Yo how's it going people? I'm not abandoning my other stories, don't worry! :D so here's a new one.

Set in the gap between series 4 and 5. Yeah. So. LET US BEGIN.

In a Land of myth and a Time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young man. His name...

Merlin...

The dirty window let through some beads of early sunrise, and the light shone mainly on a boy who was laying disgruntled on his bed in twisted sheets. He groaned, but had been awake for some time. He had been awoken by a nightmare: a wave, and he was standing on the white, foamy break. The water was black. The sky was blood red, and Camelot lay beneath it. Merlin could not look away, and could only watch as the water destroyed the whole land. Then a smirking, beautiful, dark haired face. Morgana grinned. "So, I know your secret," she whispered. "Arthur is mine now." Then, a blonde haired king sitting in the darkness..."Why the lies Merlin? Why?" Then he turned around...he had no colour in his eyes...they were utterly black...and then, as Merlin begged for forgiveness, flames, burning...

He had awoken, sweating, crying out in fear, and smashed several medicines with magic. Gaius had scorned him, and Merlin now sat up after no decent rest.

Merlin was not in a good mood. Something about today was like an irksome fly. And he needed to swat it. He just thought about the unfairness of life.

Another year had ensured he got no thanks, no apologies, just more loss and unpaid labour.

It was all Arthur's fault. Somehow, every bad event linked back to that prat. Merlin was not happy.

So he stormed into the king's chambers, ripped open the curtains, dumped the breakfast with deliberate force on the table, and stormed out of the room.

Dead on time, with Gwen and Arthur gaping at him.

As he marched through the castle, he bumped into a girl with intelligent green eyes, light brown hair and a rosy face. She scowled at him. She was just a child, but the glare she gave him was quite unnerving. Another girl, of same age, but quite a bit taller, with hazel eyes and longer hair, and a very pale complexion, looked sympathetically at Merlin, before dragging her friend off.

Merlin just set about doing his chores. Chores for many people that is. Deliver this, clean that, make this, polish that, clean so-and-so's wound, assist what's-his-name to somewhere. He didn't register the looks of concern he was receiving, or the day quickly passing.

As the moon clicked into its place high in the sky, Merlin stormed into Gaius' chambers, utterly startled the poor man, slammed the door of his bedroom after abruptly speed walking in, sat on his bed and kicked the wall.

Morgana smiled. Her black dress bellowed out behind her as she waited. She knew what was happening, without seeing.

Merlin had been always there. Annoying. He had been a friend, once. But then he poisoned her, stopped her, beat her. Ha. And he was close to Arthur. Two people would break then. She grinned.

Phase one was complete.

So...?! What do you think? Should I continue? Reviexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx