Authors note:

This is my first chapter; it is my first time writing... anything! I wanted to set the scene before I get into the romance, so I hope you enjoy and it gets you hooked! Please review my work!

Acknowledgements:

I need to thank "Merthur", .net/u/2332194/ , Merthur's stories were the first I read, and strait away I made an account! Thank you!

Disclamation:

I do not own Merlin BBC or anything to do with the television program. If I did, that show would be slashy! (Slash Fiction).

Warning:

This is a BoyxBoy (MerlinxArthur) Fanfic; if you do not like that type of writing then I warn you, do not keep reading.

Chapter One: A boy, a destiny, an execution...

Camelot; it's a very powerful, wonderful and absolutely dangerous place for me to go to. I knew that one day I would have to leave Ealdor because of my 'gift', but I never thought my mother would send me to Camelot of all places!

No man, no matter how great, can know his destiny.

He cannot glimpse his part in the great story that is about to unfold.

Like everyone, he must live and learn.

And so it will be that the young warlock arriving at the gates of Camelot, a boy that in time will father a ledged.

His name... Merlin.

Walking past mountains and through great forests, pushing through shrub both thick and thin; I finally find myself at the mercy of the great castle. It lies to the edge of my view, its power exciting and daunting.

Stumbling through the enormous entrance, I find myself in a world very different to that I'm use to. People rush around me barely aware of my existence, trapped in their own lives and unable to take in the glorious beauty I see in this place. And as I begin to loose myself, I hear horns sounding. Immediately I am drawn to it, my curiosity at its height.

That is when I see it; that is when I am reminded of my horrible fate and my curse of a 'gift'...

It's an execution.

"Let this serve as a lesson to all. This man, Tomas James Collins, is a-judged guilty in conspiring to use enchantments and magic, pursuant to the laws of Camelot, I, Uther Pendragon, have decreed that such practices are banned, on penalty of death. I pride myself as a fair and just king, but for the crime of sorcery, there is but one sentence I can pass..."

I stare at Tomas, a frightened boy who could easily be me. I watch in silence as the axe is raised. I gasp. My neck begins to throb as if my own head had been cut from my body; I feel a cold shiver run through the core of my-self. Camelot is like a poisoned flower.

"When I came to this land, this kingdom was mired in chaos, and with the peoples help magic was driven from the realm, so I declare a festival. To celebrate 20 years since the Great Dragon was captured, and Camelot freed from the evil of sorcery. Let the celebrations begin." Uther begins to walk away, arms slowly lowering.

I shift where I stand, unsure what to do now; then a woman cries out.

"There is only one evil in this land and it is not magic" She strains to speak through her tears. "It is you. With your hatred, and your ignorance." Anger flares in her words. "You took my son! But I promise you, before these celebrations are over your will share my tears. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth... A son for a son!"

"Seize her!" Uther yells too late, she whispers something in the old tongue and disappears.

My mind is racing with blank thoughts... There is nothing I can do; no words.

I walk away form magic, from Uther Pendragon, and the corpse still lying in the centre of the city's square.

I hope you liked it. (The dialogue is accurate by the way) Review please; good, bad I don't mind but I would love a response!