Hi guys, so apparently I have made Leola's power vastly out-weigh Merlin's, I'm sorry, that wasn't supposed to be the case. I am sorry to those of you who didn't like the story. Merlin's magic still outweighs Leo's, I just haven't come to that part yet. She doesn't have more magic than Merlin, I assure you, and I am sorry to that guest whose enjoyment of this fic was ruined by my poor story telling. I am super sorry, of course Merlin has more magic. I just haven't been able to convey that part yet, but that's no excuse. I am kind of sensitive, but we should be able to accept criticism of our work and I would like to thank that guest for pointing it out. This chapter should explain Leola a bit better.

This chapter is a flashback.

Darkness, then light, dazzling light, burning, hurting, aching light. Warmth and then suddenly cold, freezing cold, cold enough to burn your hands. Falling, then pain.

That was my first day.

"So Three, tell me how do you feel?"

How do I feel? Knowing me, nothing. I feel nothing about anything. Who cares what I feel. Not them, they're paid to ask stupid questions, and then expect me to understand what they mean.

"I can see you don't want to talk."

You can't see. You're just like the other's pretending that you're good and kind, and then you'll just tell them who I am. Not like they don't know. I am a warlock, that's what they say. I can use magic. This lady is meant to help me. She's crap.

"Please L, you're struggling."

Struggling with what? What I will become? What this magic will do? What I am? I don't care anymore. They did this to me, I don't deserve any of this, I'm weak, they gave this power to me so that I wouldn't die, but now I am condemned to death row. My death warrant has been signed, and we don't even have the death penalty here.

"Three!"

It's him, the man who signed the warrant.

"You should be answering the questions, not sitting and staring!"

I haven't spoken for three weeks, and the last time I spoke all I said was sorry, but all things have to end, including my silence.

"It's not my fault."

He stands there shocked, I've spoken, and back to him.

"You did this."

"Three..."

"I am here because of you, and you don't want to take the blame."

"We saved you!"

"Well I didn't ask to be saved."

"You ungrateful bitch!"

Pain.

"What did you want us to do? Find your body and let you die?!"

"Yes."

He steps back. He gestures for the idiot lady to go, who is cowering in fear, and he calls for the boy.

"Well, you will die now."

"Good."

The boy stumbles in, he's a warlock too. Everyone here is a warlock, I shouldn't count myself, but I do. The boy's different to the others, he's skinny and looks like he could snap. If I could feel, I would want to protect him.

"So Three, ready to meet thy doom?"

He's trying to scare me.

"Yes."

Is mouth curls and he pulls the boy in front of him. The boy is scared, for once I finally get to have a proper look at him. He has dark hair which falls in front of his face, but for this, he has to pull it back. His eyes start to glow, but he is crying. He's done this before.

Pain. Screaming pain. Falling, hitting the floor and tears at the back of my throat. Blood drips and I feel like every part of the original me is draining out. My world is breaking into sharp jagged pieces. The real me slips away and another me is placed there on the floor, scars already forming, and my magic is strong.

"Ten years, Three, that's all you have until what just happened will overcome you and kill you. In those ten years, you must find others capable of elemental magic to survive."

My head lolled but I pulled myself to my feet and I stumbled out of the back door and into the street, after walking three miles I fell, my body lay in the middle of a pavement, but no one saw me, because no one cared.

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3 years later

I had found nobody. I was really the only one, I only had seven years left and in the past three I had travelled so far just to find no one. I couldn't die either. There was no way, anyway I tried, I just couldn't die. That was the magic within me for you. It stopped death for ten whole years, before killing me.

I heard about the place that doomed me, I heard about the boy as well. A man had taken him, his uncle I believe because he didn't want his nephew to have to carry out such vile acts anymore. I wish I had someone like that. I heard that the uncle gave the boy a name, the boy wasn't called one anymore. He had a real and proper name. I wish I had one, one that describes me. Not this stupid number that follows me round, it taunts me, it reminds me that I haven't really got away from my past.

2 years later

This place stinks. There's damp, but it's all I can afford. Money is tight and I'm working so many shifts I might die. Oh wait, I can't. I hate this! There's no one anywhere, I should just go back, back to England. There's no one in Japan. I can't find anyone. I want to go home now. I will have to smuggle through the border, I suppose, again.

6 months later

England is colder than I remember, what happened to global warming? The change is still hard to understand, my personality is completely different to what I was before. I still don' feel, but if I pretend I do, people like me more. My name also helps people like me, I chose something out of the ordinary, that means I have a conversation starter, it's Leola.

1 year later

My birthday, how old am I now? God, it's been so long. I must be about 15 now. I only have four years left.

I heard about that boy again. He's strong, stronger than anyone. He's sounds cool and interesting now, I wonder if he has scars too, like I do. I wonder what he's called. I wonder if he's nice, I wonder if he's forgotten me.

3 weeks later

Merlin. That's his name. Who'd name someone after a bird? Not me, that's for sure. His initials are M.E, what a loser, I bet he's really selfish, now that he knows no one can defeat him. I bet I could, if I tried, if I used the magic that they injected into me. If I actually became a warlock, and if I actually tried.

I'll find you Merlin, and when I do, you'll have to bear what I've been going through for my whole life.

When I die Merlin, it will be on you.

I'm doing a contest! Yay! To celebrate new year, I want some fan art of this story to use as its cover. I have been using online stuff, which is great and all, but I want to know what you guys see as the characters. ^_^

I want you to include at least one of the characters (preferably Leola, Merlin, Arthur, Morgana or Gwen) but feel free to add in more :) Please don't make them festive, because it will be the cover for THE REST OF TIME. I don't care if you don't think you can draw, because I assure you it's better than mine. Send your entries to my e-mail (to get it please PM me) and the closing date is the 1st January 2015. Good luck.

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