I had just been sold at age 15 to the King of Camelot, Uther Pendragon, as a slave. I knew death most likely awaited me, a druid slave boy in a kingdom that banned all magic. If they knew I practiced sorcery as well, I would most likely be tortured as well. I was chained in the cell below the castle. Suddenly I sensed a powerful presence and I knew it to be Emrys the one that was destined to save our kind from the evils of magic haters. The warlock walked in. He had short messy dark brown hair with blue eyes peaking out from under the hair.

Emrys you came to save me.

How do you know who I am?

You are destined to be the savior of our people.

Please call me Merlin. What is your name?

I am Mordred. Are you going to save me? Or is my time at an end?

I have talked to Arthur. He does not want to see an innocent child die anymore than I do and has agreed to speak to his father on your behalf.

You trust the crown prince with my fate?

I trust him with my life.

With that Emrys left the cell. I sat back down in the corner awaiting my fate. I did not understand how Merlin could trust this spoilt prince with his life. His father is the one who destroyed all with magic without a second glance. I could not sleep at all as I watched the sunrise overhead. Two guards opened up the gate of the cell.

"Come you are to go to His Majesty at once," the one burly guard stated holding up a chain to attach to the magic restricting cuffs on my wrists. Little did they know I still was able to do many basic spells just not the ones strong enough to release me from this slavery. I could escape but knew I would not make it far without being chained once again.

I remember the first time I used my magic to escape. I was five years old and only with my first master for three days before using my magic to burst the metal bars off my window and scaling down the castle to my freedom. I was caught quickly and beat so bad that I could not move for weeks. I attempted several years later with my last master. That was the time my innocence was lost to me forever. I never tried again. A guard pulled my chain hard making me fall, breaking me out of my daydream. I quickly stood back up.

I walked forward knowing resisting was useless. And though I did not hold faith in the prince, I did hold faith that Emrys would save me. The guard attached the chain to me and practically dragged me up the stairs out of the damp, cold cells. I had to squint my eyes briefly to adjust to the bright sunlight streaming into the castle. I kept my eyes down while walking through the castle knowing the rules of the slave was to never make eye contact.

Two doors opened and I was pushed to my knees. I could only see feet and a marble floor but I assumed I was in the throne room with the King himself.

"My subjects this boy represents everything we are fighting against. He is a druid boy. Magic once was used for evil and everyone lived in fear but then I cleared out the sorcerers and brought peace to this land. I was going to sentence this druid to death but my son, Prince Arthur, has convinced me that it would be better for the boy to remain a slave and serve the royal family to show that those with magic no longer have the power. For that reason Prince Arthur will now be this druid's master," Uther said finishing his decree.

I gasped in shock looking up and spotting Emrys next to the prince both holding oddly guilty expressions. My look was one of betrayal until I felt a hand roughly push my head down.

"How dare you make eye contact with your master, the crown prince of Camelot," the guard stated from behind me.

"That is enough Lamorak. He is now my slave and only I shall punish him. Merlin take the druid to my chambers to await his punishment, "Arthur said with a tone that allowed for no disagreement.

I watched as Emrys' shoes walked towards me. He took the chain that the guard was holding and gently pulled the chain telling me to stand up and follow him. I stood up with eyes down and followed our supposed savior out the door. As soon as the throne doors closed Emrys spoke through our mind link still leading me down the long hallways.

Mordred I am sorry but Arthur said the only way the King would not sentence you to death is if you were to remain a slave.

I would have rather died. I am done being a slave.

Please Mordred, do not give up or do anything stupid. You will see, Arthur will be a good master. I work for him as a servant and though he is a bit of a prat he is a kind and a caring prince and will make a great King someday.

You were supposed to save me Emrys.

Mordred please call me Merlin. That is the name my mom gave me and what I want to be called. I will save you. But for now the safest place for you is with Arthur.

I didn't say anything and neither did Merlin. I will have to remember to call him that or he could punish me. Even servants are higher than slaves and must obeyed at all costs unless it goes against what "the master" says.

Soon I found myself waiting in the Crown Prince's chambers with Em...Merlin. Red and gold covered the room from the wooden door to the linens of the bed. Suddenly the door across the room swung open revealing Prince Arthur. I quickly kneeled on the ground. I did not want to add onto my punishment. Brown shoes came into my view. Hmm...I'm surprised they are not red.

"You may stand Mordred," the prince stated.

I stood up still keeping my head bowed. I was shocked he used my name not druid like his father referred to me.

"Mordred I understand that you have been a slave for a long time. You have been expected to do many things for you many masters I am sure. What I expect from you is pretty simple. You are to follow my orders. I will be placing my servant Merlin, in charge of you when I am not around. At night you will be either staying in my quarters or in the court physicians quarters where Merlin stays. I expect you to treat them with the same respect you treat me. Is that clear?" Arthur asked me.

"Yes, Master" I stated. It was not like I expected anything else. It seemed as if I were to be a bed slave for the prince.

"Very well. You may spend the night with Merlin," Arthur said. "Merlin be sure to bring him with when you wake me in the morning.

"Of course sire. Then someone else can contest to how difficult it is to wake you up," Merlin told the prince. I looked up at Merlin in shock.

"Idiot," Arthur replied.

"Clotpole" Merlin said back to the king.

Without another word Merlin grabbed my arm and led me out of the room. What just happened?