"Come on Sire, time to get your lazy ass off the ground." Sahara said, kicking her prince. Merlin groaned at the dull pain in his side.

"Why?" He asked. Couldn't he sleep in a little longer?

"Because we have to leave. If Arthur or Thomas and his party don't return to their kingdoms, I'm afraid that king Uther would wage war. " She said.

Merlin, reluctantly opened his eyes and smiled as he saw hers, the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

"Hey." He said to her and he swore she blushed.

"Hey, now Up!" she kicked him again and Merlin scrambled up, the wound on his chest was almost healed, though there would be scarring.

"Ouch!" He whined but got up.

They stood, so close to each other, It would be so easy for Merlin. All he had to do was lean in. That was it, just lean in.

Merlin was drawn to those lips, those soft, pink lips and he found himself leaning forward, they're lips meeting.

To his surprise and Pleasure, Sahara kissed back.

They just stood there for what felt like years.

Flashbacks of his childhood came back to him, of him and Sahara.

Them playing in the river, going for rides, her laughing when he would tell her of the pranks that were pulled. Her clapping when he was crowned, Prince of Asectian and finally, her promising that she would come back as soon as she could when she left one week before the raid.

"I knew it!" Jordan yelled and they broke away, blushing.

"I-" He tried but she grinned.

"I know." She smiled, taking his hands in hers. "I love you too."

She leaned in for another kiss but Jordan stopped them.

"Come on Love birds, we should get ready to leave." Jordan told them, patting Merlin on the back and whispering into his ear.

"Get in there, bro." He winked and Merlin punched him in the arm, idiot.

"Sorry." He told her, when she looked confused he said. "About my brother."

"What can you do? He's Jordan." She kissed him on the cheek and got on The spare horse. They always took one spare horse.

"You coming?" She told him and he smiled, jumping on his horse.

"You think you can beat me?" He told her.

"There is only one way to find out." She told him and kicked her horse.

"Yah!" She yelled and started to gallop off, Merlin followed suit.

"Come on Merlin!" She yelled, her laughter echoing through the trees.

Merlin laughed alongside her and soon, he caught up to her.

"Is that the best you have?" He asked her and she kicked her horse again.

"symud yn gyflymach." She whispered and suddenly, her horse put on a new burst of speed.

"Hey!" Merlin yelled but he didn't know the spell to follow her. So, he said a spell that his father told him when he was younger.

"Horse Great! Sprout adenydd ar fy orchymyn!" He yelled and was startled to see his horse actually start to grow wings, it was a spell only a dragonlord could do.

He looked at Sahara and whispered.

"Horse Great! Sprout adenydd ar fy orchymyn!"

She screamed as the horse took off into the air, its pure white wings shinning in the sun. It was a weird thing to see, a pure white horse with white wings and a pitch Black horse with Black wings.

Merlin started to laugh, he couldnt help it.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhh!" He screamed, raising his arms. It was just like riding Kilgarrah, except he was incontrol.

"This is amazing!" Sahara yelled. "You have to teach me how to do this!"

"Sorry Sahara! Dragonlords only!" He cast a spell to make sure they would have unlimited air and rose up above the clouds. Sahara joining him. His father had always warned him to cast that spell if he wanted to go too high.

Soon, they slowed down so that they're horses were only gliding.

"Its beautiful." Sahara whispered next to him.

The sun was bright but the clouds were below them, the sky was a beautiful blue and the clouds lay there like a thousand lambs.

"I know." He whispered back. He turned to her. "My father used to do this spell. We would stay up here for hours. "

"Do you miss him?" Sahara asked him and he turned to her, tears in his eyes.

"With all my heart."

To say that Arthur was pissed was a major underestimation. He was more than pissed. Merlin had rode off with some girl and then ,apparently, the horses had sprouted wings. Well, that was what one of the knights said. Thomas and Jordan started to laugh.

"What?" Arthur asked them.

"Merlin's father was a sorceror, he might have told Merlin this one spell." Jordan told him, in truth, Balinor had told him many spells but Arthur didnt know that.

"Merlin has Magic?" Arthur asked in shock.

"Actually, he has the ability to give a horse wings." Thomas told him. "Merlin never wanted to learn magic but his father made him learn this one spell. So that if Merlin was ever running away from someone he could get away."

Arthur immidiatley felt relieved, he was worried that Merlin was actually a sorceror. Then he laughed at the thought, imagine Merlin as a sorceror.

He just couldn't picture Merlin using Magic.

Arthur spotted something on the ground, blood.

"Men!" He yelled, jumping off his horse.

"It must have been from her wound." One of the knights said, richard?

"What wound?"Arthur, Thomas and Jordan asked.

"Oh, the werewolf bit her." He told them. "But it was only a small bite, nothing serious."

Arthur nodded, if it was only a small bite she would be fine.

The werewolf BIT her. Oooooooooooooooooooh. What does this Mean for Merlin and Sahara's relationship. Will they pull through or will Sahara kill him. Also, Why does Merlin like cursed Girls?