A/N: Hello. This is my first attempt in writing a fan fiction. I hope you guys would understand that English is not really my mother tongue, especially British English. So I've written this British story in US English since it's the type of English I'm use to and grew up with. And also I hope you would forgive me if ever I made mistakes in my grammar and for using simple words that I've chosen for writing this story. Your reviews and comments are well appreciated, as long as they are constructive.

I hope you will enjoy reading this. The story takes place on the end of season 2.

So sorry, no Morgana and the Great Dragon here. But who knows maybe as the story progress they might get included.

I dedicate this fanfic to my 3-year-old niece Charlize, my sister Cherry and my cousin Jenny who are also avid fans of the show, and also to my mom, Linda and dad, Vic.

Disclaimer: BBC owns the rights to the show. I don't get paid for writing this. I only write for fun.


CHAPTER 1

LEVITATION

It was the mid of a cool summer's night and the people of Camelot had all gone to sleep. Only a hand full of royal guards stayed awake and took their nightly patrols to keep watch over the city. The full moon shone brightly spreading its light throughout the kingdom.

The sounds of night creatures and the restless sound of stirring wind as it shook the leaves of trees filled the forest surrounding the city. Among the trees in the forest was a distinct variety of Magnolia trees. Unlike other Magnolia trees that flower in the spring, this variety flowers in the mid of summer as fall approaches. The Magnolia trees started to bloom its fragrant flowers, as if the moon commanded them to do so.

In the midst of the forest an old man dressed in a white cloak stood staring at the castle of Camelot at a distance, and behind him stood a beautiful pure white unicorn.

It was peaceful and quiet in Gaius' chambers as the old physician slept snoring on his bed. In Merlin's room, the light of the moon beamed in from an open window illuminating the young warlock in his slumber. Prince Arthur had given his servant a heavy workload for that day and it made Merlin tired to the bone. Although Merlin's daily chores seemed to be the same as in any other day yet he felt much more tired than ever before. Probably because of the summer heat, the hot climate seemed to drain Merlin's energy. When he got home the boy didn't even ate his supper. He's worn out body couldn't take it anymore so he went straight to his room and surrendered to the comfort of his small bed.

The bell tower tolled and its sound echoed throughout the land. It was midnight, and at that moment Merlin started to become restless in his sleep. He tossed and turned while panting as he clenched his blanket tightly as if he was having a nightmare. Beads of sweat started forming on the young man's brow as he moans. After a few minutes his restlessness ceased. He slightly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, but he wasn't awake. And then his blue irises flashed golden.


The bright light of the early morning sun broke into the physician's chambers. Gaius was already up and ready for the day's duties. His chambers were on the top floor of the palace, giving the room a superb view of the city and the surrounding forest.

One of Gaius' greatest pleasures was standing by his window and gazed at the whole city, the place where he had lived and served for the rest of the autumn years of his life. It had been more than twenty years and yet Camelot's charm had not changed much.

He noticed in the distant woods that patches of yellow were dotted against the greenery of the forest. It was that time in the season when the Magnolia trees had bloomed. Gaius smiled, he knew that the day would be pleasant for the fragrance of the Magnolia flowers would swirl around the city giving a sign that summer was almost about to end.

As he admired the grand scenery his focus shifted to the height of the sun, Gaius suddenly remembered the time. It was about mid morning and his ward, Merlin, hadn't woken up yet. The young manservant was going to be late again for his duties for Arthur, and that would really irritate the Crown Prince. Gaius should wake Merlin up before Arthur comes to his chambers to fetch his servant, again.

Gaius strolled up the short steps leading to Merlin's room. He paused in front the wooden door and knocked.

"Merlin, time to get up now. You don't want Arthur get annoyed with you again because of your tardiness."

There was no answer. He knocked again, "Merlin."

Still no answer. Gaius thought Merlin might have been tired the night before. All the work and the heat could have been exhausting for the young warlock. The physician wanted to give Merlin some proper rest but the morning was up and his duty called. So with a sigh Gaius decided to enter.

Poking his finger in a hole on the right side of the door he lifted a latch behind it and slowly opened. Gaius stepped in, and what he saw came to him as a shock.

"What on earth . . ."

