Bob sat with his brown eyes lowered in shame. His leathery wings touched Gwen's shiny floor. His little heart raced as he hid under the table. His rough lip poked out in despair. Mary's blue eyes looked around Gwen's small cottage. She couldn't believe that tiny baby dragon could create such mayhem. He was naughty, terribly naughty. She shook her head at a slimy eggs dripping from a window. Huge puddles of water. Dusty white flour heaps. Of course, a trail of little white dragon paws. Mary grabbed a licked clean bowl of custard.

"All this for a bowl of custard, Bob. " Mary twisted her lips. Her blue eyes glowed amber as she recited a few magical words. Bob clung to a table leg as a strong wind blew into Gwen's cottage. Strange little men wearing green clothing pounced on the table. Their tiny hands quickly cleaned the egg. They sopped up the puddles of water. Swiftly, they swept the floor. Within minutes, Gwen's cottage was back in perfect order.

Bob crept from under the table. He smiled happily. He until he felt a hand grab his spiky tail.

"Oh, no, my little friend," Mary drawled with a harsh look on her pretty face. "We need to have a small chat about your behavior."

Bob had always liked the little girl until now. She was scary. He wanted his mother. He knew it was wrong to steal food, and dirty the house. He was learning. He didn't want her strong arms surrounding his shaking body. He didn't like it when she dumped him on a cold wooden chair. Mother always placed a cushion for him in the chair.

"Look at me."

"Mean," Bob croaked,

"I can get meaner." Slowly, Bob raised his head. "You are a great magical being. It's beneath you to steal food and wreck Gwen's cottage. Behave yourself or else. You have a job to do."

Bob nodded meekly. The mean little girl was right. He would behave better.

"Now, to wait on Gwen."

Gwen smiled prettily when she spotted Bob chasing a ball of red yarn. Her sharp claws entangled in a heaping of string. A warm fire roaring in her hearth as Mary stirred a pot of stew. It smelled delicious and welcoming. Wait, Mary is cooking. It's dangerous. She might put herself on fire. Gwen rushed to her table and dropped her basket of apples.

"Guinevere, calm yourself. I'm no ordinary child."

Gwen gave Mary an odd look. Gwen chuckled. "I know you are not an ordinary child."

Mary eyed Gwen cautiously as she motioned Gwen to her table. Bob's little head pooped up and he sniffed a rich aroma floating around his home. His eyes begged Mary for a bowl of stew.

Mary shot Bob a stern look. "If you allow your mother to eat. Never thought Guinevere's first child would be a dragon," she uttered in confusion. "You are cute." Bob smiled at Mary, showing two rows of sharp baby teeth. "Until you smile, you're a bit frightening." Bob rolled on his back and looked at Mary and Gwen with upside down eyes. His wings flapping around him happily until he noticed a spider swing in the corner. His eyes widened as he attempted to hunt a meaty little snack.

"Bob," Mary reprimand harshly. "That spider might save your life one day. Don't eat a potential friend."

Bob covered his head with his leathery wings. Gwen leaned over. She noticed his wings started to develop red markings. That's odd; they weren't there a few days ago. I hope it doesn't hurt my poor darling.

"Gwen." Gwen looked intently at Mary. "You need to worry about your other darling, Arthur." Gwen flushed in embarrassment. "I… don't-…it's…I love Arthur…, I'm truly do, "Gwen stammered. Mary spooned meaty broth into her mouth. She motioned Gwen to eat her soup. Gwen tapped her bowl. Mary looked at her. "I'm not very queen like. I'm-… a servant. Jusssst, don't know. So afraid."

Mary placed a hand over Gwen's. Blue eyes meet brown ones. "He loves, with all of his heart. He deserves a small piece of happiness. A place to return to, when the world is dark and heavy. He needs your embrace."

Biting her kip, Gwen wiped a tear away. "I do love him."

Mary pushed her chair away. "Off to Camelot. Tomorrow, you and the baby will arrive in Camelot. You will stay with Gauis, he's an old friend."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes, a dear old friend."

"I don't have a dress, jewels, or shoes. "

"Little things. Do not worry. Forgive me for sending you to Merlin's dusty, junky, dirty room."

Gwen grinned. "How do you know about Merlin's room?'

"I know lots and lots about Camelot. I'm a fairy."

Gwen's eyes grew wide like saucers. "Makes sense. Why me? "

"One day, you will have a son name him Llacheu. His birth will deliver a bright age to Camelot. He will bring such joy. It will be worth for everything, which I lost."

"What did you lose?'

Mary sighed. 'It's late. Finish your dinner."

"Morgana, you're slipping. Meeting Morgause on Camelot's rampart is silly and foolish. I think you want to be caught. So, you don't like the wicked witch's knickers? Too dirty for your delicate fingertips," Alvarr taunted.

Morgana hated the mirror. He could look deep into her soul, and read her emotions. She found a heavy blanket and threw it over him. She had enough on his mutterings for one night.

