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Rated: M, for good reason...Mpreg :D

Summary: In the far future, Morgona have succeed on destroying Albion after Arthur and Modred killed each other. Arthur's last Heir, Hanthur Pendragon, has been on the run ever since he was born. When his hope to bring peace to Albion again seem loss, he trade his magic to go back in time to rewrite history. Merlin/Arthur Hanthur/Gwaine

Special Thanks to: Loopstagirl and Speedy Speck for helping me with the editing :D

A/N: Hello, everyone! This is the first time I ever post a story online. I mean I wrote stories ever since I was twelve but I never really post any of them. I don't know why...anyways, this is going to be a sixteen long chapters story (hopefully). I am recently huge fan of Merlin (yeah I know...where have I been right?) and decide to write a couple of stories of Merthur :D Oh yeah, I am Pro-gay and I loves yaoi/slashes...straight stories never really my thing...anyways, I know Hanthur Pendragon is a OC but I hope that you guys will grow to like him...he is not going to get between Arthur and Merlin...this is a Merthur fanfic so it will stay that way...anways...enough of my babble and enjoy reading it :D

Chapter 1

It had been eighteen years since the Fall of King Arthur, and nine years since the death of the Great Wizard Merlin. All the Knights of the Round Table had died one by one at the hands of Queen Morgana as they risked their lives to save Hanthur Pendragon, the last heir to the throne of Camelot, leaving all but the Knight Gwaine.

The sound of magic arrows swooshed around them as they ran through the thick, dark swamp, with the footsteps of Queen Morgana's undead soldiers following close behind. It had been three days since she'd found their hideout, and in order to escape Sir Leon chose to stay behind and buy them more time. He was dead. Hanthur could feel it, just as he felt Sir Gwaine's life too was slipping away. A venomous snake sent by Morgana had bitten him, and the two men both knew that no one could survive after such a bite. But even so, he promised Hanthur that he would keep fighting until they reached the Dark Forest; a sanctuary created by the twelve high priests of the Druids when Queen Morgana became a threat to all of those with magic. Hanthur hoped that maybe they would be able to help Gwaine. He had lost so many people dear to him. He couldn't bear to lose another.

They were only a few feet away from the Dark Forest when the undead soldiers caught up to them. Hanthur held Excalibur tight in his hand. Merlin had given it to him before he died, telling him it was his father's and to wield it with pride. He swung the sword to defend himself from one of the undead as they slammed down their sword. Gwaine quickly used the hilt of his sword to knock down the soldier attacking them, buying them a moment of time.

"Sorry" he apologized before he took Excalibur from the Prince and started to fight the soldiers himself. Hanthur was a great swordsman, no doubt about it. The Knights of the Round Table trained him after all, but still his strength and talent was still not the same. He didn't have their experience.

After Gwaine had finished off every last one, he rushed to the Prince's side.

"Come on!" He said, and pushed the Prince towards the Dark Forest.

As long as they passed through the veil, then neither Morgana's magic nor her undead soldiers could get to them. Just two or three more steps and they would be safe. However, before they were able to reach it one stray magic arrow shot after them.

It caught Gwaine straight in his chest, piercing his heart. The Knight dropped Excalibur into the swamp and it vanished deep below, but before anything could be said, he pitched forward.

"Gwaine!" Hanthur cried and caught his Knight before he could hit the ground.

With his last ounce of strength Gwaine pushed forward and both of them fell through the veil. The Knight landed on top of Hanthur and he could see crystal tears form in his ocean blue eyes. He grinned down at him as they shared one last gaze. Without any words, his soul left his body.

"Gwaine," the Prince whimpered. He could do nothing but hold him tightly and cry.

His nails were bleeding from digging as he laid his last Knight into the three-foot deep hole. He folded Gwaine's hands across his chest, and then began the slow process of burying him beneath the dirt, tears falling from his eyes. Once all the dirt was in place, he began picking up stones, the finest he could find, and started to build them up. He only wished that he had something to send Gwaine off with, flowers perhaps, or even some alcohol given the man's personality. But he could offer nothing but his grief.

