Hey guys! I'm back! Sooooo sorry for the long absence, school been killing me. This chapter is pretty long, to make up for the lost time. There is a lot of flashback in this story, so just so you know, flashback is italics, and bold is when Aimee and Angus talk to each other via their brain connection.

Enjoy!

Part 10, Angus

Angus's sword fell out of his hand, and Frank held him at sword point, grinning. "I win."

He saw the look on Angus's face. "Are you okay?"

Aimee! He thought urgently.

Angus!

Angus felt a hand grip his arm, and he looked down to see those stormy grey eyes that were everything to him, those eyes who had never given up on him, never let him down.

Aimee looked like she was drowning, and he was her only anchor to the world. "It's really you," she whispered. The look on her face broke his heart.

"Aimee I-" He heard someone clear their throat. It was Pollux.

"Hate to interrupt this incredibly important chat, but we really need to get going. That is, if you don't want to flunk curfew!"

Aimee, still in a state of shock, led him, with Frank in tow, down to the aisle where she had probably been sitting before. She slid in next to a pretty greek girl with red make-up, and Angus sat next to her. Frank slid in next to him. Angus gave Aimee's hand a reassuring squeeze. Somehow this did not seem to reassure her. The rest of Pollux's speech was a bit of a blur. After it was over, Aimee led Angus out into a hallway. She pushed him up against the wall.

"Explain." She took a deep breath. "What the hell happened? You abandoned me. You left. You left me and I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead."

Aimee

On the word dead, Aimee had a flashback. Not a flashback exactly. It was more of a rush of memories.

She was laughing, running through the woods. Angus was following her, not sprinting as hard as he could, but hard enough to keep up with his faster sister. Suddenly Aimee saw a flash of white fur through the leaves, followed by black. She heard a pained howl. She was only 8 years old, but she was already trained to fight, and pulled out her dagger. Angus!

What?

We have to follow them!

What are you talking about?

I saw something. Follow me.

She could almost hear him sigh.

I'm coming.

They communicated better this way, especially when hunting or tracking. They couldn't be heard. If she ever went to school in the future, she looked forward to being able to talk to her brother all class without being caught. She smiled at the thought, but heard the pained howl again, this time followed by a dangerous growl. She could hear Angus running behind her, and heard his sword being pulled out of it's sheath.

I can hear them too.

Aimee reckoned she could probably take down whatever the black animal was, but she knew Angus would want to be the one to save the day.

You fight the black one, I'll take care of the white one. Deal?

Deal.

(A/N Maybe Deal will be our always)

They ran into the clearing and saw a black wolf advance against a white one. The white wolf whimpered in fear. Aimee came to a halt, and Angus came up beside her.

You go around to the left, distract it, work your sword. Maybe we'll get meat tonight.

They hadn't had meat in three days. Their mother had been getting weaker and was now unable to weild her bow. Aimee's stomach rumbled at the thought of fresh meat and she heards Angus's stomach do the same beside her.

I'll go to the right and tend to the white one. Ready? Now!

They ran their separate ways. Angus began to fight the black wolf, and Aimee ran over to the white one. "Run away," she whispered. The wolf tried to, but couldn't seem to move. Aimee noticed that her left front paw was bleeding, the red standing out against the snow white fur. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the bandages her mother insisted she keep with her. "Animal Communications taught me that you should always be able to save an animal and possible future henchman," her mother would say. Aimee would always roll her eyes, but her mother's advice was proving useful. Aimee wrapped the bandages around the wolf's paw, and the wolf took a tentative step. When it found it could walk, it bounded towards Aimee and started nuzzling against her side. Aimee grinned. "I'm gonna call you Tessa," she said, patting Tessa's head. Suddenly she heard a yell.

"Aimee!" Angus called. He was on the ground, his sword two feet away. The black wolf was walking towards him. Aimee saw red. That was her brother. And no one was messing with him. She ran towards the wolf and waved her left hand. Sparks came out, just like Merlin had taught her. The wolf was flung back, and she sprinted towards Angus. "What's wrong, Angus? Where does it hurt?"

