"Arthur, you still haven't told me where we're going. Why are we going to be gone for TWO WEEKS? Why aren't the knights with us?"

'Same old Merlin. So many stupid questions.' "We are gone for two weeks because we are hunting a dangerous sorcerer that has been terrorizing the people of Camelot. The knights aren't with us because..."

"Because? I mean, we are hunting a dangerous sorcerer shouldn't the knights be with us?"

"It was a druid that told me of the sorcerer. He said that it had affected not just his people but travelers and merchants. This sorcerer needs to answer for his crimes."

"And how are we going to capture such a dangerous sorcerer we know next to nothing about?"

"I knew you'd ask. Can't you just trust me, Merlin?"

"When the length of time is two weeks, you go hunting for a sorcerer that likes to apparently play pranks on people, and we have no back up...No, nope...I don't think I can."

"Fine. We're going to a druid camp to learn more about the sorcerer and hopefully they will help us further than that. I didn't want to risk the rest of the knights."

"So you'll risk me?"

I can't help but smile. The tone he's using is the same tone that usually starts off our normal banter. "Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"There's something you're not telling me."

'And the banter is gone.' "You'd be right then. For once."

"Tell me."

"The sorcerer can blend into any crowd. He is a master at illusions and has managed to infiltrate two druid camps, three merchant wagons and a small village. I have heard about this sorcerer for about a month now, but when the druid showed up...he had told me it had gotten worse, and that he thinks his camp will be next."

"Well that's just great. We are hunting a sorcerer that can blend in. So, we're basically looking for anyone?"

"Yup!"

"So, we're stopping by a druid camp right? Do you really think they'll be okay with you...the king of Camelot just waltzing right in?"

"Considering that I've been invited, yeah, I'd say so."

"Why do you seem so okay with going to a druid camp?"

I can here the genuine curiosity in his voice and something akin to caution. "The druids are a peaceful people. These druids also happen to be people of Camelot. No one should suffer at the hands of sorcerery. Especially those who haven't harmed anyone."

"Wow..."

"What?"

"Nothing...I'm proud of you. I'm happy you think that."

"Why?"

"No reason, it's just I didn't always agree with your father's methods."

"You and me both." The flags I was told about were now in sight so I dismounted my horse and could hear clumsy Merlin do the same.

I could hear Merlin following me towards the camp but above his footsteps I could hear music, laughter, children playing, and as we grew closer I could see families sitting down and eating as the children chased each other with smiles on their faces. 'If anyone else had showed up here...not knowing who they are, they would think them nothing more then joyful travelers. My father was wrong. Gaius was right. The druids are peaceful.'

"King Arthur, good to see you again." The man that had met me before came walking towards us and smiled at me just before giving Merlin a nod that almost resembled a nod in acknowledgement for some reason.

"It's good to see you too. You have information about the sorcerer?"

He nodded his head and motioned for us to follow him, so we did. He brought us into one of the more decorated tents and the inside was incredible. It was filled with bright, gorgeous colors and was extremely comfortable. "You two may sit there."

We did as were told and a young man walked in after us and sat next to the older druid man who I've been speaking with. "We suspect the sorcerer is hiding out somewhere in our camp. He can change his appearance into anyone as he hides. We don't know who it is, we only know what he can do."

"So what has he done to the groups of people?"

The younger druid looked up at us as he began to explain. "He thinks it's a game the way he does it. He says he wants a group of friends to understand each other more. If he were to attack the two of you, and say...use something unique about Merlin and casted the spell on you, Merlin would keep what's unique about him but you would gain it as if it were your own all along."

"Arthur."

"Not now Merlin. How is he doing this?"

"Arthur! The young druid! He's the sorcerer!" Before I could say more a bright, warm, golden light surrounded Merlin and myself just before my vision blackens.