So a few days ago I was suffering through a meeting with Monmouth when lo and behold a cat showed up. A cat in the middle of the Council room, with the doors closed. Honestly, the guards are still pathetic.

Anyway, it was a very odd cat, very uppity - why would people even want to keep cats I don't know, this one was pretty much trying to order me around. This most embarrassing thing is, I sort of let it. At least until I came to my senses.

Although, I'd like to know where that cat went and who owns it. There was something decidedly strange about it and I'm finding the whole thing suspicious. God knows what sorcery might be capable of...that cat could be some sort of spy, especially since Percival saw Morgana in the forest. I'm sure she'd want to spy on us, plan her next move, whatever that might be.

However, I'm not yet to ask the knights to be on the look out for a cat with golden fur, apart from anything else I'll never hear the end of it from Gwaine.

And for now, I'd like to avoid that.

Not that we don't get almost a hundred scrolls every day (and if Monmouth had his way he'd read every single one out loud during meetings), but this one...

I don't even know what to say, or think.

It is from my Uncle.

My Uncle!

This is the first I've ever heard of him! I never even considered....

Obviously the news was a bit overwhelming, I barely had a chance to digest in fact, when all of sudden Morgana was there. Not...Morgana as she is now (God knows what that is), but when she was a little girl, just beginning to learn how to duel. How did it all go wrong?

After all that I could have done without a sudden trip to that Nexus thing. Although I did get rather good advice, so I suppose I shouldn't complain.

Still! An Uncle, out of nowhere! Gaius and Monmouth have authenticated the seal and assured me the man really does exist (although apparently they decided never to mention this to me!), so there's no reason not to accept his request.

I've never actually invited anyone to Camelot officially before, it's...nerve-wracking. I hope I didn't make too many spelling errors on my reply...

I'm think I may have figured out why Father was always so quick to send me out into the forest to hunt down...whatever, there's enchantments at work out there and I keep falling under them!

Yesterday's one was particularly cruel and unusual.

Singing...

I've had rhyming, I've had that strange accent, but never have I had to deal with singing everything.

The only piece of luck? It seemed to affect everyone, so at least I didn't need to suffer by myself this time.

Thank God it wore off before we all arrived back in Camelot, because I have no idea how we would have explained ourselves.

But, I really must remember...Gwaine has quite a high range.

Apart from only being able to sing, I had a dream a few nights, a very bizarre dream... I saw Morgana, which I suppose isn't that unusual, but she...well...it seemed different, like it was actually her.

But that's ridiculous. Impossible.

Still...there's things from that dream that make me think...

I need to speak to Guinevere tomorrow. It's been two days since I've seen her after all!

Only two days to go to the Festival and looking out the window I can see that some of the people in the lower down have all ready started putting together kindling for the bonfires. And I still don't have a speech!

At this rate I'm going to get up there and say something idiotic like "Happy Beltane everyone", which is a nice thought I suppose, but people expect something a bit more...regal. I may have to give up on that.

I feel more normal on my feet now, and thank God for that, people were certainly going to notice something was not quite right...

I can only hope this book doesn't decide to toss me into the Nexus again, I certainly don't need any more...unpleasant surprises.

And maybe I shouldn't have written that down.

I'm going to stop writing now.

No, they're in my pockets, still, because even though I'm not floating so much any more, I'm still ridiculously light on my feet as I discovered during training today. I practically jumped over Leon's head when all I was doing was simple lunge!

But really, I don't think anyone has noticed, not even Guinevere! Although I really didn't get to see her much today, she's helping put the finishing touches on the feast. I'm quite sure it will be a success now that she's behind it.

I have to work on my speeches though! The people love speeches, they really do, Father was always good at them...is good at them rather, and will be again when he recovers.

But in the meantime...I have to do it, so it's time to buckle down and get writing...

That's the only reason I can think of for why all this is happening. After having my ears almost fall off yesterday I ended up in that nexus place this morning, there was some sort of hunt on and it's hard to resist a hunt. So I joined in, and what happend?

The second I found an egg I started floating.

FLOATING!

Floating for God's sake!

Obviously I couldn't go back to Camelot like that! It was all I could do not to float away! I was there for hours until someone had a very good idea that I just shove rocks in my pockets.

Which worked I guess... I'm still six inches off the ground however.

And I missed an entire day's worth of meetings...it's going to be fun trying to explain that.

I need to find a way to blame it Merlin, obviously.

Which is a disturbing way to put it, but in this case it's true!

As quickly as it happened I was back in my body today, and thank God for that. If I'd had to put up with another day of being Merlin...

The first things I did was go and see Father, sadly he was much the same...I'm quite sure he didn't notice I hadn't been visiting. Will he ever get better?

I suppose I could be expecting too much...it's only been a fortnight or so, these things take time...I hope.

Merlin was just as relieved to be himself, apparently he had as much trouble with Monmouth as I've always had! I knew it wasn't just me personally.

