Disclaimer: Yep... I totally own Merlin I'm sitting here with Colin Morgan right now!...not really...I'm not sure it would be a good think if i did own Merlin...hmmm

A/N

*Clears throat.* Ehem, Children! I have an announcement to make!

*Crowd continues to ignore me.*

...Uh...okay I'll just say that this is indeed, my first multific!

*Some people turn to listen*

*Laughs evilly now that she has there attention* YES! This is a glorious day...yeah...so pretty much this is gonna be pretty much a really awesome/weird/kinda AU kinda story. I think people will like it though! Hopefully you will enjoy it! Okay, well enough of my blabbing, enjoy the story!

Just a little warning, I'm not entirely sure where this is going, so if it does change, when i actually figure out what the actual plot is, I'll post a new summary on the next chapter that i'll update YUP, enjoy!

Oh and the beginning may be a bit silly, but believe me, this guy has a MAJOR roll in this story, and a big background and why the way that he is so yeah, totally not a comedy story so give it a chance! :D

Summary: Merlin's been captured by a group of sorcerers, but he escapes...except...he didn't...something's wrong. What had the leader done to him before he finally got away? The beast that had always been lurking inside him is finally being called upon...and it's not by Merlin's doing. AUish Merlin!Whump

Basil, basil, basil...Merlin's mind kept repeating to himself as he searched along the forest floor for the herb that Gaius had asked of him.

Silky, light green, shiny leaves,.. silky, light green, shiny leaves...

His blue eyes scanned the brown and green of the ground in search of the plant that matched the description that was running through his head.

It was a nice day, Merlin decided. The early morning sun was warm against his back and the air wasn't too hot or cold. It was crisp and fresh and settled nicely on his skin. The scent of pine wafted strongly through the air and really heightened his his senses. Merlin decided that that too, was a good thing since he had gotten up even before the sun had risen and his mind still wasn't fully awake.

Gaius had stormed into his room the night before, demanding to know the reason why Merlin had forgotten collect the herbs that he had said to retrieve that day. It had taken all of the young warlock's self control not to throw a fit right then and there. He had been worked to the bear minimum that day, in fact, this entire MONTH had been filled with utter chaos and Merlin was absolutely positive it would drive him mad.

Its not that it was hard work, its just the fact that he was CONSTANTLY working to stop it-the sorcerer.

These passed few weeks Merlin had been using his spare time foiling the absolute HORRID plans of a...very confused and not too bright of a sorcerer. It seemed like every hour was filled with the sorcerer trying to penetrate the castle walls and somehow get Arthur killed.

They never worked.

They were pretty horrible plans, and they usually involved a failed spell (mostly due to Merlin's quick thinking and predictable abilities) and then the sorcerer-almost-being captured. For some reason he always managed to escape before the guards could snatch him.

Oh well, he'd never succeed anyway. Merlin decided that even without him constantly keeping a watch on Arthur that the sorcerer would never actually achieve his goal.

Arthur was a bit too witty to ever get himself caught up in one of his schemes...maybe. Or maybe they were both evenly matched.

Merlin snickered to himself at that thought and how true it probably was.

The black haired boy sighed when found himself focusing on a lush green plant that peeked up from the ground. He didn't even try to stifle the yawn as he knelt down to inspect the plant that seemed to be basil. Touching the leaves carefully, Merlin found it to have the texture that matched Gaius's description, then leaned a bit closer to smell it.

The minute the young warlock inhaled the aroma the strong, tangy scent immediately infiltrated his nose and nearly made him sneeze.

Yup, that was definitely basil.

With gentle hands, Merlin began to break the stem of the potent plant and gingerly place it the small bag he had carried with him.

snap

The young warlock's head immediately shot up and scanned his surroundings. The noise seemed to have come from the side of him a little distance away.

Quickly Merlin finished putting the basil in the pouch and very cautiously stood up and faced the direction from where the noise came from.