Merlin's room was charged with power, a flow of pure energy. Even Gaius could feel it, and it made the hairs on his arms stood up. Because of this some of the objects in the room floated in the air as they spun slowly. Merlin's brown jacket, boots, trousers, neckerchiefs, and tunics were drifting swiftly. Along with his clothes were books, a half bitten apple, some pieces of paper, candle holders and other stuff. Even the magic book that Gaius gave Merlin floated freely. The physician garbed hold of the book and placed it against his chest. Only the bed, the cupboard, shelves and table stayed in their place.

Gaius was in awe, his mouth hang open as his eyes followed the flying objects. He felt like he was underwater with the way the object moved and floated. But he snapped out of his reverence when he finally noticed that the bed Merlin slept on was empty. Gaius abruptly became worried.

"Merlin, where are you?" he called out as he scanned his eyes around the room. But there was no sign of the young warlock. Where could he be?

Then all of a sudden a white hand appeared in front of Gaius' eye level. It flung hanging from above startling the old man. Gaius slowly lifted his eyes up to the ceiling and gasped.

Merlin was levitating seven feet from the floor. His arms dangled at his sides while the rest of his body was horizontal and parallel to his bed. And the boy wasn't moving at all.

A rush of concern took over the physician, "Merlin, what's happening to you?"

Gaius tried to remember his pass experiences when he himself practiced sorcery. He couldn't recall anything like what Merlin was experiencing at that moment. But of course Merlin was different. Different from any sorcerer he ever knew. Merlin didn't learn magic, he was born with it. It's part of every fiber of his being. When Gaius first met Merlin, the young warlock didn't even need to mutter out spells to use magic, they just happened instinctively. To Gaius, Merlin was a question that was never been posed before. So could Merlin's uniqueness be the reason for this odd event?

Gaius suddenly realized that this wasn't the time for questions and answers. He had to hold the thought because first things first, he must get Merlin down from the ceiling. He didn't want to be pessimistic but Gaius envisioned a worst-case scenario. Arthur might come storming in his chambers any moment looking for his tardy manservant. And if Arthur sees Merlin in this state who knows what he will tell his father, King Uther.

Gaius darted around the room looking for something to get himself up to Merlin's level while dodging the floating objects. He got hit right smack on the face by one of Merlin's floating boots. With annoyance, he angrily shoved it away. He saw a bedside table and a stool that was also floating but they were too low. Suddenly Gaius remembered he has a ladder that he was using to get himself up tall shelves. The physician shoved other drifting objects as he got out of the room. First he place the magic book that he was holding on a work bench, then grabbed the ladder that was leaning on a shelf. Then quickly, as fast as the old man could move, went back to Merlin's room. He leaned the ladder on the wall next to the bed while securing it on the floor to prevent it from slipping. Then with careful steps he climbed up the ladder.

After about four steps Gaius could see Merlin's expressionless face. Sweat plastered his jet black hair onto his forehead and his skin was much paler. What surprised Gaius the most was Merlin's eyes, half opened and staring blankly on the ceiling. And instead of blue, his irises glowed golden. Gaius had seen Merlin's eyes shine gold before while performing magic. So that means Merlin was causing all of this. But it seemed the boy wasn't aware of it. It was like the time when he got poisoned by Nimueh. Merlin was delirious and unconscious, but he was still doing magic as he muttered spells in the language of the old religion. He even made a blue glowing orb appear on his hand. Gaius thought maybe it had something to do with Arthur's predicament when the Prince went out in search for the Mortaeus flower, the only cure for Merlin's condition. Merlin seemed to know Arthur was in mortal danger, and beyond his unconsciousness, he still helped Arthur escape and the Prince returned to Camelot safely.

Gaius thought he had to do something to wake Merlin up. He thought of potions, but Merlin's too asleep to even drink it. He even thought of spilling water on Merlin's face, but the old man couldn't lift a bucket of water up a ladder. Then he thought of a conventional way. Gaius placed his hand on his ward's shoulder and began to shake him. His mouth was close on the boy's ear as he called his name.

"Merlin. . . Merlin, wake up. Merlin. . ."

With that Merlin started to awake. He eyes slowly became blue again. The boy blinked several times then glanced at his guardian's face, still a bit incoherent.

"Gaius . . ." the boy said in a sleepy tone.

