I am so sorry! I can't believe I haven't posted in over a week! I am sorry. Please forgive me! I don't want to make excuses, so I won't, sorry.

Disclaimer – seriously, I think you get it. Remember the vanity and the non-owning of Merlin...

Then that moment ended. Crimes were committed and guns were held. Leola felt the song leaving her system. Whatever she did, the song could never save people from themselves. She always smiled at that. She never seemed to refer to herself as a human. More like a potato.

Arthur stared at her, his eyes shining. Merlin had the same misty-eyed look. Her heart was pounding as she closed the cover of her phone. Arthur coughed as she placed the cover down, "Well this has been eventful," he said choking slightly, "Well I must bid thee, goodnight, and thanks."

He left, ready to face his father in "Camelot"

Merlin turned to Leola and laughed slightly, "Nice work on getting him to leave, well I also "bid thee a goodnight," laughing he left the room. Leola watched him go, she hadn't wanted Arthur to leave, but she had known the song would tell Arthur what to do, Merlin too, she could hear him practising is magic, whilst he brushed his teeth. Looking down at her feet, she felt a rush of warmth as she went to get ready for bed.

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Uther sat at his desk whilst Arthur sat at the other.

"Father, I'm sorry."

"Well at least you're safe, just don't scare me again, do you understand?"

Arthur nodded and responded to a gesture from his father to leave. He passed Morgana along the halls, who just smiled mournfully at him and continued on her way, scaring the wits out of Arthur. He knew that he was going to have his head bitten off tomorrow.

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The night came quicker than Merlin expected. Leola always went to bed early, and he followed soon after, but on this particular night, he stayed up much later on his phone. When he realised the time, Lola was already fast asleep. He crept into their room and stared at the girl lying on the floor. Unlike her usual hairstyle of two pigtails, Leola's hair was down and flowed across the small pillow, which she had brought. Her blue eyes were shut fast and her sleeping bag was slightly open, showing her body temperature. Her head lay in one direction, compared to her body and her breathing was shallow and quiet. Merlin had never noticed someone so much. Her usual expressions were now suppressed by a calmness he had never known. He smiled and got into his own bed, wondering about his sleeping expression.

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Merlin awoke, it was very early morning, it was still dark, but he had got a sudden increase in heart rate. He saw Leola standing in the moonlight, her frame was outlined by a silver glow and she stared up at the swollen moon. Merlin stared at her as he saw gold magic flow across her body. Sparks swirled and danced across her arms and her face was temporary lit up. Leola's hands reached out into the glow and a bracelet of magical sparks was temporary on her wrist before it disappeared. Merlin stared down at his own arms, but nothing was happening.

Leola loved this, the feeling of been almost being re-born. Her eyes were shut and all she could feel was energy of magic pulsing through her. Her senses were alert and awake, able to pick up on the slightest sound, like Merlin waking up.

Merlin felt a shadow upon him. He winced, Leola looked at him intently. Awkwardly he spoke, "Hi..."

"Hello," Leola replied

"Nice evening,"

Leola raised an eyebrow and then started to giggle, "You're so British!"

Merlin smiled, he watched her eyes as she laughed. Most people only laugh form their mouths only a select few laugh with their eyes as well. A person like this will always brighten a room. Especially, if like Leola, they have a laugh that affects their whole body.

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Arthur stared at the ceiling. Why had that kid got to him so much, seriously, no one ever got that under his skin like Merlin, "Emrys," he whispered to the dark.

His eyes opened in fright, why had he finished his sentence out loud? He got out of bed and walked to his window. Throwing open the curtains all he could think of was the name Merlin possessed, what did it mean?

"A Falcon," Arthur froze, he had done it again. He didn't even know that before then. He scratched his chin. Staring into the swollen moon, he heard a voice whispering.

"Arthur Pendragon, listen for the boy. He will guide you, listen to him."

Arthur slowly turned round but there was no one. Who was talking? He started to make his way across his bedroom, when he heard the voice again.

"Arthur Pendragon, where are you? Are you coming? Listen to the boy, his guidance will save you."

Arthur placed his hand on the door handle and pushed the door open.

Sorry again.