Hiya guys, i think i'm getting the hang of this now. I have decided to edit the first chapter and put more into it because i felt the first version was lacking quite alot, i have already received so many notifications from you guys THANKS SO MUCH it means the world knowing that someone appreciates this :D

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The only sounds you could hear was the splashing water drops from the small crack in the ceiling and the distance sounds of screams. Everywhere was covered in darkness, consuming everything, the only light came from the tiny cracks in the walls. The stench of blood and decay filled the mouldy air.

Every time there was a new arrival the door to the dungeon opened, the prisoners (who still had enough strength) leant forward onto the ice cold iron bars in hope of fresh air- there was none.

When the door opened a group of several unconscious men where being carried into cells, one of them, was separated from the rest. The prisoners watched as they ripped the young man's red neckerchief and blue top off, leaving him shivering as the harsh coldness bit at his skin. The men then tied his arms to shackles that were hanging from the ceiling- his feet just touching the floor; the others would have cringed. They all knew to well the pain hanging by your arms would bring- but most of them were just empty shells now and they felt nothing- they just continued to watch. The other six men were carelessly tossed into another cell together; they were unchained and then locked inside. The guards left and closed the door again leaving them all in darkness.

Damn! He should have known that when he woke up today he should have just stayed in bed. Merlin bolted up from his bed. The glass next to his bed smashed, making him jump. When he realised his surroundings he tried to remember his nightmare taking large gasps of air but he couldn't. He shivered, the only thing he did remember was the darkness. His magic was raging inside of him; trying to warn him that something was not right it was nearly tearing his insides, but he pushed it down; it was not the first time that . He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and tried again to remember what he was dreaming of. He got a flashback of some one who had been screaming his name trying to get his attention before a man wearing a black clock had stood in front of him and he knew no more. That was when he had awoken with a start – it's just a shame that he could not remember any more. Shrugging to himself, he shook his head and tried to motivate himself into getting dressed so he could start the day.

He looked over to the window, it was just before dawn 'why does it always seem that as soon as I close my eyes to go sleep I have to get up again', and while he yawned loudly he stretched his arms in an almost comical fashion. He stood out of his bed and did a full body stretch urging his magic to clam down because it was really starting to make him feel sick. It calmed it down to enough for him to get on with is day. Although it still bothered him, why was his magic reacting as though something unforgivably dreadful was going to happen. 'Then again, its probably getting worked up because Arthur hasn't had his breakfast yet- wow he really isn't a morning person is he?' Merlin joked; he could remember when Arthur threw a sword at him because he dipped his sweet bread into some suspicious orange looking spice, nearly took his head off, but it was worth it being able to watch Arthur go to the toilet every half twenty minutes and coming back with a bright red face, although it was not fun having to wash out those chamber pots afterwards, so maybe it wasn't a good idea.

As he got dressed into his usual outfit, not forgetting his favourite red neckerchief, he went out of his room to be greeted with the sight of Gaius snoring softly on hid bed. He looked fondly at his father figure, he was one of the only people who knew about his secret apart from Lancelot and Freya, no. He wasn't going to think about that, he had other enough problems at the moment he didn't need to start looking back on the past. He left Gaius a bowl of porridge by the side of his table and went down to the kitchen to get the prat his food.

"Merlin, will there ever be a day that you actually arrive on time for anything, you're so lazy!" Arthur fake mocked. As Merlin placed down the tray slowly, his hands were shaking slightly, what was happening with him, his magic was defiantly never like this. "Sorry sire" Merlin said, Arthur frowned, 'huh since when has Merlin ever called him sire without insulting me?', something was wrong, but he had other things to deal with so he didn't think about it for that long. Soon it was at the back of his mind. "Merlin, I and the Knights shall be going hunting at noon and returning tomorrow". "Yes Arthur" Merlin said before he left the room. Feeling even worse than before

Nonetheless, Merlin carried on his way; playing the part of the clumsy fool- admittedly the stumbling wasn't part of his usual clumsiness. It was later on that the headache began. The throbbing in his head refused to go away, it got worse and he couldn't help by grow quieter. All of the knights shared a worried glance between each other; they knew that a quiet Merlin meant something was definitely wrong. From past experience they knew that a quiet Merlin meant something bad had happened or was about to. If only they knew just how right they were…

The hunt still continued with everyone laughing and making jokes, except for Merlin.

He was being unusually quiet. Arthur seemed to realise at some point that his usual buffoon of a manservant was not insulting him, or coming up with a retort. "What is wrong with you today Merlin? You have hardly said five words! I mean I know you didn't want to go hunting but you don't have to go sulking like a little girl", Arthur taunted him; he had a grin on his face, as he waited for Merlin to say something. After a few seconds, Arthur turned around, although he would never admit, he was a bit worried about Merlin, he hadn't seemed himself all morning, jumping at loud noises as though expecting something to jump out, and he was just too quiet, that was never a good thing. When he took a proper look at his friend he couldn't believe he could be that stupid Merlin's face was paler, with bags under his eyes. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea…

SNAP

Merlin couldn't help but flinch (which did not go unnoticed by the rest of the group). He had so much magic pumping around it was beginning to become almost unbearable, he hissed in pain, but it went unnoticed this time as everyone's focus was on what caused the noise. "Did you hear that?" he gasped. In a matter of seconds, the band of Knights and the King had turned serious, they were alert and had there hands on their swords – Knight Mode. You would never thing that only a few seconds ago they were teasing Gwaine about the fight he had in the bar last night over which was faster, the snail or the slug. Arthur rose up his hand, everyone fell silent. Just when Elyan was going to suggest that they should start making their way back to Camelot, they attacked coming out of nowhere.

There were so many of them. These bandits looked ruthless carrying axes and swinging their swords. There was very easily 50 of them all running towards them, and this time it was obvious that (unless by some miracle, also known as Merlin) they were not going to get of this fight with just a few bruises.

As they all began fighting the bandits, they were all to busy to realise just how much danger they really were in because no one seemed to notice the sorcerer until it was too late…

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