A/N- Hey everyone. I decided to work on a new fic since this idea has been itching at my mind for ages. It's base on The Hunger Games (I haven't read the book but I know the basic story line) and I thought it make a good Merlin fic. :D
I haven't left Spellridden, I will be changing most of the chapters but not right now. But I still promise I will update as soon as possible.

I haven't got a beta reader so if their is any mistakes please inform me.

Disclaimer: Sorry, I don't own Merlin, BBC does.

Enjoy ;)

Prolouge

Frantically he dived over a dilapidated log, just missing the arrow bolting above his head. He scrabbled back onto his feet and continued deeper into the menacing forest, hoping to lose his attacker and find the rest of his lost team. The moon was the only illumination that could help him find his way, and not finding any more trouble, he was in enough at the moment. He stopped for only a second to study his surroundings, but a second was enough for an arrow to pierce into his flesh, right above his knee. Groaning, he glanced down to where his bloody injury was but wasted no time in bravely pulling it out and ducking from yet another arrow. The wound burst with ruby red blood but he tried not to pay any attention, he had to survive, he had to, he had to find the others.

"Arthur Pendragon."

Her heart thudded in her chest as she crouched against a towering tree, holding her breath and making her movements as quiet as a mouse. She heard frantic foot steps pass the front of the tree and just for a moment, she thought she was caught. When she heard the thudding sprint off into the distance she let out a sigh of relieve and wiped the hot sweat from her scarred forehead. The wind pricked her skin and a ghastly shiver ran down her spine as an ear splitting scream rang through the forest. It was only a matter of time before they find her, kill her, but she was hoping she would get their first. Or maybe one of her lost team mates, if they weren't already at their death bed. Suddenly, she heard a twig crack a few feet away from her and she turned her heard to see a bulky shadow creep towards her. She ran, ran as fast as she could. She wasn't going to let them take her, she had to survive, she had to, she had to find the others.

"Guinevere Findabair."

His magnificent eyes gleamed in the showering moonlight as he silently trekked through the forest. He was lost. Lost in this arena, this maze, this hell and their was no way out. Either kill or be killed, he thought, that's the only way. He took a sharp in take of breath and turned his head to see if he was being followed. He was isolated, apart from the gloomy shadows of the twisted trees surrounding the area. He quickened his pace; he needed to find the others, how about if they're hurt? Or injured? He would he ever forgive himself. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a presence behind him. Lifting up his hand he swivelled around attempting to stop his victim. A lanky boy that looked like he was in his teens was just about to slip a dagger under his ribcage, his face full of fear and terror. "I'm sorry," he whispered to the boy and lifted his hand into the air.

His eyes sparked a bright amber, and the boy fell hard against a tree, a deafening scream slipped out his mouth. He was either dead or knocked out. He had hoped not to kill him, but it was the only way he could stay alive, stay alive and protect the others. Becoming urgent, he started sprinting, he had to survive, he had to, he had to find the others.

"Merlin Ambrosius."

She pulled her knees up against the rest of her shivering body trying to preserve body heat. It was dark, cold and she was lost, also hurt. Her ankle seeped with blood as did her arms and legs, soon, if she didn't find the others, she would die. She had no energy to run let alone cast a spell that would heal her wounds. No. She was hopeless, left in practical oblivion apart from the whispering of the wind. She flinched as a scream rang through the arena, then, silence. That would be her soon, screeching with sorrow as she slowly slipped into that trance, that horrible judgement, that ender. That death. She felt the ground vibrate, there was someone coming, a foe, an enemy and she had to get away. She clung onto the bark on the tree and heaved herself onto her feet. She automatically fell back onto the infested forest floor, pain developing in every corner of her body. She tried again, using all the last energy in her body and pulled herself onto her feet. She staggered a few steps before gaining control and limped, as fast as she could, through the forest. She was more than hoping to find some where safe, but she was more than likely to bump into trouble. She quickened her pace, she wasn't about to let them get the better of her. She wasn't going to let them take her, she had to survive, she had to, she had to find the others.

"Morgana Pendragon."

He hid. She ran. He crept. She limped.

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