This, of course, is something I'll get to experience myself tomorrow at the Council Meeting. I didn't miss that particular part of things.

But now I can hold Guinevere without it feeling strange! And I actually have arm strength.

All in all, I'd much rather be me!

I've been trapped in Merlin's body for three days now.

I've confided in Leon and Guinevere...more than one Guinevere in fact.

But the one thing that hasn't turned up? Any clues to who did this! I'm certain it's that Dragoon again, obviously he thinks that by putting Merlin in my body he can bring down all of Camelot. As a matter of fact though, he's not doing a bad job. At least nobody's accused him of not being me.

Although, should I take this as an insult? Can they really not tell it isn't me? Maybe they're brushing off any odd behaviour as being stress from all the talk of being made regent and Father's continuing stupour.

Father...I haven't been able to visit him...how could I? Like this... I don't imagine Merlin has either. I wonder if it makes any difference... Does he even know I'm there?

Well even if he doesn't I want to be able to visit him again...and you know, be myself!

Damn Dragoon.

For what has happened... I don't know who's responsible and why they did this...

But when I woke up I was Merlin... MERLIN!

And that's not all, he was ME!

He had to wear my clothes and go to my council meeting!

Whereas I got stuck with Gaius...who obviously thought I was Merlin so had no compunction ordering me to do his chores.

I was praying that everything would go back to normal...but here I am...still stuck in Merlin's body and probably going to have to sleep in his bed!

If I have to clean that leech tank...I swear...

Or thing, at least.

Today after I left Father I went to the Council Chambers to prepare for a meeting where I found...

Father.

But he really wasn't himself.

Obviously that multiverse thing was playing tricks, a rather cruel trick all things considered. It was another him...from another time. But he was only as tall as my dagger! He'd been shrunk!

The strangest thing of all was he was just like he used to be, before...all this happened.

In all honesty? I found myself wishing he was Father, my one I mean.

But no, he was still in his chambers, quiet and mute as ever.

I don't even want to write about anymore...

At least I assume this is who is behind this.

I've still got the accent. In fact it might even be thicker! Pretty soon I won't be able to speak at all!

Thanks to the Guinevere I met the other day (the other one, not my one) I managed to get out of all the Council Meetings today by notifying my father of the necessity of going to check the border, with all the tournament competitiors coming and the Tournament being so distracting... Well, it'd be a rather good time for Cenred to make attacks.

As it turned out, he wasn't (frankly, I think he's rather an idiot), but it kept me from talking to anyone, except for Morgana. I've managed to avoid speaking to Merlin!

But I've also been bereft of Guinevere's (my Guinevere this time) company. This depresses me more than I can say. I'm sure even with this stupid accent she'd understand me, she always does!

I will seek her out tomorrow, accent or no accent..even though I'll need Merlin's help, of course, he better not go on about this. Otherwise...I might just enter him in the Tournament.

Speaking of which, it begins on Tuesday - which is Father's birthday in honour of the fact he's the previous champion.

So to bed, tomorrow will be filled with training! And Guinevere if I'm lucky.

Yes, I do have them...

And that's mostly directed at Morgana, not that she's ever read this...at least she better not.

But that's not the point, the point is, I can't stop thinking about running into Morgana's father thanks to the multiverse.

And it probably wasn't exactly Lord Gorlois, but it was pretty close...

And well, it just feels odd, not telling her about it. But then...how can I? It makes no sense at all.

Still, I can't help think I'm doing something wrong... Perhaps if I tell her I had a dream?

Ugh, that sounds ridiculous as well.

It's too late for this, I give up...at least for tonight...

The bizarre experiences just keep coming, really am I supposed to be learning some sort of lesson from all his? Because it's still going over my head.

Anyway, today...well, I met Morgana's father.

Lord Gorlois!

I almost want to tell her, Morgana I mean, but how could I? First of all, it sounds insane! And secondly, I don't think this multiverse thing is happening to anyone else in Camelot, so she wouldn't even be able to see her himself.

And he told me very strange things...life in Camelot was obviously very different in those days, which I sort of expected, but not that different.

I don't even know what to think now...

I had a bit of an...experience.

I meet a girl who said she was my daughter. And I don't think she was lying...

She's from the future of course,...but is it MY future, I hope so...but I don't want to think about it too hard, because well, it feels like a dream and I feel like if I overthink it it'll disappear.

She said she had four older brothers, too...

No, I should go to bed, especially if Merlin's going to wake me up at a ridiculous hour again... honestly.

I know...he's useful for a lot of things, but really having him around to help...all right to clean up after me is really quite handy.

This room is a mess! There was a puppy in here and I didn't even realise it!

A very...odd puppy...

Guinevere is all ready back at work, I'm not sure that's the smartest move, but she's most insistent. She's so headstrong it's unbelievable! Hmpf.

As a New Year's gift Father's decided to to dump a whole new load of reports on me, so now I have to do that.

What fun.