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After a night of sadness the Warlock woke up to darkness, it was still dark outside his window. What was going on? He never slept less then he needed to, he always got the right amount of sleep and would wake up just in time for breakfast.

His eyes washed around the unkempt room and didn't see anything immediately until he swooped round again. There sat on the windowsill was Freya, but how did she get there?

"Freya" a scared whisper emulated from his voice and the cursed girl moved round to face him. Though this wasn't the innocent girl that he knew and loved. This Freya was covered in blood by the wound on her shoulder that oozed and her eyes were black and revenge sounded off her tongue.

"You killed me" she whispered and as soon as the words left her mouth, she exploded into water, nothing was there except water on the floor. He felt like screaming but was aware that he was shaking. Somewhere in a distant part of his head he heard his name being called and he swam towards it.

The young Warlock woke with a cry as sweat poured from his forehead and a steady hand controlled him. His eyes went from the hand to the old face of his mentor Giaus and he found himself feeling relieved for a friendly face he knew about what he could do.

"Would you like to talk about it?" an old voice interjected the jumbled thoughts of Merlin's and he gave a sad shake of his head.

After all it wasn't the only nightmare that he had, had lately. He got them most nights now, which culminated in him having little sleep, each night he would see the face of someone he loved and each night they would blame him for either the actions of their deaths or for something that happened before he even met that person and it hurt.

He was powerless in his sleep.

Always he would be trapped for five minutes and then eventually he would hear either a soft voice or a soft shaking which would wake him. For the first few encounters in his dreams he would tell Giaus but now, he barely spoke to his mentor about it and the old man never pushed him or questioned it, he knew how hard it was for Merlin to remember any of his loved ones.

Some nights Merlin had resorted to trying sleep draughts that Giaus had tried making for Morgana- before she had left with a rage hellbent on taking the throne- but none of them worked, sometimes they would just make the dreams worse and then there was no escaping from the hell that plagued his nightmares, sometimes he would be trapped in memories, others he would be trapped underwater drowning and he would see Freya laughing from above, watching him drown.

He heard a sigh from the door and he shook his head slightly as he watched him mentor depart from his room. It was morning and obviously breakfast. He was starving after the dream and then he remembered what he had promised himself, no food just a slow exit. Of course he could have a little food, taking little nibbles would help him go about his day but hurt him in the long run.

Quickly he got ready in his daily clothes and skipped down the two little steps of his room like nothing was wrong in the world. He careful took a handful of berries and then waved goodbye to his trusted father figure and closed the door to the quarters. When the door closed his happy demeanour faded and he became left alone with his lonely thoughts again, he could feel the blackberries in his hand and he began chewing them, not really noticing the taste of his favourite fruit.

He was well and truly lost in his head, so many things were whizzing about there, right and wrong. Destiny and the dragons, nothing was safe in his life. Why did loved ones have to die for him to fore fill his destiny, it wasn't fair none of it was.

He felt himself breathe a sigh as he slipped into the room of one sleeping king. A man who should have had more responsibility on his shoulders then anyone else but it was safe to say that Merlin beat him in that department.

"Rise and shine, King Arthur, you have a big day ahead of you" the manservant shoved the curtains aside and found as much happiness from the depths of himself that he could muster and stood there waiting for the King to wake up, the man's breakfast balanced at the end of his bed and already the meat was making Merlin's stomach rumble like an ogre screaming.

"Did you get me the right breakfast this time, Merlin?" the snide yet jokey voice of an irritated king filled his mind as he watched one sleepy Arthur pull himself up and look at the food that was at the end of the bed and give a slight smile.

"Good, chores have been written down for you today as I've been requested in a council meeting all day that is top secret and is only allowed to be discussed by members so it means Merlin that I don't need to put up with you all day" the king gave a soft laugh as he heard the door open and watched as Gwen stalked through to get changed behind the screen after an hour of picking herbs for Giaus. With a quick getaway from Merlin, he took the list from his hands and unrolled it while walking down the corridor.

It read:-
1) tidy room
2)clean out horses
3)clean clothes
4)clean Armour
5) clean boots

And the list just went on and on much to the sadness of Merlin, although he could get it all done with magic and then spend his day at the lake but at the same time he wasn't really ready to see his dead girlfriend again any time soon after the dreams.

His day was just going to have to be boring and lifeless, a day that magic was not used.

A day where he was human for a while.