OK, So I'm like really sorry for not updating in such a long time, things have been crazy with Winter Drumline, and school and then my computer broke, and it's basketball season in Southwestern Indiana which means pep band up the wazoo so I haven't had much time to write. So yeah my apologies. I stayed up late on my BIRTHDAY to get this to you, yep, I'm finally old enough to get my driver's permit! Now if any one's still reading this... DISCLAIMER TIME!

I. DO. NOT. OWN. MERLIN. IS. THAT. CLEAR? VERY. GOOD.

"Come on you three it's just over this hill!" Gwendolyn shouts over her shoulder to a blank faced Merlin, a nervous Percival, and a surprisingly sober Gwaine. As they ride over the hill they become even more nervous. The druid camp is much bigger than they expected, especially so close to Camelot. When they enter the druids unsuccessfully try to hide their stares. Merlin shifts awkwardly as they approach who he supposes is the leader.

"Gwendolyn! What are you doing here?"

"Father, may we please speak privately." She motions to the two knights and Merlin. The man nods at the sight of Merlin and leads them to one of the tents. Between Gwaine, Percival, and Merlin, the awkwardness in the air is palpable. Merlin, because he still isn't used to Gwaine and Percival, or really anyone for that matter knowing about his having magic; Gwaine and Percival because, well they are knights Camelot, and the past few days had been all different kinds of awkward.

"So Morgana has raised an army." Gwendolyn, Merlin, Percival, and Gwaine nod in unison.

"Yes, do you think anyone would be willing to fight for Camelot? We know it's a lot to ask, but Camelot cannot fight them alone. Between Morgana and Mordred they're powerful enough, but with an entire army of sorcerers? Camelot doesn't stand a chance without the magic to fight them!" Merlin implores with a confident air, not seen by anyone in the tent before.

"I'm with Emrys father; Camelot cannot fight magic with swords and arrows alone. We need help."

"What does King Arthur say about this?"

"We would not be here with knights of Camelot if Arthur did not approve."

"Yes… What do you two say on the matter, you've been quiet throughout all of this?" The knights look to each other and in the end it is Percival who speaks first.

"I grew up around druids and sorcerers and have felt nothing like Morgana's power just in the short time that she took over Camelot. I believe that if it were not for Merlin we would not have survived, although I admit I never would have guessed at the time."

"Gwendolyn is right, there is no possible way that we can fight Morgana like we had been. Hell, we hadn't been fighting like we thought we were. Merlin's been fighting Morgana for who knows how long? I am not one for begging or pleading, but please help us!"

"I will fight, there is no question about that, but our camp has mostly healers, they have little to no experience in combat magic."

"That's alright, I'm sure the number of injuries will be high, Gaius cannot possibly take care of all of them alone."

"Gaius is a good man, he helped many of our people escape during the Purge."

"So you'll fight?"

"We'll do what ever we can Emrys."

Elyan and Leon had been following Lord Agravaine for what had seemed like hours before he finally arrived at the hovel that Morgana currently resides in. Walking to where the door had been left slightly ajar, they listen to the conversation that follows.

"My Lady, I have disturbing news."

"What is it Agravaine, surely you did not ride here in broad daylight to tell me anything other than the identity of Emrys." Morgana snarls.

"Arthur has learned of the army you have been amassing."

"WHAT!" A clay pot shatters as Morgana shrieks. She takes a deep breath to calm down, regaining her composure. Leon sighs, wondering what happened to the Morgana he used to know. "It does not matter, there is no way that he can fight us."

"Arthur's servant, Merlin has step forward to fight, along with a girl, Gwendolyn." Morgana laughs.

"Merlin, a sorcerer? That's preposterous. That clumsy oaf of a servant could never be a sorcerer!"

"Warlock. Arthur called him a warlock. What does that mean?"

"That's… That's… impossible."

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