The Dark Forest was dead, the only sounds being the eerie cries from skeleton trees. Realisation hit Hanthur with a jolt. He was alone. Everyone was dead. There was no one left, just him. How was he supposed to fight against Morgana when he had no one else to reply on anymore?

His legs gave out on him and he fell to his knees. He was so tired, so tired from the entire running and fighting. He didn't want to do it anymore. He just wanted to be with everyone. Maybe, if he just died now, he could be reunited with them, wherever they were. His body slumped down next to the grave as the thought repeated through his head. He was so tired, so very tired.

Eventually, he gave into sleep.

He must have been lying next to Gwaine's grave for about five days now, but he couldn't really tell. In the Dark Forest there was no day or night, only clouds hovering over the skies. He hadn't eaten or drunk anything for days and his red lips were chapped and his skin was beginning to cling too tightly to his bones. Even though he was weak, he could feel it, his magic. It was so strong that it was protecting his body from insects and any other predators from coming too close. Merlin taught him how to control it when he was alive and after he was dead Gaius took over his training. He was adequate, but not as good as Merlin. A little while after he turned thirteen Gaius passed on, and there was no one else to teach him. He couldn't control his magic anymore, so he couldn't call out to it when he was in need, but it always protected him at his most vulnerable times. Like now.

Not that it mattered. He didn't care about controlling his magic anymore, because he knew he was going to die soon. He simple didn't have the will to live anymore. The sooner he died the better, and then it would all be over. Again, he closed his eyes to sleep and hoped that he would not wake up.

"It's not your time yet, young Prince…"The unfamiliar voice of a woman floated through the air.

He opened his eyes and realized that he was no longer in the Dark Forest. He was lying on a ground filled with white pebbles with a silvery lake in front of him. He sat up and looked to find a feminine white figure standing in the heart of the lake. He stood up, enchanted by this being. "Who are you?"

"...I am the Lady of the Lake..."

"What do you want from me?"

"...I want what you want, young Prince. For eighteen years of Morgana's reign, all magical creatures and humans have been hunted down and slaughtered. I want all this darkness to end as well..."

"But what can I do? I am just one person," he said, ashamed of his own weakness. He had been hoping to die, after all. How could he fight now? "What can one person like me do?"

"...There was a time when a sorcerer exchanged his magic to travel back in time and he helped the Great King of Camelot end all the bloody wars of all five kingdoms. I believe you can do the same..."

"Exchange my magic to change history?" Hanthur exclaimed, his mind whirling.

"...Yes, my young prince. Are you willing to give up your magic to change everything?"

As he stood there, he wondered if this Lady of the Lake was lying to him or if she telling the truth. In his bedtime stories, Merlin often told him about the Lady of the Lake that lived in the Lake of Avalon and helped guide the lost souls back to the right path. If the Lady of the Lake was telling the truth then he would see everyone again. He really did want to see them again.

"Yes." To Hanthur's mind, it seemed that was the only answer that he could give.

"Very well then, my Prince. Our future lies in your hands..."

Excalibur floated outward from the water, droplets gleaming from its surface as it emerged, hilt first.

"Take it and stab it into your heart. It won't kill you, it will only absorb your magic." Slowly, Hanthur took the sword and placed it where his heart was. He knew he was taking a risk but even if it was a lie and he died, he wouldn't mind. Not really. Everyone was gone anyway so his life didn't seem like it was worth much.

As he dug the blade into his flesh, his breath caught in his throat. The pain was terrible, but he didn't stop, not until the blade was all the way through his back. His magic could sense that he was injured and tried to heal him. The sword however did exactly as the Lady of the Lake had said and absorbed the magic running through his body. He thought he would be surrounded by a cold darkness, but instead a warm light surrounded him.