Cocking his head slightly, the curious warlock slowly began to make his way over to the place where the twig had snapped under a foot. As quietly as he could Merlin continued step by step over to where a very suspicious looking tree stood.

Magic started to bubble up inside him, ready to spring to his aid at any moment if he even gave the slightest inkling he was in danger.

Heart pounding, Merlin approached the tree and in one swift moment poked his head around and immediately tensed for what he saw.

Nothing.

Letting out a relieved sigh, the hyped up sorcerer mentally kicked himself.

It could've just been a squirrel Merlin, calm down.He thought, but in the back of his head he knew it was better to be safe than sorry.

Shaking his head and deciding he had just overreacted, the blue eyed sorcerer turned around.

"YA!" Merlin yelped when he suddenly found himself face to face with the one and only:

Brutus. A very unfitting name for this man. He probably didn't have one ounce of muscle on him, therefore not deserving the name meaning Brute Strength.

The unexpected visitor sent Merlin flying backwards in surprise and he suddenly found himself flat on his back staring up and the sorcerer who had been causing all the mayhem in Camelot these days.

"Ugh..." Merlin couldn't help the groan that escaped between his parted lips as he let his head flop backwards. He did nothave time for this joke of a sorcerer.

"AH HA!" The lame enchanter shouted. "So...it's just YOU and me now Emrys." The badly-named sorcerer taunted starting to walk towards Merlin.

The young warlock couldn't control the surprised expression he felt forming on his face when he called him by his druid name. Shaking it off, Merlin quickly stood up and faced his foe bravely...still a little annoyed.

"I see you're surprised that I know who you are, YES I DO know who you are, and that's why I called you Emrys!..." The chocolate haired man of about 30 years of age let his hands fly up to make a more dramatic appearance.

Merlin quirked an eyebrow and watched the lame performance in front of him.

When the sorcerer didn't get a satisfying response from the younger warlock in front of him he let his hands fall and stared hard at him.

"So..." He said after a few moments of awkward silence.

"Aren't you going to ask - WHO I AM!" He was clearly trying to intimidate Merlin, but he could obviously tell he was failing.

"No." Emrys said to the other man in front of him and leaned down to pick up the pouch he had dropped on the ground.

"NO! Do you have ANY idea who I AM or what I'm capable of?" The 30 year old man said trying to get some kind of frightened response out of the other sorcerer in front of him.

Merlin's head swiveled around and met the hard stare of the fail of a sorcerer in front of him.

"Well," The young warlock began. "I'm not actually sure WHO you are or what your ACTUAL name is (though he did), but I do know that you're the one whose been trying to get Arthur killed...and failed each time." Merlin let his eyes display true boredom but inside he was preparing for a quick and painless fight...for himself.

"Yes...but those have just been...small attempts. Each would have worked, but it seems a little obstacle always seems to interfere with my plans..." The brown haired man eyed Merlin hatefully, and for some reason Merlin just couldn'tfeel threatened. Though he was wondering how the heck he knew he was Emrys...and how he knew that he was the one who kept of foiling his predictable plans.

Merlin rolled his eyes and once again mentally kicked himself. He was WAY underestimating his opponent. Who knows, maybe he was just fiddlingaround all the times he attempted to have Arthur assassinated.

Nope. It was no use, he couldn't take this guy seriously no matter how hard he was trying. Even the way he lookedscreamed joke. His messy balding brown hair was sticking out on all ends, and his chubby round face just couldn't mask the appearance of evil. He was a short plump man with sparkling green eyes and a very round body. The long maroon coloured robe he wore was a bit too long for him and the designs on it looked as if the forest and smeared itself all over his clothing.

Nope. None of it fit the definition of bad

Merlin knew something was amiss though, something very powerful was lurking around the man. It was a strong pull of magic and the first time he had confronted the lame sorcerer he knew he possessed very little magic. It didn't make sense that after only a week he somehow managed to strengthen it to almost Nimeuh's level of power.