"My side," he whimpered. "It hurts, Mimi." That was his pet name for her. It annoyed her like hell, but she didn't care right now. She pulled out her bandages again, only to hear a growl behind her. The black wolf was recovering, and coming close. Aimee raised her left hand, ready to shoot another spell at it, but Tessa came out of nowhere and attacked the wolf with the same amount of vigour Aimee felt when it tried to hurt Angus. She bandaged Angus's side, and pressed her left hand to the place where the wound was wrapped up. She began to murmer words softly, her love evident. Angus slowly fell asleep. Aimee found his sword, put it back in his sheath, and levitated him with her left hand. She then turned to help Tessa, but found that Tessa was doing just fine on her own.

When they returned that night, her mother grinned the first real smile she had smiled since Lancelot died. She ran up to hug Aimee and helped Angus down. Her mother looked fondly at Tessa, who was dragging the carcas of the black wolf along. "Glad to see someone's going to be looking after my kids when I'm gone," she whispered.

Aimee remembered asking what her mother meant, and her mother shrugging it off, laughing and saying it was nothing. How wrong she was, how foolish to believe it.

Aimee groaned, falling against the wall. "Aimee!" Angus said urgently. "Aimee!"

She was sleeping peacefully, Tessa snuggled into her side. She slowly began to wake up, and checked the locket around her neck. It read twelve o'clock. Aimee was alarmed. Her mother usually woke her up around eleven, and treated her with the, 'At ten years old you should be awake before nine!' lecture. She sat up, and saw her mother sleeping next to her. Aimee frowned. "Mum," she whispered. "Mum!" Her mother didn't move. "Mum!" she almost yelled. Her mother didn't respond. Aimee pressed her head into her mother's side, listening desperately for the weak beat that meant everything was fine, everything was okay. But it wasn't there. Tears formed in Aimee's eyes as she remembered her mother teaching her how to shoot, hunt, even dance (although she failed miserably). How she and her mother would sing song's together, and gang up on Angus when he was grumpy (usually when he was hungry). The way her mother would tell her stories of her father, and her half-brother, Tedros, and how her mother would tell her she was destined for great things. The teasing mum would give her when she screwed up her nose at romance. The way her mother would scold her when she was being sarcastic, but laugh anyway. The love, the laughter, the tears. Everything. And that was all gone, all gone as she held her mother's cold body in her arms, sobbing her eye's out. Angus woke up beside her and immediately knew something was wrong. He began to cry with Aimee when he realised. He held her, held onto her as they both broke down, and Tessa rose from where she had been lying. Tessa didn't like the way Aimee was crying, and tried to make it better. Tessa nudged their mother, and Guinevere's eyes opened, revealing blue eyes, beautiful blue eyes, eyes so alike to those of Tedros's. Aimee shakily reached out and closed them again. "She's not coming back Tess. She's not coming back."

They took the week long hike to their father's burial site, underneath the tree where Guinevere and Lancelot used to meet. They spent the day digging the grave, and stayed in that one place for a month, mourning. Even when they finally left, they always's returned there. Always. At least once a year, with lavender. Lavender was Guinevere's favourite flower, and there was a never ending supply in the woods if you knew where to look.

Aimee held onto Angus now as she had then, that horrible morning. Vaguely she thought maybe she should take Tedros to their mother's burial site. He deserved it. It would mean just as much to him, maybe even more.

"Merlin!" Aimee shrieked. He had levitated Angus upside down, and even Aimee's magic couldn't turn him back around.

Eleven year old Angus was laughing, unfazed. He watched food float out of Merlin's hat, sucking on a lollipop. He burped and multicoloured bubbles came out.

Merlin smiled at Aimee. "What do you want, Princess Aimee?" He asked, playing dumb.

Aimee scowled. "Don't call me that. And you know what I want! Put him down!"

