Thomas sighed heavily. It has been three days sence his wife had got this horrible disease. There wasn't a cure. Only thing that he could do was try to make his beloved wife feel as comfortable as possible and take care of the kids and house.

But his wife's state went worse day after day. Doctor had said that usually this disease would heal on its own in couple days. It was hard for Thomas to believe that. His wife was so weak that she looked like she was dying. What if the doctor was wrong and his wife was seariously dying?

Thomas stood up like a thousand times that night, walking around in his small home. Children were sleeping. No one would know... But breaking the law made him worry. If someone hears him, he would be sentensed to die like all those evil sorceres who had tried to take over Camelot and feild. His children and his wife would live whitout him.

Thomas looked his small cottage. He didin't want to give up without a fight. If he dies, his children would still have their mother. And besides, there was a chanse that no one will never know. He could make just a small spell and they would live happily the rest of their lives like they always were.

The man walked to the other side of the house, carefully so he would not wake up the kids. Life was quite hard in this far of the senter of Camelot, but they were used to it. Thomas didin't even know anything better. One bed in house, wake up in the morning and working with other villagers so they could get even something to eat. At the night they would fall sickly tired in their bed.

Thomas sat down next to his wife on the bed. He wasn't bitter about anything. Life was hard, but at last he had a wife, kids, roof above his head and most of the time enough food. But now he was losing the love of his life. That was the last trop for him. He was a honest man, why did he have to suffer this kind of lost?

"Everything is going to be allright. I promise", Thomas wispered as he gently toutched his wife's hair. The man swallowed as he closed his eyes. He hasn't used magic for twenty years and he couldn't do anything bigger but just basics.

So of course he couldn't do any kind of healing magic. Those were really far from his limits. Even the most powerfull sorceres couldn'f do them without years of training. And Thomas had trained years so he could just open a door with magic. Learning magic was really hard for orginary human.

Thomas wasn't sure when he actually started to whisper a spell. It felt like he was dreaming and those words just came out of his mouth. He didn't even remember all the words so he made up a few. He didn't believe that this could actually work, so it didn't matter if he said something meaningless in middle of Old Religions words.

The man sighed as he looked his wife again. Nothing seemed happen. Thomas turned quicly to his kids. They were sleeping peacefully without knowing that their father had just broke the law. That would have been really hard to explain.

Thomas jumped when he heard his wife moving. Woman's face looked even more painfull than before and she twisted on bed like she was having a nightmare.

"Shhh, my love. There is nothing to be afraight of", Thomas whispered as he touched his wife's pale and sweaty cheek. Touch seemd to make the brunette calm down a little bit. Actually she seemd far too calm.

"My love?"

Thomas put his hand on his wife's throat. He tried to find her pulse. But it wasn't there anymore.

"No... No... No..", man whispered trying to wake her up. She didn't breath.

His wife was gone.

Thomas tried to fight, but his eyes watered and tears fell on his cheeks. He didn't want to wake his children yet. Not now because their fater was not abel to comfort anyone. The man lifted his wife's limp body against his chest, feeling the thin body turn slowly cold. He moved front and back, crying burning hot tears.

His grief made him blind. He didn't see that his wife actually opened slowly her eyes. She felt her husband's heart beating in his chest...

From woman's throat came a husky, hungry voice, that sound like a growl. She attaced with full power to her husband's throat.

Thomas yelled when a limp body all the sudden attaced to him. He didn't have time to react in any ways so he felt how her blunt teeth sunk into his throat. The woman didn't bite a long time. She let go as fast as she had attaced, but she bite again on the man's shoulder trying to rip as much meat as she could. She didn't seem even notice her husband's desperate fights back.

Thomas yelled and yelled as much as he could with his destroyed throat. He tried to stop the bleeding with his other hand while his wife ripped the meat off of his bones like an angry bear. The man realized that his wife was actually eating him alive.

"Run! Don't just stand there and stare, run!" Thomas yelled to his children, who of course had woke up to the sounds. Now they just stood there, looking with horror on their faces when their mother was eating their fater alive.

Thomas died, lying in his own blood, staring with empty eyes when his wife ran after their kids. She was covered with his blood, but still she wanted more. Young, fresh meat. Living meat.

Couple seconds later, Thomas felt the life come back to his body. He didn't feel pain anymore. He didn't suffer anymore. Every bone in his body screamed for food. Human flesh.

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Merlin screamed as much as he could. The woman was biteing his chest as hard as she could, trying to get his juicy young heart. Heart, that was beating so fast that it felt like it was trying to get out of his chest by it self. Pain and fear filled the black haired boy's brain, not leaving any room to other thoughts. He just wanted her to stop, nothing more...

"Merlin! Merlin!"

Merlin didn't even realice that he had actually woke up so he sat up with amazing speed. In a heart beat there was however two hands, keeping the thin, fighting boy still. He was ready to bite, kick, hit, curse... He was ready to do anything so he could get away from there...

Strong hands however kept him still, shaking his body really strongly. He was panicing.

