Gosh, you guys are awesome. Thanks for reading my story, it means a lot. Seriously. I can't believe the countries you lovely people have come from. 193 views! Makes me feel special, really. I just want to thank-you! I promise you my writing will improve with the chapters, because I will get more into the story. I will try to post as much as I can before the holidays, because I am extremely busy throughout them. Thanks to all those reviews. I will try to separate the character bits, but when I did on the first chapter the thingamabob just cut it out. Wow that was really long, sorry. Yeah I know, compared to my chapter. Sorry

Disclaimer- I still don't own Merlin, even if I wanted to, also I don't own the characters of Merlin, but Leola is my own character and is not based on anyone in particular, I do permit the usage of her in other stories, I think that would be cool to see her in different situations but please write my name as her "creator" if you do. Slightly vain...

Merlin looked at Leola. Leola looked at Merlin. Merlin spoke first, "Seriously?" Leola replied, "No flipping way," They both spoke at the same time, "You have magic?!"

Leola's heart was beating faster than ever before. As luck would have it the only other person she knew who had magic was living in the same flat as her. She smiled. "I thought I was alone," she stated "There was nobody else; I was the only one, my whole life,"

Merlin smiled at her and clasped her in a hug, "Me too," he replied, "What can you do?"

Leola thought about her favourite spell but decided to do a beautiful one instead, "You show me one first," she really wanted to see how strong his magic was.

Merlin thought and looked at the still frozen oil, his eyes flashed gold and a dragon formed in each of the tiny crystals. Leola closed her eyes and when she opened them there was a brilliant flash of gold, on her shoulder sat an Eagle made of pure ice. It moved and flew off her shoulder towards Merlin. As it flew it changed shape and form into that of a fire breathing dragon, the whole body turned to fire and it breathed out fire and smoke. Well it did before the fire alarm went off. The dragon disappeared as soon as Leola lost concentration. "Oh shut up!" Leola covered the whole smoke alarm in ice. "Great, a sensitive one, right in the kitchen. Merlin don't you dare burn anything,"

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Arthur stared down at his measly test score, 2% the worst part was, and it was a 100 mark paper. He had lost 98 marks, he was in for it. He heard Uther coming down the hallway and knew he was going to die.

"Arthur?" Arthur didn't answer, maybe he'd leave him-, "What did you get?" no, he wasn't giving up. Arthur decided to do it. Taking the test paper he pushed open the window. Below it was the conservatory, "Thank-you father for not giving it a glass roof," Arthur said under his breath. He made his way out of the window; he was dangling out of the window with his legs flailing everywhere. Arthur was in the crucial moment of deciding to let go. Well what was the worst that could happen, Arthur started, no way was his train of thought going that way. He dropped, two centimetres before landing, gymnastics style, on the roof. Two centimetres?!

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Morgan looked up, where was she? Oh yes on a boat in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE! Morgana got up, shaking her throbbing head and made her way to the Wi-Fi room.

Morgana sat down and logged into her laptop. Looking through her e-mails, she wasn't surprised at the lack of e-mails from one particular person, Arthur. She was sick of his unresponsive, disrespectful and frankly pratty attitude towards her so she decided to write an e-mail to him expressing her disgust for his behaviour. "Now where should I start?"

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Arthur ran towards the closing gates, imagining himself as an action hero in one of those weird movies, that he may have had a slight obsession with. Not that anyone else had to know that, especially him. Arthur ran and reached the gate and made it through onto the road. Well at least his fictional self did. He slammed into them shaking the gates like a depressed prisoner would in a romantic movie, kept from his lover, (another obsession). Then the footsteps came; now he had done it.

Grounded. What a commoner thing to do to him. Arthur sat with an open laptop and an unopened text book. He decided to check his e-mails. For once. Scrolling up and down the page there was one he was resisting opening. Morgana's. "Oh for goodness sake," he imagined her saying and grabbing his hand and making him click it. He sighed and opened it.

Dear Brother,

How are you? How are your results?

Well because you haven't spoken to me in 6 weeks! I am good. I am now successfully well travelled. I am sure 'Daddy' will be proud that I secured a lot of new customers. And they were in far away countries, Arthur I made that bit dumb for you.

Oh and in other news I will be ending your lazy holidays early.

Morgana xx

Arthur looked up, she couldn't mean. No not tomorrow. No.