Hellooo, finally got around to start writing the sequel to my story Friend turned Prey, soo if you haven't read that one, I recommend doing that first, while there is some kind of short summary in this chapter...you might still miss some things..so check it out! =D

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin!

Enjoy!

Prologue

Sir Tristan, knight of Camelot, in his opinion one of the best, silently moved through the dark streets of the lower town, all the while pondering the latest events.

Only a few months ago he had not only been a respected man, but also well on the way of becoming one of the king's most trusted and indispensible knights. But then the unforeseeable had happened…

It had all started with that dumb mission to investigate a possible gathering of sorcerers close to Camelot. Prince Arthur and several knights, including him, had been sent out to confirm the rumours and to deal with the sorcerer's accordingly, if they were truly there. The whole trip had started out perfectly for Tristan. He'd managed to get close to the prince and subtly promoted his own cause with flattering remarks about the blonde's leadership style, his combat skills and even his dumb horse. He had basically been able to watch Arthur's ego grow from where he was standing and then as he was just about to ask the prince for a tiny favour the first obstacle presented itself.

Sir Leon.

That annoying knight, who'd just happened to be second in command on this mission, swept in like a shark scenting blood and had monopolized Arthur for the rest of the trip. (Of course Sir Tristan didn't know that Arthur's slightly pleading look had prompted his ever faithful knight to intervene on his behalf. However much he liked compliments, there was a boundary in how much bootlicking he could stomach, especially since Merlin had so successfully got him off his high horse,… most of the time anyway.)

Then, when they had finally reached the clearing, where the sorcerers were actually assembling, Sir Tristan was beyond ecstatic to find out that the prince's own manservant was a sorcerer. Oh the possibilities…

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Unfortunately from there everything had gone straight to hell.

First, he had been knocked out moments after their battalion attacked the sorcerers, which had really hurt.

Second, when he'd woken up back in Camelot, in the physician's quarters and realized that no one knew of Merlin's treachery yet, he practically flew to the throne room to inform the king. And like it always should have been he became the king's right hand in that troublesome affair. Heck, he'd even locked the crown prince of Camelot into the dungeons. But he'd made a huge, unforgiveable mistake…he had let Sir Leon simply slip through his net, which had proven to be his downfall.

The other knight had destroyed him with little more than half-arsed lies and an implied deceit combined with an enchantment; which had for him ended in an extended stay in the dungeons.

Finally, he'd been forced to apologize in front of the whole court and even now he was constantly under watch by the other knights and received nothing but mistrust.

They were going to pay, Leon, Arthur and foremost that scrawny manservant/sorcerer, whose lie was the cause of Tristan's predicament. For that very reason he was now sneaking through the lower town like a common thief. Soon he would be back to his former glory and status…soon.

Reaching his destination Tristan ducked into an empty, rundown house and was greeted by a seedy looking man, who grinned at him in anticipation.

"Did you bring it?" sneered Tristan, intent on leaving again.

"Yes, yes…I have it" holding his hand palm-up, the thug revealed the object in his hand. Snatching it from the others hand Tristan barked "It works?"

"Yes, yes. Perfectly, I tested it myself." Replied the man cackling.

"Good." Smirking maliciously Tristan handed his latest 'friend' a pouch with gold coins and swiftly left the house.

Time to get his revenge…

Review? pleease =D :D

little on the short side but I'll try to change that in future!