As if thinking the same thoughts Merlin was, Brutus suddenly pulled out a chain, and on the end dangled something that made Merlin's magic begin to rush throughout his body so fast that he stumbled in response to his magic.

This did not go unnoticed by Brutus and the man let a fail evil smile stretch across his face. "Ah, yes. I see you noticed my amulet."

The stupid observation nearly went unnoticed as Merlin tried to control the heavy amount of magic that called out to the little orange pendant that dangled on the end of the golden chain. It was so powerful that it was almost the only thing he could focus on.

How did he get a hold of something like THAT!Merlin barely managed to think to himself as his foot took an unwanted step forward.

The cocky sorcerer in front of him smirked as he watched Merlin helplessly try to control his magic.

"Yes, this is the amulet of Ddragoon, the Great!"

Merlin stopped. Even the rush of magic seemed to pause as that statement sunk in. Completely against his will, the young warlock began to laugh.

That has to be coincidence!Merlin thought to himself as he tried to control the chuckling that kept escaping through his parted lips. The flash back of when he had used the aging spell to save Gwen's life came back in a large rush and only made him laugh harder when he thought about the name that he had randomly come up with to use for his disguise.

Merlin then decided that it actually wasn't thatfunny, but the thought of the situation he was caught in at the moment and the passed events involving the fail sorcerer just encouraged another round of his sweet laughter.

Brutus was desperately trying to think of ANY reason of why this was amusing to the very powerful sorcerer in front of him. It was almost starting to scare him a bit and he actually considered abandoning this idea and returning back home with another failed attempt to take over Camelot.

He didn't though and he waited a bit impatiently for the younger warlock to control his laughing fit.

Once he finally took control of his laughter Merlin looked up and wiped his away the tears of laughter that were starting to form under his eyes. The young warlock greedily sucked in the oxygen that his body craved and finally managed to look Brutus in the eye without laughing...somewhat.

He just couldn't take this situation seriously. Brutus was not even a SLIGHT match for him, and yet he was trying to threaten him...In a way, Merlin felt almost a little egotistical at that moment. However, he checked that immediately and tried to concentrate on how he was going to get out of this inconvenient mess.

The expression on Brutus's face still hadn't changed from it's very confused and a bit scared look, and it took all of Merlin's self control not to laugh or even smile at how pathetic and funny it looked.

The amulet was still dangling from Brutus's unmoving hand so thankfully and unthankfully it offered a bit of a distraction for Merlin. Not that he had any choice.

Shaking his head and the expression from his face, Brutus continued the rant he was going on before Merlin had started to laugh.

"As I was saying...this Amulet is from...well never mind that, but it is the Echdynnu Amulet." The weak sorcerer said with malicious tone.

Merlin's face paled. No. How is it possible he got a hold of that! That amulet has the power of-

"Magic manipulation." Brutus said confirming and finishing Merlin's thoughts. " Extract, weaken, or even increase magic's power.." Brutus said looking at it longingly. He shook his head and continued is monologue. "And now that I have it, there's NOTHING you can do to stop my newest plan to kill Arthur."

Brutus then attempted an evil laugh.

Fail.

He ended up coughing right in the middle of his laughter and that's exactly what Merlin had been counting on...sort of. Taking his chance, the young warlock lunged with incredible speed toward the amulet that was dangling from the sorcerers hand. Merlin supposed the desperation to get his hands around the amulet was what increased his speed and agility.

Just before Merlin closed his hands around the object though, he noticed that Brutus hadn't even attemptedto block Merlin from getting the pendant.

A little too late, Merlin found out that grabbing the amulet was exactly what Brutus had been counting on.

OOOOOKAY! so yes! A little cliffy! I'm sure you just love me already!...uhhh ish haha. I'll be updating about once a week and if schools really bad, about a week and a half. Usually on Friday nights is when a new chapta shall be up!

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