Authors Note: Kay peeps new story, hope you like it, I got this idea randomly a dinner one night, and jumped up and wrote it down in my Idea Book (a tiny little book I write my ideas in so I won't forget them, it's very conveniet) where it has been, waiting for me to write this.

Disclaimer: The only thing I own are my spelling mistakes, as my computer dose not have spell check, and I almost always forget to edit it in the Document Manager. There for I do not own Merlin.

SPOILERS!: There are spoilers for up to The Sins of The Father.

Merlins p.o.v

It started out as an ordinary day for everyone in Camelot, it was the middle of an extremly hot summer, so hot people were worried about fires breaking out. It was at least a little cooler in the castle, for no torches were being lit, and the servents had kept all the windows open. Everyone was trying not to do much work in order to stay cool. Except one servent. Merlin.

As usual the clumsy, raven haired warlock was late, him being the servent to Prince Arthur, the Prince of Prats, he was expected to be on time, but alas, he had over slept, he had spent almost all night fighting off a zombie set on killing Arthur, but as far as anyone present knew, the zombie had exploded ramdomly in a flash of golden light. A slient hero, Merlin was. Not that he had any choice, all magic was forbiden in Camelot, and it was punishabe by death.

As Merlin burst in to the room balancing a tray of food in one hand he was welcomed by the usual greeting from Arthur,

"Your late."

Merlin caught his breath a little before sputering,

"Sorry...Gaius...and the...leach tank..."

The Crown Prince rolled his eyes before answering,

"Honestly Merlin! Are you usfull at anything!"

You have no idea. Merlin thought. Arthur still hadn't the slightst clue his servent was a a warlock, although Merlin had had some close calls. He almost shuddered, rembering Ealdor, the wirlwind he had created, and how, if Will hadn't taken the blame after he was shot, Arthur would of known.

"Merlin, are you even listening to me?" Arthur comanded, anoyed by his servents incometence.

"Yes. No. What was the question?"

Arthur sighed, "That just proves it." He muttered, running his hands though his blonde hair.

"What proves what?"

Arthur sighed again."I need you to polish my armor, clean my chambers, and sharpen my sword."

"Really?" Merlin said bemused, "That short of a list?"

Arthur rolled his eyes yet again before answering,

"Yes, Merlin, you need to be in the Great Hall at noon, were expeceting a visit from a lord from the northern most part of the kingdom, Lord Derick I belive his name is, and your to be there to do anything one of the guests asks you to. Understand?"

"Yes sire."

An hour latter the chores were done, and Merlin was walking towards the Great Hall. That was when he heard it.

Merlin.

The Great Dragon.

Not now! Merlin thought back. Apearently it had worked, the dragon remained slient. For now.

Not long after Merlin had entered the hall, the doors opened, and though them walked a middle aged man, with short, croped, copper hair and tan skin. Lord Derick. Who was acompined by ten armed guards, who must of traveled with him.

"Lord Derick," exclaimed King Uthur, "welcome to Camelot."

Lord Derick bowed, "A pleasure to see you again Uthur" he said.

"Now tell me, Lord Derick, what brings you to this part of the realm? You never mentioned the reasons of your visit in your letter."

The lord smiled, and to Merlin it seemed slightly sinister looking.

"I have come," he said "For only one reason and one reason alone, and that reason is..." he paused, and the next words he spoke made Merlins blood run cold.

"To see the death of you and your son!"

With a flash of blinding white light Derick was no longer tan with red hair, but black haired with floresent white skin, and the ten gaurds were now ten figures, men and women, in black cloaks with strange blood red symbols on the back, a bleeding and dying dragon, Merlin realised. And it was a trap. Sorcerers had entered the castle.

The knights reacted insently. surounding the sorcerers. Merlin saw Arthur draw his sword and try to join the knights, but Uthur restrained him. Both of their lives were in danger. The lead sorcerer, the one who had masquaded as Lord Derick shouted,

"I am Aaron Terrel, and me and my sorcerers will return tonight and everynight untill the Pendragon line has been destroyed!" And him and all the other sorcerers dissapered in a thick gray smoke, leaving the entire court mystified and horrified.