DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN MERLIN! BBC DOES!

AN- hey y'all! I couldn't wait to publish this story I was just so excited about it! So Pulled Under is still being written. BTW I think that I saw the name "Aurelianus" somewhere in another fanfiction, and i thought it was really cool so I decided to use it. I really hope you don't mind and i'm now stating a disclaimer to the name "Aurelianus" but anyways enjoy the story!


It was the usual bright, sunny day in Camelot. Arthur was running a bandit through with his sword and Merlin was working his magic. Like I said; it was a usual day in Camelot. Well, it was for everyone except Merlin. It was the third anniversary of his arrival in Camelot, and Gaius was determined on making a big deal out of it.

"Merlin," Arthur said as he wiped the blood from his sword, "Why is Gaius requesting permission to get food from the royal kitchens for tonight?"

Merlin smacked his face into his hands and groaned with irritation.

"He really is going to drive me crazy with all of this!" Merlin complained. Arthur shot him a confused look.

"What's he doing?" Arthur asked, and the rest of the knights gathered around, taking interest in the conversation.

"Three years ago I came to Camelot on this very day… it's the anniversary of my arrival. Though I honestly don't know why Gaius is making such a big deal out of it," Merlin complained.

"Nor do I understand his reasons," Arthur snorted. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to tell his that his request is denied. We'll need all of the food to entertain our guests that are arriving," Arthur explained.

During all the talk, they had remounted their horses and began to head back to Camelot. Arthur and Merlin rode in the front flanked by Lancelot and Gwaine. Behind them rode Leon, Elyan, and Percival.

"So who is coming to Camelot again?" Merlin asked. Arthur rolled his eyes at his servant.

"The Royal family of Dissidia; King Balinor Aurelianus had requested permission for him and his family to visit Camelot for the week," the prince explained.

"Oh," Merlin said, getting more interested. "Why?"

"Well, the King claims that he would like to sign a treaty with our kingdom. He believes that a treaty will be beneficial for both our kingdoms, and honestly I think he's right. My father did too, so he allowed them to come…" Arthur trailed off.

"But you think there's something else, don't you?" Lancelot asked, entering the conversation. Arthur nodded.

"Their son disappeared about three years ago and they've been desperately trying to find him since then. "

"What does that have to do with anything?" Gwaine asked, also joining the conversation.

"Well, I've heard that their daughter, Princess Annah, left for Camelot early to try and find her brother. I think she believes that he may be here," the prince explained.

"And?" Elyan asked.

"Her parents came with the same hope of finding their son…" Merlin asked. But he said the words as a statement.

"Correct," Arthur said nodding. "You know, I find it amazing, Merlin," Arthur began, turning his head to look at his servant. "The lost Prince's name is Merlin." A symphony of whispers erupted behind the two and Merlin was struck with surprise. He felt extremely honored to share a name with the Prince of Dissidia.

"What I don't understand though, is how two people who are so unbelievably different can share the same name," the blonde snorted.

"Yes, I've hear of Prince Merlin," Leon said. "He's said to be extremely skilled with a sword. He'd probably put up a good fight against you, Arthur." The knight all joined in laughter.

"He probably would," laughed the prince.

"Yes, I've heard of him too," Percival finally said. He was always so quiet that everyone jumped when they'd heard his voice. They'd forgotten that he was there. "I heard he was amazingly strong for being such a skinny thing." The knight smiled.

"He sounds impressive," Merlin laughed along. Suddenly, Arthur's tone shifted and he looked upset.

"His birthday would've been this week," Arthur said quietly. Everyone had silenced themselves to hear his words. "I guess that's why they're pushing so hard to find their son. The Aurelianus' are a very close family… they must miss Prince Merlin more than we can imagine."

Everyone had fallen silent as the depressing mood set in over the group. Merlin, most of all was quiet and deep in thought. His birthday was that week. He was glad that he could at least remember his birthday, because he didn't remember anything else from before his arrival in Camelot. The only other things he remembered were his name and his mother's name. Oh, and the fact that he had magic.

At first, Merlin had been so scared upon his arrival in Camelot. He remembered briefly something about a man named Gaius, and that he was a friend. He'd headed to Gaius and he was thankful that he had. Gaius had taken him in and treated him like a son, reassuring him that his forgotten memories would come back when the time was right.

Merlin was torn away from his thoughts by Gwaine.

"Hey, Merlin, you alive there!" the knight yelled at Merlin. Merlin jumped, taking a deep and sudden breath.

"I'm fine," the servant reassured. He decided not to dwell on his thoughts for the remainder of the ride and they rode in complete silence. Well, everyone except for Gwaine, who was, as usual, babbling on about nothing.

They finally arrived back in Camelot and Arthur had been summoned to the throne room by his father.

"Go take care of the horses, Merlin," Arthur said dismounting his horse and handing the reins to the raven-haired boy. Merlin nodded. "Oh, and you'll need to polish my armor, clean my chambers, wash my clothes, and I'll need help preparing to greet our guests tomorrow. We'll have a lot to do in the morning, so don't be late tomorrow. After you've finished everything I've told you to do you can head home."

"Of course, Sire," Merlin said, slightly bowing his head in respect. In truth he was just being smart about it all. They'd just gotten back from patrol! How dirty could Arthur's chambers be that Merlin was required to clean them? Merlin went and took care of the horses then reluctantly trudged off to Arthur's chambers that 'needed to be cleaned'.

The prince never ceased to amaze his servant at how much of a slob he was. Arthur must've made it back to his chambers before heading to meet his father. Dirty clothes and smudged armor was scattered across the floor. Merlin shook his head at the sad sight.

