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----------- Episode 05 -----------
Two Months Later
Merlin picks mushrooms in the woods, as Quinn looked around, watching their back incase of something going wrong. Suddenly they hear a screeching, before turning and take off running as they got chased by something big, bad and ugly. Merlin falls and waits for a deadly blow, as Quinn tried to pick up her idiot brother. Suddenly a man comes out of nowhere, yells and attacks the griffin with a sword, only for the sword break in his hands. "Run! Run!" Lancelot grabs Merlin as they all turn and run, before hiding behind a fallen tree.
The man grunts, holding his wounded side, with a wince. "It's gone. You saved my life. I'm Merlin. This is Quinn." The man smiled through his wince, "Lancelot." Just as they shake hands Lancelot passes out. Quinn looks towards her brother, "Your carrying him." With that she smirked and walked off with her brother shouting behind her. Lately she's been hanging around Arthur to much, she's starting to sound like a royal.
Getting to Gauis' chambers was exausting, at least for Merlin. "The wound itself is superficial. The fever will pass. He should be fine in the morning." Gauis smiled at them as Merlin flopped on Quinn's bed, while she got ready for the work of Arthur Pendragon.
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Over the last two month's they had been meeting at there spot, where they laughed, cried, complained and soon became more, even though neither would admit it. Arthur had made it his daily hobby to kiss her whenever, she was surprised that no one noticed. Well Merlin knew, only cause he walked in on Arthur, placing his sister on his desk as they made out. Let me tell you, Arthur never thought Merlin could punch so hard.
Finally her brother was kinda, little tiny bit okay with their secret. He knew it wouldn't matter if he was or wasn't anyway, he could tell just by looking at them that they loved each other, even if the didn't want to admit it.
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Uther and Arthur survey a burning village, "What creature could've done this?" Arthur shook his head with a frown. "We found no tracks in or out. What the villagers say must be true: it has wings and..." Athur sighed as he looked around, "What?" Uther turned to his son, "And it took no livestock, only people. Whatever it is, it has a taste for human flesh." Uther nodded, "Post centuries in all the outlying villages. Put the lookouts on full alert. If this thing should make for Camelot, we must be ready." He demanded before he walked away leaving his son to sigh.
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"Ever since I was a child I've dreamed of coming here. It's my life's ambition to join the knights of Camelot. I know what you're thinking, I...I expect too much. After all, who am I? They have their pick of the best and bravest in the land." Lancelot spoke confidently with a laugh as Quinn fell off her bed. "Lancelot." Merlin smiled at the man, "Yes?" Quinn quickly stood up, her hair all over. "They are going to love you." Quinn teased with a wince as she rubbed her shoulder.