"Merlin! Relax, it was just a nightmare!"

The reality reached the panicing brain really slowly. The blue, scared eyes stared a long time into the worrying eyes in front of him. It took a long time before he recognized them.

"Arthur..."

Merlin was choked how weakly he said the prince's name. Everything was so comfusing. Was he still dreaming or was he death?

"Bloody hell Merlin, did you seariously tried to give us a heartattack?"

Slowly, Merlin realiced that Gwaine was on his kneels right next to Arthur. In fact, all the Knights of The Round table, as he playfully called them, were standing around him and they all looked worried.

"A woman... woke up from death... ripped my... husband's... bite the neck... killed her children..." Merlin hasn't calmed down even a little bit. He was breathing heavingly just like he had been rather drowning than sleeping. But the dream felt so real. He could still feel the woman's teeth on his shoulder and how his flesh ripped off of his body the most painfully way you can even image...

"Merlin, you must calm down. It was just a dream, nothing more", Arthur ordered, but he looked still worried. If Merlin had had more energy, he would have made a little fun of that how worried the prince was about his servant. The warlock had to but all his focuse to convise him self about that there were no teeth marks under his scarf.

"Should we take him to Gaius?" Lancelot suggested carefully. If something made Merlin so scared, it could not possibly be anything good. Merlin was after all the most bravest of them all and the most powerfull warlock on earth. And he had gread instings. Normal nightmares could have never made the warlock be this upset.

"We can't, he must go first to check up Ehia's people. They are really sick. Plus Gaius has his hands full with cureing Camelot's people, so he doesn't have time to worry about Merlin's nightmares", Arthur said but he looked like he would rather take his servant back to Camelot. But he didn't have a chanse to do so. The warlock was pale and he was shakeing from his head to toe. The blond let go slowly from his friend's shoulders when he was sure, that the warlock didn't try to run away anymore.

"Don't worry about me, I'm berfectly fine. It.. It was just a dream. It just felt real", Merlin said quicly, trying to confince him self too. The knights looked at him with doubtful look on their faces.

"And this has nothing to do with your magic?" Percival asked carefully.

Merlin jumped a little before he realized that the knights, and Arthur knew about his magic. Well, only Gwaine had accepted it straight away. Lancelot had of course known a long time already. To Arthur it was a hard pieace to bite. Gaius, Lancelot and later Kilgharrah had made the prince belive that if he didn't trust on Merlin, Camelot did not have a future.

Plus Arthur knew that losing Merlin was like losing half of a soul for him. Merlin had been the first person who had had enough courrage to say straight to his face the warlock's opinion about his actions and what to do in difficult situations. Thanks to Merlin, he has learned to listen to his people and make his decisions so they could serve all the people. Not just the noples and their families, like his fater used to do.

Not to mention the countless times when the young warlock had saved the whole Camelot or just the prince's live. Yes, Arthur knew about them now. He own to Merlin his life, so the least he could do to him was make sure that the knights would never tell about Merlin's magic to anyone. His fater would be furious if he knew that his own son was keeping a warlock as his manservant right under the king's nose.

"... I fear so. But this was diffrend. Usually when I sence a powerfull magic around, I woke up. I have never before seen nightmares. In my dream, there was a sorcerer..." Merlin was cut off by Gwaine.

"How you can be so sure that he wasn't a warlock?" All the knights looked back to Merlin, who sighed. He had a feeling that he had explained this before.

"A warlock means a really old creature, who has born with magic. Like me. Sorcerer is a human, who has learned magic. And then there are people, who are capable to use spells because they have been born with a power, that is related to magic. Like Morgana is a seer. She was born with a power to see future. It is one kind of magic."

The knights looked comfused. Just 'sorcerer' wasn't enough to mean all the people who had magic? Arthur, who had already heard Merlin's lesson of useing sorcerer -word, stood up and looked on the sky. The sun was already rising so it was no use to go back to sleep anymore.

"Well, what ever it was, we don't have time to think about it anymore. We must hurry so we arrive to Ehia before dark", the prince said looking back to warlock, who was still sitting on the ground.

"So what if you worry less about your beautysleeps and make us some breakfast. In other hand, if I was you, it would be hard to not to worry about beautysleep. That face would need years of sleep", Arthur teased grinning and kicking Merlin gently with his leg so the warlock got up from the ground.

"If you were me, I would be you. And if I was you, I would lose weight", Merlin give back. That made Arthur's neck turn red.

"Shut up, Merlin."

All the knights laughed as they started to back their things at the same time when Merlin started to make them some breakfast. Only Arthur saw how Merlin tried couple times his neck, chest or his shoulder, makeing sure that there wasn't bleeding bounds that no-one had saw before.

After they ate breakfast and the camp has been backed, the knights and Merlin started to ride to Ehia. Merlin felt all the time that he had eated plate full of snakes instead of stew. The more closer the Ehia they got, the more Merlin was ready to turn back to Camelot. He senced that something was seariously wrong.