Yay! New chapter! Oh my giddy aunt! There were loads of you lovely people reviewing my last piece; thanks to, VikingSong, Dodobird987 and unicorn-vomit! You guys are flipping awesome! (Also you guys have really cool names!) I've been posting quite regularly and as I write this I have a bottle of water on my head. You'll see why in a moment. Please tell me f you did/didn't like it and what I can improve. I would like to thank a "Guest" who told me about the problem of separating the bits and bobs. Sorry for the short chapter last time. It looked long on word...
Disclaimer- I did check and I still don't own Merlin or the characters, you can use Leola in different stories, I think that'll be cool, but please for the sake of my vanity use my name as her creator. Just on the first chapter if you really can't be bothered to write disclaimers...
A shaking bottle of water sat upon the brunette's head. Leola sat at the kitchen table with her laptop. "What are you wearing, and why?"Merlin waited for an answer
"A potato, what does it look like? I'm wearing it so my posture is right,"
"What are you writing?" Merlin asked her. She blushed slightly, "Doesn't matter," Merlin noticed the blush and started to walk closer to her, "Let me see what you're writing," "No way Jose!" Leola watched the timing of his feet and suddenly Merlin stopped moving. His feet were cold, very cold. He looked down at the ice surrounding his ankles, forcing him to be literally frozen. "I hate you," he said through gritted teeth. She smiled and continued to write. Her fingers tapped away at the keyboard. After an hour she was done. Merlin had tried everything to become unfrozen, but to no avail. He now had puppy dog eyes on. She laughed and released him. "What were you writing?" Her reply was a tap of the nose and a well timed wink, which sent a snowstorm over Merlin's head. "Great," he muttered.
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Arthur sat rocking in the corner of his room, tomorrow, not tomorrow. There was a knock at the door. Oh gosh, she wasn't early was she?
"Arthur?" Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, his father, and then he remembered.
"I have two people here to meet you," Arthur sighed, his father opened the door. "These two will be your tutors," Uther turned to them, " Please teach him as much as possible, and don't be scared to shout at him, he probably will deserve it," and with a smirk at his son Uther sauntered out of the room, leaving a broken Arthur with two strangers.
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Morgana imagined the look on Arthur's face when he read the e-mail. A rabbit caught in a trap conjured into her mind. Conjured, how very fitting. Morgana stare at the other low-lifed passengers, many of whom had left to get away from family, friends and annoying children. She had left to gain new customers, contrary to popular belief within the Pendragon household and the fact that her father hated her, in the best way possible, but when she returned, it was Arthur's time to collapse in a heap on the floor with their angry father's comments crushing every bone in his body. This time it wasn't going to be her.
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"MERLIN! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Leola's voice rung through the flat smashing its way into Merlin's brain. Merlin tensed, he thought he had fixed it, obviously not. His eyes glowed gold and the window opened. A blast of cold air rushed into the flat. Even though it was 5°C*, the flat became warmer. Merlin looked out, how far was it? He wondered and had just managed to get one leg out of the window when the hurricane came down the hallway.
She stopped and looked at the broken ceramics in her hands, she wasn't fixing it. It was his fault, he should fix it, but she heard that nagging voice, great her consciousness, "Leola, it was your fault for leaving it out where he could break it," Shut up she thought. She saw Merlin in a precarious position out of the window. Terror was in his eyes. She stared into them they emitted such fear that her heart started to pound, she caused that fear, visions flashed into her head and she remembered the terror in her eyes as a child. She shook her head, calm down Leola. She looked at him, sighing she turned round and left. Grabbing her umbrella; she shut the door behind her.
Merlin was surprised; that was the last thing he was expecting. In fact he thought she would push him out of the window and leave him in mid-air, hanging, for everyone to see.
Leola ran down the street, her heart beating as she remembered the terrors of childhood bullying. She sat down under a bus shelter and watched the English rain fall around here. She closed her eyes, it was time. Time to remember.
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Arthur looked at the two people who stared down at his crumpled figure. One was a brunette. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail and she had a very unamused look upon her face. The other had dark black hair and seemed to be pulled along for the ride. Both looked at Arthur and Arthur looked at them. Great...
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The boat was pulling into the port, Morgana was ready to leave and to go as far away as possible, but she knew she must stick to her guns, see you soon father she whispered to the wind.
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Merlin saw the flashes of memories across the brunette's face. He had heard her heart beat get faster and he had seen something so dangerous and so deadly, he had to stop it. He had to.
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