Note: This is my first Merlin fan fic be gentle and I want feed back, I'm laid up in bed sick and I will probably get this story done really soon. Thanks!

Chapter one

King Arthur lay dying in the arms of his friend and sorcerer Merlin. He knew he was not going to survive this time; Merlin had saved him to many times in the past. The young King died, being the greatest King Camelot had ever seen and ever would have. His widowed Queen Guinevere took his place at the throne and as for Merlin. The old sorcerer was said to still be waiting at the Albion Lake waiting for his King, his beloved friend to return.

He rubbed his eye's staring at his laptop screen, oh he couldn't end the book series this way. All the stories his father had ever told him, he King dies in the end, but why did he have to die. His father was such a lover of the stories of King Arthur and Merlin that he named his only son Arthur. He always thought it was weird so when he wrote his book series The Camelot Series his pen name was A.E Von, Arthur Emerson Devon. To be named after the great King and to write about him is a little vain but his father was a Professor of History and King Arthur was his favorite part in history, it had been altered over the years. Arthur had a different stream of story line for his Arthur and Merlin, the sorcerer wasn't a cranky old man, but young like the Prince and what better way for Merlin to protect Arthur than to be his servant incognito. It was brilliant he thought, these stories of the pair of friends always ran through Arthur's head even as a child he would dream up stories of the two.

Arthur whipped the document clean he was not going to kill off King Arthur yet there were to many adventures left for the pair, this book was going to be sadder than the rest titled The fall of Uther. He had to finally make Arthur King, Price Arthur was getting old he needed to up his following and poor Uther was wasting away he felt it was time for the old king to parish. This saddened Arthur more than he thought it would, he wrote it off because he had just lost his father last year to cancer. Arthur ran his fingers over the keys of his laptop. How was he going to give Uther a great death? He laid his head back and closed his eyes trying to think.

Arthur woke with a sharp stabbing pain on his left side; this was getting ridiculous he needed to see the doctor about why he always woke with that pain. His neck was stiff from sleeping at his computer god he needed to start making it to his bed more often. Day light was peeking threw his curtains, so he grabbed his phone, oh shit it was 11:30 in the afternoon he needed a shower. He walked barefoot and rubbing his side heading to the bathroom when his doorbell rang. Who the hell could that be, his mother was in Paris visiting his Aunt and no one else knew were he lived. He reached the door and opened the peephole. The mans back was turned, all he saw was long snow-white hair pulled back, he hoped it was a man. Arthur cracked the door.

"Who is it?" The man didn't answer. Arthur let out a huff and swung the door open.

"Look I don't know who you are but it is very rude to knock on…"Arthur stumbled over his words when the old man turned around and smiled at Arthur. Oh god he'd seen this man before in his dreams, this was, this was how he saw…

The next thing Arthur knew he was waking up on his couch, he let out a relieved breath. Oh thank god it was just a dream, a loud crash came from the kitchen along with a curse of some sort. Arthur grabbed an umbrella from the coat wrack holding it like a sword he headed to the kitchen. Peeking around the kitchen's doorway Arthur spotted the old man make tea? Who the hell breaks into you home to make tea? The old man spun around and Arthur took a swing at him with the umbrella. For an old man he moved fast.

"What in gods name are you trying to do, an umbrella really Arthur you should be ashamed trying to bludgeon me to death with an umbrella." The old man scoffed.

Arthur dropped the umbrella to his side.

"Wait you called me Arthur how do you know my name?" No one called him that only his mum and dad every one else called him Emerson or Arty. The old man chuckled.

"Oh I know more about you than you could ever imagine. For instance, I know you have a birthmark on you left side right below you chest. It looks like a scar but it's a birth mark and it must give you fits." Arthur went to speak but the old man raised his hand.

"Ah-ah it's not nice to interrupt I know your mother taught you better than that. Are your dreams getting better? Or are they getting more vivid?" The old man slowly sat back in the kitchen chair, warm blue eye's looked over Arthur. Arthur couldn't speak how did he know all of this about him. the old man rose from the chair and placed his hand in front of him.

"There is only one way to tell you how I know so much about you Arthur." Arthur watch as the old mans eye's went from blue to gold. He watch as the old mans long white hair turned dark brown and shaggy right below his ears. His long white beard faded and his wrinkled withered skin smoothed becoming pale and vibrant. His back straightens and his yellowed teeth became pearl white. Arthur gasped, falling out of his chair hitting the kitchen floor backing away from the young man. Arthur trying mouthing it but it came out as a booming yell.

"MERLIN!?"