I Own Nothing of the Merlin TV Series...But The Arthurian Legands belong to the world. Long Live The Once and Future King...ARTORIOUS!

In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a powerful warlock. His name: Merlin...

Prologue

Horses dashed speedily across the field toward a caravan. Seven horses bearing knights on their saddle raced to the main carriage which was heavily escorted by armed men from Rome.

You see; The Roman Empire was expanding and there eyes were set on Albion. A new and rich kingdom made of the original five separate kingdoms ruled now by the legendary King Artorious.

As powerful as Albion was especially with the great sorcerer Merlin as its protector, the Roman Empire was known to be vast and unbreakable. Which is why Arthur and the Roman Cardinal have been sent to sign a treaty of peace.

But there are evils working to destroy them...

Arthur and his six Knights of the Round Table have been sent to escort the Roman Cardinal safely to Hedrian's Wall. It was the trademark defence of the Roman occupation in Albion- and a scar to the rich beauty of the great and peaceful land.

Arthur rode his white stalion just ahead of his knights; There were Lancelot, Gwaine, Elyan, Galahad, Percival and a new addition Tristan. Together the six rode off to accompany their new occupants. Together along with the wizard Merlin have battled against the dreaded Saxon invasion from the North. Ruthless barbarians with no regards for respect and mercy. They have been eyeing Camelot and Albion for years and now have decided to act, they have decided to invade Albion and build an empire like the Romans did.

"All seems well Arthur," Arthur turned to Lancelot, scuttling to keep up with his king.

Arthur gave him a warm smile, then suddenly his horse came to a halt. "Wait," he ordered, looking at the dark forests that surrounded them. "Oh God..."

Out of nowhere a bolt had saured through the leaves and had struck one of the Roman's in the neck. The knights watched as the man fell off his horse and thud on the wet ground. "SAXONS!" shouted Gwaine and with Arthur's command they hurried to them.

"Hit the flanks!" Arthur roared, taking out his mighty sword Ezkalibor from its resting scabbard as rough men in tattered armour and long, bushy beards stormed in from both sides and attempted to corner them.

Crossbow bolts were still flying around, hitting any random target. Arthur swung his blade at as many of his targets as possible, his primary objective was the Roman Cardinal in the very fancy carriage ahead of them.

Lancelot and Gwaine were sent to dispatch the Saxons heading for the Roman ruler. With haste they dolted and with a few quick strokes the horse carried carriage was Saxon-free.

Arthur had gotten off his horse, along with Elyan and Tristan, swords drawn and at the ready they headed to Saxons full on. There were no way that they could win this. "Damn it, Merlin. Where are you?"

Crowded by their enemy, Arthur and his knights soon found themselves outnumbered and outmanned. They seemed to have been defeated as they heard the Saxon's cheer of victory to confirm their loss when...

There was a bright light from the trees and it grew closser. Everyone turned to stare at the light in awe. The Saxons pointed their crossbows and swords to the mysterious light and then out from the white came a figure with black hair that reached his shoulders, a short and shaggy beard and grey robes, had approached the Saxons.

On instinct they all fired at the mysterious being. The man leaped into the air, twirling in a summersault he dodged the bolted arrows and a huge wave of air gushed the Saxons away from his as he hit the gound with his feet and right fist. Suprisingly the attack had magically gone around Arthur, his knights and the caravan, only getting the Saxon attackers, banishing them to the dark abyss of the forests. Dead or alive it did not matter. They were done. If they hadn't died by the attack then the dragons would have them.

The wizard got up to his feet and looked around, a satisfying smirk evident on his pale white face. Merlin had arrived.

Merlin walked over to his king and bowed. "Not a moment too soon my friends," said a very giggly Merlin.

"Hah, a little earlier wouldn't have hurt either," chuckled Gwaine. They all laughed and shook the warlock's hand before moving to pat their sorcerer friend on the back.

The caravan was rescued and the Christian cardinal saved, the rest of the journey was also to be short for they now approached the great fortified wall that stretched from one side of the island to the other. It wasn't Camelot but with Arthur, Merlin and the legendary Knights of the Round Table, it was the closest thing to safe.

And soon after this, after seven long years at war with the Saxons...they would be heading home, to Camelot. They knew it. All had a loved one back at home and all needed them.

AN: I was really bored and had this story playing my dreams for a while now. I just needed a backstory really.