A rustling leaves and a sudden dark cloud forced Merlin to brush away his shock; Vivi long dark hair blew around her small face. Merlin's shrewd eyes lifted in the direction of the dark sky. I can't handle him now. Not today. I don't want or need his words of wisdom right now. He'll never understand. I can hardly believe it.

Kilgharrah plopped down on a wide stretch of grass. His wise old eyes raked over Merlin's lanky form. His titled his large head curiously when he spotted Vivi standing next to Merlin.

"Merlin, Good Morning."

"Hello, Kilgharrah."

The old dragon sniffed Vivi and frowned darkly. "Did you shrink her?"

Vivi's dark hair flipped in annoyance. "I am not my mother."

Kilgharrah scowled. "Morgana's spawn? Who would be so stupid to lay with the witch?"

Merlin flushed as awareness dawned on the ancient creature. The dragon clapped his claw against his head. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from her? She is the dark to your light. The evil to your good. I didn't say make anyone in the middle or striped people?" Kilgharrah stomped around the woods muttering to himself that Merlin was an idiot.

Meekly, he stalked back to Merlin and Vivi. "I'll give you a ride back home." Kilgharrah didn't trust the little girl with Merlin. Her mother's evil ran deep. He didn't know if Merlin's goodness could destroy such evil.

Mulekia red eyes fluttered around in annoyance. Blasted that old dragon. Now, he was going to have to hunt for a small bunny to ease his hunger. He wiped a string of drool from his sticky mouthy. His tail swatted a butterfly as he pouted. I'm hungry. I woke up early. That's not fair. They were my food. Now, I need to find something else to eat. Mulekia crimson eyes watched the dragon in the sky; I'll just follow him.

Arthur eyed Morgana was shock. She had a child by Merlin. Merlin was a father. Merlin had a daughter by his wayward evil sister. Merlin's child was fatherless. He loved his children dearly; he would never forgive Gwen, if she denied him their children. He would hunt her until the ends of Albion. When he found her…

"Such dark thoughts, brother."

"How could you?"

"What?"

"He had a right to know."

"Just add it to my list of sins."

"It would take too long to find the end, "Arthur spat.

"That didn't hurt." Morgana lied. It hurt that Arthur viewed her with such contempt. She hoped that someday he would forgive her. Maybe, they could find a way.

"She wants a family."

"Leave her here-"

"No."

"Let me finish," Arthur snapped. "Stay for awhile. Let her bonded with Merlin."

"You would do this?"

"For Merlin, but I'm watching you."

"Of course."

Gwen was mildly surprised when Arthur and Morgana entered the nursery. Gwydre ran his dark blue eyes over Morgana as he crossed his small arms. Duran rushed behind Gwen's skirts and hid his little face. Amhar smiled brightly at his Aunt, while the baby toddled in the direction of her father with her arms extended.

"Fafa," she yelled. She wrapped her arms around Arthur's strong legs. He bent down and lifted Rowan into his arms. Her soft body gave him reassurance that he did the right thing. Rowena's small hand smacked his lean face. Morgana was startled by Arthur's easy manner with the chubby baby.

"Children," Arthur drawled. "This is your Aunt Morgana."

Gwen pushed Gwydre towards Morgana.

"Good Morning, Aunt Morgana."

Amhar bounced towards Morgana and wrapped himself around her slender legs. Morgana's eyes widen in shock. 'Hello, Aunt Morgana, can you turn someone into a toad?" Gwen twisted her mouth as she pulled Amhar away. It was difficult to move because Duran was curled around her tiny legs.

Morgana gently shook her dark head. "I don't turn people into toads."

"But, can you?'

Arthur gave Amhar a stern look. He flushed and ducked behind Gwen's legs. Duran peered around Gwen's legs. Morgana swallowed nervously when she met eyes so like Gwen's. So, full of innocence and sweetness. Emotions that she almost destroyed in her faithful friend. His small fingers snuck into Gwen's soft hand.

"Moth, is she a sire?"

Arthur gave Duran a perplexed look. "No, little one, she's a girl."

"No, we read about monsters. No, darling, she isn't a Siren."

"Oh."

Duran smiled brightly at Morgana, shyly, he moved from Gwen's skirt. He took small steps towards Morgana. Gwen bit her lip nervously as she watched her son moving in Morgana's direction. Arthur resisted the urge to give Gwen the baby and scoop Duran into his arms. He was so shy; he didn't take well to new people. Duran stopped in front of Morgana.

"Hi, Morga."

Morgana dropped to her knees and looked deeply into Duran's sweet brown eyes.

"Hello, Duran." She offered him her trembling pale hand. She laughed in surprise when he leaped and wrapped his arms around her neck. "Pretty," he murmured in her dark hair. Morgana hid her tears against his soft neck. He smelled like porridge and cookies. No one had given her any affection, besides Vivi in almost eleven long years. Morgana rose and walked around the nursery cradling Duran in her arms.

Arthur gave Gwen a sideways glance. "Don't get any ideas."

Mulekia was annoyed. The sun was hot. The grass was too high. His belly was empty and his claws ached. His head flung when the smell of noble children assaulted his sense. Lunch, please be tender. He scurried in the direction of the castle. He licked his lips when he spotted Duran leaning between the stones on the ramparts of Camelot. How sweet is he? It's like having desserts for dinner. His shifty eyes noticed a small brown woman holding a chubby baby with round pink cheeks and fat rolly legs. He almost squealed when he smelled Mother's milk. The woman's going to have a baby. Perfect, I can eat four for three. His scaly tail waggled happily. He plopped down near a barrel of water. What's wrong with these people? I'm a horrible beast, why aren't they screaming and calling for help. Mulekia wanted a fear starter before his main course. He eyed the castle with sharp eyes. How do I get in? He looked around the castle until he spied an open door. Really, this is too easy?