So much for not posting this until I'm done with one of my other stories. Well, fuck you muses. Fuck you!

Anyway, I hope you'll like this Prologue and if you're interested then please leave a Review.

This won't be a Crossover. Merlin is only in this chapter and others might be mentioned, but it only has to do with the myths of them and not the actual show or anything.

Enjoy,

Nick

"Gana," Merlin panted, rushing up to me "Come on. We have to get going."

I frowned in confusion "What's going on?"

"The Knights don't trust you. They want you dead," the young warlock explained in a rush "We have to get you somewhere safe."

"But where?" I mumbled "No one will accept me in Camelot or in any of the other kingdoms. Not anymore."

Merlin smiled at me reassuringly "Don't worry. I have a plan."

I raised my eyebrow at him "Your plans usually aren't very... good, Merlin. Especially not if-" I cut off with a gasp when my vision cut out on me for a second. I got flashes of three gorgeous men with red eyes. They were sitting on thrones. Who were they? What was so interesting about them?

"Damn," I heard Merlin curse "They are coming..." The sound of heavy footsteps reached my eyes from far away.

"Halt," a demanding voice shouted "In the name of King Arthur, you are under arrest."

The flashes disappeared and I blinked rapidly, noticing the tip if the sword at my throat. Merlin threw me a panicked look and I grinned, spinning around quickly. I grabbed the surprised warlock's hand and pulled him along with me. The knight was shouting orders behind us, so I turned in time to catch a knife thrown at my throat. I only hand enough time to move, so it didn't catch me full on. I clutched at the bleeding as Merlin pulled me away further, chanting under his breath, leading me deeper and deeper into the caves.

Suddenly, the world swirled around us, changing from the cave to a huge room. A familiar room. At the head was a dais with three thrones. The exact same thing I had seen just minutes before. My eyes caught the red gaze of the man standing on the left. He had long brown hair, his eyes a bit glazed.

I was gasping, trying to get air into my lungs, when I collapsed slowly "Merlin," I mouthed, no sound coming over my lips.

"Shh," he hushed "Breath, Morgana. Just breath. I'm sorry for intruding, but would you mind? I have to tend to my friend, then I'll explain."

"Not at all," a musical voice waved off as the three from the thrones stepped closer "Curious," I heard one of them whisper "She's our anima gemella."

I stopped concentrating on them, when my warlock friend started chanting, a hand on my neck. When the pain of the healing wound got worse, I couldn't hold back the scream of pain any longer. The only thing that bothered me was that no sound escaped my lips. Nothing... After Merlin finished, he sat back, wiping the sweat of his forehead "She has to rest."

"I will take her to a room," the white haired King spoke up, bending down "If that is alright with you, amore." I tilted my head at him curiously and nodded lightly. He scooped me up and we were off in a speed no human should be able to pull off "My name is Caius. The other two men were my brothers Aro and Marcus."

I opened my mouth a few times, closing it a second later. After the tenth failed attempt at talking, my eyes welled up with tears. To suddenly go from joking with a friend to not being able to talk was a huge change. It was all too much. The hatred from the people of Camelot, Arthur's decision, Merlin's help, the knights and then coming here. I wasn't even sure where I was anymore.

"Shh, amore," Caius soothed "It will be alright. We will explain everything to you once you are rested."

'Merlin' I mouthed panicked, looking around for my friend frantically. Where was he?

"Your friend said he had to leave," the fair haired man hushed "Please, beautiful. You need the rest."

I blinked back the tears and nodded, snuggling down into the covers. I wanted to be strong so badly, but I couldn't. Everything had changed so quickly and I don't think I could cope. My mates were with me now, so I should be happy, right? Wait... mates? Since when... Of course. Why didn't I think of that before? I felt a connection, a tiny spark in my heart when I looked at them earlier. Mates... my mates. I would lose them soon though. I was immortal after all, my faye heritage making sure of that. My mother had named me Morgana LeFay shortly before she had died. She had been a faye as well, one of the last. Our kind was hunted for for talents. Maybe that's why Uther took me in... I wasn't sure. The only thing that I knew was that the bed was comfortable and I was extremely exhausted now. My eyes drifted close at the same time, I felt a cold, hard arm sneak around my waist, pulling me against an equally hard chest.