" He shot Arthur an angry looked. "You have been leading us in the exact opposite direction of the castle. Do you know how much time we have wasted? Morgana could be marching against Camelot right now!" He yelled glaring furiously at the ebony haired Arthur who honestly looked pretty pitiful in Merlin's body. Arthur felt rage flood through him, boiling his blood, tingling in his fingertips. He knew what a hurry they were in it wasn't his fault! He wanted to break something, he knew he could make them pay for teasing him, he was the king of Camelot for gods sake he shouldn't be treated like this. He knew he could even in this form, especially in this form, in fact he felt more powerful in Merlin's body then he had felt in his entire life!

A branch snapped from the tree above the knight's head, causing Gwaine, Elyan, Leon, and Percival to scramble for cover. All their attention was solely on the branch; only Merlin noticed Arthur's eyes flash angrily from blue to gold.

.oo0oo.

The bandits looked out from their place in the trees, Arthur's knights should have past through here by now shouldn't they? The leader a big, muscled man with thinning dark hair, and a thick beard to match shifted nervously, if they angered the Witch, he was too scared to even think Morgana's name. If they let Arthur and his knight's slip through their defenses, he and his men would not live to see another sunrise.

"Keep me posted on movement." He growled at the nearest bandit.

"Yes Sir." The bandit answered.

"What game are you playing at Pendragon?" The leader asked himself quietly.

.oo0oo.

Things moved less smoothly when they were following the right path. First of all Arthur became panicked every time his mare snapped a twig under her hoof. Merlin suspected it was because of the branch incident, and he was panicked too. Only because Arthur was an inch away from discovering his secret, and then brutally murdering him. Every turn gave way to a new patch of problems, there were thick vines covering the path, there were forks in the rode and the map was so blurred in these places that it gave no clue on which way to turn. And then they stumbled upon the Bandits' camp.

"Be on the look out." Merlin ordered the knights. In turn each of them gave a nod of obedience to the King. Drawing their swords they went cautiously into the Bandits' trap. The Bandits seemed to spring from nowhere. Charging out of bushes, climbing out of trees, the knights of Camelot found themselves overrun. The Bandit leader stepped forth, and smiled evilly as if he knew he had already won. Which, from an outsider's view it would seem he had. With a yell he charged forward towards the knights, preparing to kill them once and for all.

The clanging of metal on metal could be heard for miles. The knights noticed that this battle was not as easily won as the others. They were just as outnumbered as they had been in the others, Merlin was cowering behind some trees as usual, Arthur was alternating between fighting and yelling at him, as usual. So why hadn't they won yet? Only Merlin knew the answer, he was only yelling at Arthur to keep up appearances for that was what Arthur usually did to him, Arthur was only cowering to keep up appearances, he longed for battle, he wanted to help his men, how dare these bandits attack his knights. But he could do nothing, this body was weak, it could not hold a sword properly, it couldn't do anything useful, and his men were going to die because of it. The Bandits were winning the battle and they knew it. The leader was grinning widely,

"The Witch will be so pleased in seeing you Arthur Pendragon!" He growled "I'm sure she has many surprises up her sleeve for you. The druid boy and his army will take Camelot, and you are powerless to stop them. He will clear the throne for the rightful queen! Queen Morgana!" All his men yelled in assent

Fear flooded through Merlin. The prophecy! If Mordred and Morgana were working together, then Arthur would die. No he had to stop it there had to be a way.

Questions were reeling in Arthur's mind Druid boy? What Druid boy? He thought. But when the bandits had yelled Queen Morgana all questions were driven out of his mind by rage. That traitor did not deserve to be queen. What had she ever done for Camelot? Arthur had brought peace to the land, he had trained the best knights, and any siege his enemy had planned against him had failed. So why were they loyal to Morgana. Anger boiled his blood, and just like before, power tingled in his fingertips. Without thinking Arthur thrust his hand forward, and all the bandits were blown backwards, skulls cracking against rocks and trees. And Arthur had the strangest feeling that he had caused it.

He had the strangest feeling that he possessed Magic.

A/N: DUN DUN DUN! So what did you guys think? Any changes I need to make? I will happily take suggestions. I have the final chapter of this story planned out in my mind (Don't worry it's not happening any time soon) and the last line is hilarious. I was having giggling fits all last night. I'll update soon thanks for the continued support.