Author's Note: People who a currently reading this story (between 2019 and 2020) should re-read the last few chapters, because I have changed the plot a lot.

Percival and Gwaine were stuck and it wasn't Gwaine's fault.

The two knights had begun looking around Aldea for Arthur. They had searched all of the village's border, so they decided to ask around in the shops.

The men went door to door, asking around, but no one had seen Arthur.

Finally, they made it to their final destination.

A P O T H E C A R Y
{HERBS}
{OILS}
{POULTICES}
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WE ARE CLOSED

There were lanterns lit, and voices could be heard, indiscernible.

Gwaine knocked on the door.

Immediately, the voices stopped. After almost twenty seconds, the door creaked open, to reveal a dreadfully old-looking lady, slouching so much that it looked like she was bent in half.

"We're closed," the woman grouched.

"Uh, I'm sorry to bother you madam," said Gwaine, "but we were wondering if you've seen our friend. He's around six feet tall and he has light hair."

The woman frowned. "What do you two call yourselves?"

"I'm Gwaine, and this here is-"

"None of your business," Percival interrupted.

Her eyes lit up. "Oh! The Gwaine?" The woman regarded Percival slyly. "You're Percival, I assume."

"Excuse me?"

"Please, come in!" The woman waved; a seemingly harmless gesture.

Then, as if - and almost definitely - by magic, the bodies of the two knights began walking into the apothecary, without the permission of the men to which they belonged.

"What the-?" Started Gwaine, before his mouth stopped working.

The walls of the apothecary shop were covered with shelves of herbs and oils and things that Percival and Gwaine had never seen or heard of. In the middle of the room, there was a large cauldron, suspended over a green flame.

"I'd like to thank you two,"said the old lady. "If you hadn't come around, I would have had to go find you! Now," she continued, pulling out a pair of chairs, "if you'll just come over here, it would be a great help."

Of course, the two men had no choice but to comply, going to one side of the cauldron, where the chairs were placed back to back. They sat down, and let themselves be tied.

The old lady stood back, pleased with her work. Then, she shouted "You can come out, now!"

The Lady Morgana, sorceress and enemy of Camelot, stepped out from between some shelves in the back.

The knights' eyes widened, and the old lady took notice. "Necromancy is my specialty," she chuckled. "It's more difficult when they're killed the way she was, but I managed."

"With a few quirks," complained Morgana.

"Well, you're alive, aren't you? I did the best I could, under the circumstances. You're lucky I found you when I did, or it would be worse."

"I know. You've been saying that since I've Awoken."

"Because it's true! Now, stop complaining, we've got to take care of these two."

"What do you want with us?" Gwaine asked, realizing that the enchantments had been lifted.

The old lady chuckled. "Well," she said, "it's quite simple. We want your bodies."

The knights blanched.

"No, not like that, you idiots," said Morgana, repulsed. "We need to be you. It's our only way to get to Emrys. He'll kill me the moment he sees me, but he trusts you two."

Percival's face grew red with anger.

"What do you mean?" Gwaine asked.

Morgana smirked, as she often did. "Is the spell ready?"

"Almost." Grimhildr grabbed a small, engraved dagger from one of her many shelves. "Fetch me those goblets."

Another transition... more French? Okay. S'il vous plait, mange enfants des ma mere. That's definitely not correct.

Elyan and Leon were kind of lost. Well, they were actually very lost, but the quantity of lost-ness was unimportant.

This all was obviously Merlin's fault. His clumsiness must have rubbed of on Elyan and Leon. Because they both tripped over the same branch and proceeded to fall down an extremely steep hill and into the woods. Then, as the knights finally stood up, they proceeded to walk directly into a hole in the ground. The hole was around ten feet deep, and looked suspiciously- although, the universe was rarely that cruel- like the hole Arthur had fallen in, just the other day.

The two knights climbed out of the ground, dazed, only to find that they were not where they had been a few moments ago. They were surrounded by walls of horizontally stacked trees. Elm, oak, and redwood. Hundreds of trees, stacked to the sky, forming a sort of giant tree labyrinth.

Elyan didn't know what to do. Obviously it was a maze, so solve it, right? Except it was a Giant Tree-Maze™️, and that felt scarier.

Leon's voice startled Elyan out of his thoughts. "I guess we should choose which direction we're going to go. We can't exactly climb the walls."

"Hmm..." Elyan looked at the fork in the path. "Do you have a coin?"

Leon pulled a small, jingling bag out of his pocket. "Yeah, why?"

Elyan smiled. "Tails is right and heads is left. Fair enough?"

"I suppose."

As Elyan flipped the coin, he felt something; a ripple in the air. It was almost unnoticeable, but when it hit the coin, something happened. It wasn't clear what, at least not to Elyan or Leon, but something happened. The coin landed on heads, so Leon and Elyan picked it up, and went left. As soon as they had turned to the left path, the exit to where the two knights started closed off. It wasn't like a door closing, nor was it a magical disappearance of space. The wall parallel to Elyan and Leon simply slid across the ground. There was no way to go, except forward.

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The knight versions of Grimhildr and Morgana entered the Inn to see Merlin and Arthur sitting side-by-side on a bench that was at least five feet wide.

The King was looking at Merlin with worry. "And this has never happened before?"

"Never, I-"

The faux-Percival cleared his throat loudly, causing both Arthur and Merlin to jump up to their feet.

The King gripped the hilt of his sword, and Merlin's eyes flashed gold for a fraction of a second. Anyone who was not familiar with sorcery would have dismissed it as a reflection of the light.

Morgana, as Gwaine, smiled. "Arthur! Where were you?"

"I, um..."

"He went right, instead of left." Merlin laughed.

The king frowned at how smoothly Merlin had lied.

"We're just glad you're both okay," said 'Percival,' in a sincere-sounding voice.

"Yeah," agreed 'Gwaine.'

Merlin frowned for a second, but quickly regained his composure.

Lancelot, who had just entered the room, cleared his throat. "Have you two seen Elyan or Leon? They should have been back by now."

Percival shook his head, a little too animatedly.

Merlin's head was tilted, again, in an almost birdlike manner. His eyes were slightly narrowed. He looked surprisingly alert for someone who had been unable to stand upright a few minutes ago. He maintained this expression for only a split second. Only Arthur noticed his change in demeanor.

Well, maybe Percival did, too, but that was only because he was staring intently at Merlin, as if he'd never seen anything so peculiar.

Arthur noticed this, and decided that, for whatever reason, he didn't like Percival staring down Merlin like that.