"Posidons Beard." He sighed and he hang up the phone. "Arty call Lance and tell him to bring your Mother and your stuff now, we are leaving!" Merl called out as he tossed Arty the phone. "What the hell happened while i was asleep?" Dr. Merl threw his hands into the air and looked seriously at Arty. "Your father happened." Dr. Merl said as he stood up and moved to a book shelf at the back of the room. He moved and twisted his hand and fingers in strange way. Suddenly he bobbed his body and thrusted his hands outward. To Arty's astonishment the book shelf opened. Merl turned around. "Phone now." He spoke as he reached behind the Book Shelf and pulled his hand out to reveal a beautiful staff. It was carved of yew wood with a blue crystal gem ancient writting spiraling down the shaft. The Gem began to glow at merlins touch its light shimmered downward igniting the runes in a silvery blue light. Arty's eyes widened. "No time!" Merl shouted at him frantically. "Phone now!"

Arty took up the phone and it rang about three times before a voice answered him. "Hello Arty." A low gravely voice answered. "Who is this?" Arty replied back a touch of anger and fear in his voice. Merl lowered his bushy brows. "Cant be good." He thought. The voice broke through the phone again. "Tell Merlin he has a week to deliver me you, your mother, and your scum of a father, or i unleash wrath upon all he knows." The call ended just as Arty heard Lance try to call out in the background but was snuffed out with a grunt. Arty looked at Merl who seemed to already know what was happening just in his expression. "Come Arty to the lake." He spoke as he reached behind the bookshelf once more and drew out a gray robe which he threw on. 

The two began their journey down the same path they had took to go fishing. Come to think of it now, Arty couldn't remember what had happened when they had went fishing. "Merl, where are we going?" He asked. " Call me Merlin." The Old Man spoke glancing at Arty. "Only fitting you address me correctly now." Arty shook his head. "Merlin?" He exclaimed. "Listen boy we don't have time now, I told you there's much you do not know." The sounds of car doors could be heard behind them followed by men shouting and glass breaking. Arty could see smoke beginning to rise from the direction of Merlins cabin. "Hurry Arty grab my hand!" Arty did so not waiting for an explaination. They appeared nearly instantly before a beautiful lake, a mountain stood behind it casting its image upon the lake. "The Lake." Arty gasped. "From your dreams, yes." Merlin inturrupted. "It's time i took you home Arty."