Morgana waved her long fingers. Small fire warmed a cauldron of water. She dropped herbs into the boiling brew. She didn't know what to believe. Merlin was a sorcerer. He lived in Camelot, and never once, did he confide in her. Never once, did he say I'm magic too, Morgana. Never once did he say anything to help her pain. Yet, he saved Gwen. He saved Arthur. He even saved Uther. Yet, deserved nothing from him. I went to Ealdor to help his mother. What did I get it? Not even, I'm magic too, Morgana. Maybe, I would have seen another light. I didn't want to kill Gwen. Just make Uther aware of the relationship. I lost everything. I'm losing everything.

"Not too late to change," Alvarr grumbled.

"Shut up!"

Morgana smiled Morgause gave her enhancement for her darling friend, Merlin. Every time, he lied or used magic; his ears would grow. Morgana chuckled. Yes, small things.

"Dumb idea, Morgana."

"Shut up!"

Merlin wanted to squeal in joy when he found Gwen sleeping in his bed with Bob curled next to her. He hand resting on his rough little head. Merlin turned on his heel to inform Arthur.

"Where are you going, Emrys?"

Over his shoulder, Merlin spotted Mary rocking in a chair. Where did she come from?

Her eyes lowered into small slits. "Do not inform Arthur. It's a surprise."

Merlin cupped his dark head. "I' can't lie to Arthur."

Mary rolled her blue eyes. "Really, how long did it take you to reveal your magic to him?"

Merlin opened his mouth in indignation; he flushed, and closed his lips tightly.

'Exactly, "Mary muttered.

She reached into her pocket and removed a small black spider. It looked like a small black dot on her hand. "I saved you life, my dear friend. Now, you must weave the most glorious dress for dear Guinevere."

The little spider jumped from her hand, leaving a trail of silken web.

"Merlin, I need a bit of glass. Coal, and a few ribbons."

"I've done my chores."

"Move."

Merlin looked at the scary little girl. She seemed so like Arthur sprouting off chores.

"I don't have all night, Merlin."

"Okay," Merlin muttered as she shuffled towards his door.

"Feathers."

"They weren't on the list."

'They are now."

Of course, Morgana wasn't in her bed sleeping like the perfect ward that Uther believed her to be. What an idiot, the great Uther Pendragon. His utter devotion to Igraine. Yes, if he understood the concept of devotion, loyalty, or just basic love Mary thought bitterly. Morgana's chamber was quite lovely. Silken drapes, heavy wool wall coverings, a vanity with a box of jewels. Yet, it was so deathly cold and empty. No wonder, she turned to the dark side.

Mary walked to the mirror. She pulled the heavy blanket form the wall. The woolen cloth slipped from her fingers ad it fell into a great heap. Mary leaned into the mirror. He small hand tapped hard.

"Wake up, Alvarr. You slick, sick piece of reflecting glass. Wake up before I shatter you," Mary gritted through her teeth.

"Mary, Mary, so contrary," Alvarr uttered. "What took so long?"

"I was delayed by something flat, reflecting, and annoying. Why did you interfere with destiny? You broke the rules."

Alvarr laughed bitterly. "I broke the rules? You should talk, Mary. But, that's not your name."

"I have a rock in my pocket. It wants to meet you."

"So, violent. I helped destiny. What's your excuse?'

"I have an interest."

'Really?"

"Yes,"

"I grow tired of this, show yourself. Meet me as a woman. A child, really… I hate children. They leave smudges on me. One day, I'll get out of here. Then, I play a tune and lead the filthy beasts away. Children, disgusting, dear. Let's play as adults."

Mary stepped back. She arched a blonde eyebrow at Alvarr. A blue cloud enveloped her as Alvarr smiled slightly.

"Igraine, how are you?"

Alvarr was amazed by her glorious beauty. He understood Uther's love, no obsession for her. Her soft blonde curls hung down her shoulders ducted with pearls. Her pink lips grimaced when she looked at him. Her blue eyes held a hint of malice. A soft pink silk dress draped her slender form.

"You can't interfere with his life. You know the rules."

Igraine wasn't supposed to die, so very young. Arthur's birth was an expected joy. Yet, the universe took a life for a life. The powers never explained that she would be given a new life. A life of being a fairy godmother. Helping young girls escape coldness and harshness. She would help Guinevere. Her grandson would be born. She would twinkle on him from the stars. She would kiss his chubby cheeks as a butterfly. He son would finally understand a mother's love through Guinevere.

"Look, I don't have time. Do you want out of the mirror?"

"Of course."

"Don't allow Morgana to reveal Gwen at the ball."

"Oh, you'll release me?"

Igraine sighed, "Yes."

'Fine."

Alvarr watched Igraine walk away. "He does love you."

"I love flowers, but my fingers can crush them."

"Touché."

A/n: Up next: Gwenrella, Merlinicco, and Gwenlina! Won't update until next week. Going away and my eye is killing me!