"Are you awake now?" Gaius asked.

Merlin stifled a yawn, "Yeah, almost. Why? Is there a problem?"

Gaius raised an eyebrow, "I was about to ask you the same question."

The old man's eyes gazed upon the brown jacket that had past by floating in the air. Merlin followed Gaius' gaze and the young warlock's face was bewildered. Looking around Merlin could see the floating objects slowly swirling around the room. And he finally noticed Gaius appeared to be on a ladder.

"What's going on? What's with the ladder, Gaius?" Merlin moved his hands around trying to search for something, "Why can't I feel my bed?"

Suddenly all flying objects halted from circling around and dropped. The heavy objects made a loud thump on the wooden floor while the lighter objects, like paper, slowly descended as they were caught by the flow of air. With wide eyes Merlin looked at Gaius in surprise. And after a few seconds Merlin was plummeting too.

"Whooow!"

Merlin fell onto his small bed, it seemed to have broken his fall but his bed was a bit hard because the old mattress on it was thin.

Merlin sat up groaned in pain while holding his lower back, "Aaawww! That hurts . . ."

Gaius climbed down from the ladder. He picked up a stool and sat beside the bed to attend Merlin.

"Are you alright my boy?" Gaius said with concern.

Merlin cringed from his back pain, "Yeah guess so, just a bit dizzy and my back is aching like hell. Oooww." Then Merlin expression changed as he gave a befuddled look at Gaius, "What had just happened to me?"

Gaius sighed and explained, "You where levitating about seven feet from the floor while your bedroom looked like it were submerged underwater with all your belongings floating around."

Merlin was taken aback, "Really? I was?" he asked troubled.

"Yes you were." Gaius said, "Weren't you even aware it?"

Merlin shook his head, "No, I was fast asleep."

The two became silent for a moment as they mused. How this could happen without Merlin knowing. He would have certainly felt magic flowing trough him even in his sleep. Then he had a notion and turned to Gaius, "Could another sorcerer be doing this to me?"

"I don't think so. I'm afraid that you're the one who's doing it. I could tell because your eyes were glowing golden. And also I felt a flow of magical power in here. It felt like it was emanating from you."

The boy looked around and saw the state of his room. It was a mess. Well, the room was always messy since Merlin didn't have time to clean it up because of his hectic schedules for Arthur and chores to be done for Gaius. But the mess of the room was overwhelming, as if a tornado came in and blew everything around. It's going to take him a long time to straighten the place up again. Merlin pouted.

"Great, just great . . ." he said scratching his head in frustration.

Merlin wanted to stand up but his movement caused his back to hurt. He groaned from the pain, "I should get a thicker mattress for my bed if this going to be a nightly occurrence for me. Or better yet, just strap me on the bed so I wouldn't fly away."

Gaius smiled at that, "I'll get you something for the pain." The old physician tapped the boy's shoulder. He stood up and went out of the room leaving Merlin alone to ponder.

For what had just happened Merlin's felt booth astonished and frightened. Astonished because he realized he has so much untapped power within him. The sorcerer Cornelius Sigan said that Merlin was a powerful sorcerer, but the young warlock had yet to know the true extent of his powers. He was limited to use his magic, he had to keep it a secret, or else his head might end up on a chopping block.

But for him it was good to know that he could do such powerful magic, even when his unconscious. 'O-oh', and that thought frighten him. Unconsciously using his powerful magic was a frightening prospect. What if he might hurt someone or if someone might see him in one of his magical fits? This really bothered him.

Gaius came back with a small bottle on hand. He gave it to his ward and Merlin drank the contents straight up.

Merlin gazed up to the old man with worried eyes, "Is it bad Gaius?"

Gaius sat beside his ward on the edge of the bed, "I'm not sure Merlin. I've never seen anything quite like it."

"I can't help to think that it might happen again." Merlin said wearily.

Gaius could see the anxiety on Merlin's face. He wished he could give his ward some answers, but he's years of knowledge and experience in magic had not prepare him for this moment. All he could do was give some assurance to the young warlock.

"Don't concern yourself too much my boy. We'll try to find out what's causing this. But for your sake, I have to keep a close watch on you from now on."

Merlin looked at Gaius. He made a goofy grin and sighed, "Well, I hope what happened was just a one night event."


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