Merlin gathered the armor from the floor and let out an exasperated breath. The room was a disaster, and he knew he could clean it easily with a single thought. With his hands full, he decided, what the heck. He glanced out the door to check if the coast was clear, there was no one in sight, so he slipped back into the room and with a flash of his eyes, the room was cleaning itself.

It took all but three minutes for the room to finish cleaning itself. Merlin nodded with satisfaction and headed to the armory to polish the prat's armor.

The day felt so long and endless, and after endless hours of doing chores for the prince, he finally made it back to his room and was eager to get some sleep. Merlin sat on his bed grateful that Gaius wasn't there at the moment. That meant that the physician couldn't give his ward any extra chores to do.

Merlin warily flopped onto his bed and fell into a warm and welcomed sleep, until the sleep produced a dream.

Merlin woke up finding himself in the woods. 'When did I get here? Where am I?' he thought. He was wearing torn and tattered clothes that didn't even really look like clothes. They looked more like rags. Merlin didn't quite remember who he was or what was going on. He knew his name but, that was one thing he was certain of, but everything else was a black, empty abyss.

The lost boy walked until he found himself in a village.

"Um, excuse me," Merlin said getting the attention of a woman passing by him. She stopped and horror spread across her face. "Where am I?" Merlin asked.

"Uh, you're in Camelot. Are you okay?" the woman asked worriedly as she scanned over the boy.

"Well, I'm afraid I don't remember much at all," he said. The woman nodded.

"You could go see Gaius, the Court Physician. He's up in the castle, and I'm sure he may be able to help you," she said pointing toward the beautiful castle.

"Thank you," Merlin said and he made his way up to the castle. The name Gaius seemed familiar to him, though he had no idea why or how to explain it. He was freezing and wrapped his cloak tighter around himself… well, what was left of his cloak. He didn't remember wearing a cloak furrowed his brow as he examined the tattered, brilliant red and blue cloth.

Finally he reached the castle and Merlin asked one of the guards where he could find the Court Physician. The guard had the same reaction as the woman and an expression of horror spread across his face. 'Wow, I must really look bad' Merlin thought to himself.

"He- He's up there," the guard said pointing up a flight of steep stairs.

"Thank you," Merlin said gratefully. He made his way up the steps slowly. His entire body hurt, and again, he had no idea why. He finally reached the door with a sign next to it that read: Court Physician.

"Hello?" Merlin said quietly as he popped his head through the door. The old man was looking at books at the top of the room. Merlin stepped in and cleared his throat and the man turned around attempting to say something, but the rail he'd leaned against had broke and sent the old man plunging toward the stone floor.

On pure instinct, Merlin had slowed down time and let his eyes scan the room. His eyes fell on a small bed and with another flash of his eyes the bed flew under the falling man. Time went back to its original speed and the man landed on the bed with a loud thud!

"What did you just do?" the physician exclaimed.

"Oh that wasn't me! It was nothing to do with me, it was—" Merlin panicked.

"I know what it was; I just want to know where you learned how to do it!" the short man yelled. It seemed the realization of how Merlin looked had finally struck Gaius. A terrified look spread across his face.

"What?" Merlin asked.

"Who are you? And what happened to you, my boy?" the doctor asked as he ushered Merlin to the patient bed. Merlin sat down and winced at the pain that shot through him.

"I- I'm Merlin," he said through the pain.

"And what happened?"

"I'm not sure. I don't remember anything except that my name is Merlin, and my mother. I don't remember her name but I remember what she looks like."

"And obviously you remember how to do magic," Gaius laughed.

"Well actually that was more instinctive than anything else. I'd forgotten I was born with magic," Merlin frowned. The physician frowned too, at a loss for what to say next.

"What's this?" Gaius asked lifting the torn cloak.

"Not sure. It was there when I woke up." Merlin said inspecting the cloth as well.

"Well, why don't we get you into some better clothes. We can dispose of these rags," Gaius said softly. Instinctively, Merlin clutched the blue and red fabric in his hands. "Do you want to keep it?" Gaius asked.

Merlin took off the cape and scanned over its remains. It felt like it was a part of who he was.

"I want to keep part of it," Merlin breathed. He found two spots that looked tear-free enough to keep. One spot was on the blue fabric and the other was on the red. Gaius helped the boy cut the pieces out and they made great neckerchiefs.

"Thank you, Gaius," Merlin said softly.

"Any time, my boy," the doctor replied.

"Merlin!"

Merlin jumped up into a sitting position. Gaius was standing in the doorway.

"Oi, what are you doing sleeping?" the doctor yelled angrily.

"I- I'm sorry Gaius!" Merlin apologized. The old man saw something was troubling his ward and sat on the bed next to him.

"What's the matter?" he asked. Merlin rubbed a hand over his face.

"I had that dream again," he groaned. He hadn't had that dream in almost a year and a half. It wasn't necessarily a nightmare to anyone else, but to Merlin it was terrifying. It reminded him about how little he still knew about himself.

"Oh, my boy," Gaius whispered sympathetically, and he wrapped his arms around the young warlock.

"What does it mean?" Merlin asked desperately.

"I'm not sure." Merlin knew the physician was lying. He could see it in his eyes, but he was too upset to do anything about it. "Why don't you go back to sleep," Gaius suggested.

"Gladly!" Merlin exclaimed and he let his head hit his pillow again.


END NOTE- How did you like it?

Random person: "They hated it..."

Me: "No they didn't!"

lol oh well. I hope you enjoyed it.

For the record, in this story there is NO AGRAVAINE! YESSSS I hate that bastard! lol oh and Freya's not dead or cursed. she was injured and merlin saved her life but left to keep Merlin safe because she loved him. :) Until next time...!

~Allie-K