This is a Merlin AU fanfiction. No slash. Definitely some Arwen and Mergana :) Anyways I'm currently working on a post series Merlin fanfic "A Shadow of the Sun." Sometimes it can get overwhelming so I'm going to space out my time writing both stories. But if you've been reading my other fic, don't worry I'll be updating in the next few days. This isn't a reincarnation story. Enjoy! Please leave reviews of what you think so far

Arthur Pendragon sat lazily on the living room couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table. His bright blue eyes were glued to the TV, while he moved his thumbs fast on the controller.

"Yes!" he said out loud.

He had just successfully killed three men. He laughed as their blood splattered on the TV. The video game he was playing was a bit dramatic. Arthur paused the game and ran sliding on the floor toward the kitchen. He nearly tripped over, but managed to reach his arms out in front of him, grabbing the counter to save his fall. He let out a quick laugh and made his way over to the refrigerator. Like almost every teenage boy, Arthur scavenged the fridge. He pulled out a carton of orange juice, eyeing the room to see if anyone was there. No one was in sight. He took a few chugs and put it back in its original place. Arthur slammed the door shut, stopping to look at his reflection. He ran his fingers through his golden hair, flattening down his bangs. When he was done fixing up, he flashed a charming smile. Arthur jumped in surprise when he heard a soft chuckle behind him.

"You are so vain," his sister Morgana said.

Arthur scoffed.

"Not as vain as you," he retorted back. Morgana leaned against the counter and crossed her arms.

"At least I'm attractive."

Arthur rolled his eyes and walked back to the living room, plopping down on the couch. Morgana stomped over.

"You've had the T.V. for hours, it's my turn."

Arthur let out a heavy sigh.

"There are plenty of TV's in our house Morgana."

She responded with a frightening glare. Her ice blue eyes pierced through him, and Arthur felt chills run up and down his spine.

"Bloody hell Morgana. Stop looking at me like that," he said bitterly.

Morgana's glare did not falter. Arthur threw the controller on the floor.

"Fine! Watch your pathetic little fashion show," Arthur surrendered.

He sulked away, quietly cursing at himself. He could never truly speak his mind to his sister. She had their father wrapped around her little finger. Whenever Arthur cursed at or insulted her, Morgana would go running to their father, with fake tears in her eyes. She was such a good liar. Arthur heard the T.V. being switched to the fashion channel. He then opened his eyes wide and ran over.

"Morgana! Did you save my game?" Arthur asked anxiously. Morgana smirked.

"You mean your stupid fantasy world where you slay dragons and save "damsels in distress?" she asked mockingly.

Arthur bit his tongue to refrain himself.

"Yes," he mumbled.

Morgana shrugged and moved her gaze back to the T.V.

"Nope. Sorry," she said casually.

Arthur felt his face grow hot.

"Morgana! I was two levels away from finishing the game," he said through his teeth. His sister ran her fingers through her jet-black curls.

"So?" she responded, focusing mainly on her show. Morgana was not in the mood to deal with her brother's silly tantrums. Arthur practically growled.

"So, I have to start all bloody over again!" he yelled. Morgana rolled her eyes and turned up the volume.

"Morgana! For fuck sake-

"Arthur!"

The two siblings jumped at the sound of their father's booming voice. Arthur turned around to find his father glaring at him. Like Morgana, Uther's glares could practically tear someone into pieces.

"That is no way to talk to your sister!" Uther scolded. Arthur looked at the ground uncomfortably.

"Apologize to her!" his father commanded. Arthur gritted his teeth and turned around to face his sister, who was smiling mischievously back at him. He took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"It's alright Arthur," Morgana replied as her eyes glistened with victory.

Uther walked over to Arthur and placed his hand firmly on his son's shoulder.

"You should go to bed soon. Tryouts are tomorrow," Uther said sternly.

Arthur nodded. The next day was the beginning of the new school year. Arthur was the star athlete at Albion Prep. Ever since he was a freshman, he managed to get into all the varsity sports teams in the school. He was even the captain of the lacrosse team. But his favorite and best sport was fencing. Only an elite group of students were chosen to compete against the best private schools in the country. And these students were his closest friends. Tryouts for lacrosse were tomorrow, and as captain, Arthur was the person who decided who would join the team. Unlike most captains in the school, Arthur went out and played on the field with them instead of sitting on his ass, laughing at the less skilled.

"Yes father," Arthur obeyed.

When he was about to reach the stairs, he heard Uther reprimanding Morgana to do the same. Arthur shoved his fist in his mouth to stop himself from laughing at the sound of Morgana's childish whining. He jogged up the stairs and into his room, jumping face first onto his plush bed. Arthur knew his father was right. Tomorrow would be an exhausting day, and he would need the energy. But even after attending school for eleven years, Arthur couldn't help but feel a tingling excitement nestle in his stomach. He was looking forward to seeing his friends. He hung out with Gwaine a few times in the beginning of the summer but soon after Arthur had gone to be a counselor at a sports sleep away camp. Now that was an exhausting job, but Arthur enjoyed being active and hanging out with some of the other counselors. He even met a nice girl over the summer. Her name was Elena. She was quirky and not particularly graceful, but she was still nonetheless beautiful. Elena worked at the camp's stable, teaching horseback riding. She instructed the most advanced kids. Arthur had seen Elena ride before. He remembered how amazed he was while watching her gallop through the training obstacle, jumping gracefully over tall platforms. She intrigued Arthur, so on his off hours he would stop by the stable to talk to her. Together they fed and groomed the horses, occasionally cleaning up horse dung, but they would laugh through it. Arthur loved the sound of her laugh. Eventually, throughout the weeks they grew pretty close. He made a nice group of friends over there. Almost every night they'd all go out into one of the fields to have a few beers and spliffs. But after a while Arthur and Elena would leave to sneak off somewhere.

They made out a good handful of times. Some nights, things went a little further. But Elena was a virgin. And Arthur had no problem with that. He didn't believe in pressuring girls, and he respected Elena. When the last camp session ended, Elena gave Arthur her phone number. She only lived about an hour away. But Arthur never called her when he arrived back home. He couldn't afford any distractions this year. He was already too busy with sports and school. That was the reason why he broke up with Vivian before the summer started. Well one of the reasons…

Arthur stripped out of his clothes and slid into a fresh pair of boxers. He got under his covers and let out a heavy sigh. He wanted this year to be different. Arthur was tired of the same constant pressure from his teachers, coaches, friends, but most of all, his father. He was tired of doing everything he was told. This was why Arthur was jealous of Gwaine. His friend was reckless and amazingly impulsive. But that's what made Gwaine… Gwaine.

Arthur shut his light off and closed his eyes. Maybe the year will be different. Maybe someone new will walk into Arthur's life. He couldn't help but feel a strange premonition. Arthur somehow knew deep down, this year would bring some very unexpected events…