He was awoken by the sounds of chirping birds and crickets. His eyes fluttered open slowly and he winced as the light burnt his eyes. It didn't take him long to realize that he was lying by a lake, but it was not the same lake as in his dream. Or was it even a dream? No, it couldn't be. The place was unfamiliar and before meeting the Lady of the Lake he had been lying next to Gwaine in the Dark Forest. Where was this place? He climbed to his feet and glanced around, trying to figure it out as he began to walk. In his distracted state, he didn't really take notice of what was in front of him and soon found himself walking straight into a horse. Five horses in fact.

"Hey," someone said from a few feet away. He turned towards the voice and his eyes widened as a smile graced his lips. It was Sir Leon, looking well and alive and even younger. There were three other Knights following him. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Leon demanded.

He was so dumbstruck by seeing the Knight that he had a hard time finding his voice. "Leon, it's me, Hanthur."

The Knight looked at him suspiciously. "I never see you before in my life," he said. "Where is your traveling visa?"

"My what?"

"Your traveling visa, or are you a resident of Camelot?" Asked one of the other Knights.

Hanthur looked away, blinking. "I don't understand."

Leon sighed and said, "A trespasser. Arrest him."

Two knights grabbed him so suddenly that he didn't get a chance to defend himself. "What? Why am I arrest? I didn't do anything!"

"These grounds belong to Camelot. If you are not a resident nor have a traveling visa, you are trespassing," said Sir Leon. "Take him away."

"I thought Camelot was destroyed," Hanthur muttered, more to himself than out loud, but Leon heard him and his brow furrowed.

"How dare you curse Camelot? Your insolence shall not be tolerated. You will spend the rest of your days in the dungeon!"

Suddenly fear overwhelmed the young Prince. "No, wait! I'm not cursing Camelot! I'm just...I'm..."

"Sir Leon, what are you doing bullying a boy?" A blond man in armor came from the forest behind Leon, sheathing his sword. Hanthur didn't have to ask to know who the man was. He had heard so many stories from Merlin about this man that even though he had never seen him before, this is what he had imagined him to look like. This man was his father, Arthur Pendragon. "Hi, I'm Prince Arthur Pendragon. What is your name? And what are you doing here?"

Hanthur was awestruck to be in front of his father for the first time. He never imagined that he would ever get the chance to meet the man. He licked his bottom lip and answered, "I'm Hanthur Pen—ny. Hanthur Penny."

"Hanthur Penny?" Arthur looked at him suspiciously.

He nodded. "I came to Camelot to find a family friend named Gaius. On the way here my baggage and gold were stolen," he lied quickly and averted his eyes to Sir Leon. "And the thief told me Camelot was burnt to the ground. That's why I thought Camelot was destroyed."

Arthur narrowed his eyes at him, studying him. The boy had some bruises under his jaw and left cheek like he had been in a fight. His clothes seem to be covered with dirt and torn in odd places. But what bothered Arthur the most was that the more he studied the boy, the more he realized that the boy looked a lot like himself. He was almost a splitting image of Arthur when he was younger, except for the dark hair and his eyes. His eyes were a deeper blue like Merlin's. He pulled away and said, "We will see if you're telling the truth when we go see Gaius. Now we need to get going," he turned towards the others, "Sir Leon, he will be riding with you. My father will be angry if we are late today."

Hanthur's eyes widened. "Uther is still alive?" All the Knights and the Prince turned to him again and he quickly added, "the thief also said his highness is dead. I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect."

Arthur wasn't amused but he ignored the comment and continued onto his horse. As Hanthur climbed onto the horse with Leon and they made their way to Camelot, he was surprised by how beautiful Camelot looked before Morgana destroyed it. He had only seen Camelot once when he was six but it was dark and dreary.

"It's beautiful here," he said in awestruck voice. He missed Arthur's small smile of pride at the words.

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