"If I put him down, will you let me call you Princess? Because you are a princess!"

"Fine," Aimee huffed. "As long as I don't have to wear pink."

Merlin laughed. "Whatever you want, Princess." He put Angus down and pulled out his own lollipop. "What are your next orders?"

"First," Aimee said, "I want a lollipop."

"Please?" Merlin sang.

"Please." He handed her a lollipop. "And I want you to tell us stories." Angus nodded his head in agreement.

"What stories?" Merlin asked.

Tell him to tell us about Mum.

I wanna hear about Tedros!

What about Mum and Tedros?

Fine.

Aimee still didn't like to talk about their mother, but she loved hearing about their half-brother. "We want a story about Tedros and Mum. Both of them."

"Okay," Merlin agreed. He launched into a funny story, Aimee and Angus becoming immersed.

Once the story was finished, Angus spoke up. "Will we ever get to meet Tedros, Merlin?"

Merlin had smiled. "Of course Angus. Of course."

Aimee sank to the floor, and Angus came with her. "I love you, Aimee," he whispered. "I would never die on you. Not after mother. I promise."

They had been walking for hours, under Merlin's instructions. It was their 13th birthday, and they walked into a town. 'Maidenvale', the sign read.

Why would Merlin ask us to come here?

I dunno. He said there was a storybook we'd wanna take a look at.

Let's find the store then.

After a while they found a small bookstore. Merlin had said we'd know what we were looking for when we found it, but Aimee wasn't so confident. Then, all of a sudden, she heard Angus yell. "Aimee!" he called. "I found it!"

Aimee figured it must be really good if Angus was communicating out loud.

"I'm coming," she said. She jogged to the front of the store, and there it was. 'The Tale of Sophie and Agatha'. Sure, the title wasn't what caught their attention- it was the cover. Because on the cover there were two girls- vastly different in appearance- and a beautiful blond boy with eyes she knew. Tedros. Aimee felt so proud, so proud. Her brother had made it into a fairytale! But then she remembered that not all fairytales have happy endings.

Angus! We have to read it quickly! What if he sacrificed himself or some heroic shit and now he's dead! You never know in fairytales!

Calm down, Mimi! Merlin. You read it first.

And it was painful. Reading how Tedros was played by Sophie, how he struggled to lead because their mother left him. Left him for them. How even when he chose the Princess, she chose her Evil friend over him. And yet, she couldn't force herself to hate the Princess. She could see herself in Agatha, as much as she hated it.

Aimee could, however, bring herself to hate the witch. She had not known then, as she did now, that Tedros eventually forgave the witch, and that her hate would give in to simply dislike.

But for then, Aimee was content to hate.

Angus shook her shoulders. "Stop it!" He yelled. "Stop! Please…"

"Please…" Aimee whispered, tears falling down her face at her parents grave. Angus was missing, and she had nothing but her few possessions and Tessa. Tessa nuzzled her hand as Aimee wept. Suddenly Aimee heard a rustle above her, and Merlin swung down upside down from the tree.

"Aimee darling! How are you?" She didn't answer, only stared at him in disbelief. He seemed to register that something was wrong. She watched confusion cross his face as he took in her surroundings.

"Aimee… Where's Angus?"

And he held her as she cried, cried, cried. Merlin handed her a letter. She would open it later, but for then she just numbly accepted it. "What is it?"

"It's an acceptance letter to the School for Good and Evil. I want you to go find Camelot, my dear. Meet your brother, accept your birthright. I'll find Angus my dear. I know a Princess who will be more than happy to help out."

And with that, he was gone.

Aimee looked up into Angus's eyes. "Where were you, and why did you leave me?"

Cliffhanger!

Hope you guys enjoyed, please review, it really motivates me to write knowing people are reading my story and enjoying it. I will make an effort to have another chapter up soon, but sorry if it takes me a while again. Stay on the lookout for Blood on the Stars, I'm working on that LOTR one shot as well.

Love you all, remember to review! 3

-TessaTrueblood