Here is the second chapter. I thought I may as well upload it. Hope you enjoy!

Also, because I forgot last time, disclaimer: The BBC owns Merlin.

Arthur opened his eyes; he was lying in a wood staring straight up at the trees. The merry sound and smell of a fire crackling was nearby. Groggily, he thought back to what he could remember which wasn't much. He had been dying, he was sure of it but here he was alive and completely unharmed. What on earth had happened?

Something moved behind him. It was Merlin "Sire you're back" he exclaimed.

"Back from what you clotpole? I've been here all the time" Arthur replied "Now let's return to Camelot" Merlin's face fell. Arthur didn't know what had happened since his death, not even that he had died.

"Erm Arthur"

"What" the king replied irritably

"I need to tell you something, you might want to sit down"

"Why"

"Just sit Ok. I'll explain"

The king sat he didn't want to waste any time arguing, he wanted to get back to Camelot and see his beloved Gwen.

"Do you remember what I told you about my magic?"

"I remember a dream I had where you told me you had magic but it was only a dream, I mean you can't possibly have magic, you're far too much of an idiot, and you don't have the brain"

Merlin took a deep breath "That wasn't a dream I really do have magic, in fact I'm the most powerful warlock, that has ever lived, I was born with magic, though with Morgana in charge I have had to hide my powers for years and do very limited magic." to prove his point Merlin muttered some words, his eyes glowed eerily gold and the smoke from the fire took the form of a beautiful warhorse with flowing mane and tail which proceeded to gallop around Arthur's head. For the time being, Merlin decided not to tell Arthur about Balinor, the fact the druids called him Emrys and about being a dragonlord. He figured that those pieces of information may just confuse the king; he had just been brought back to life after all and adjusting would be very difficult and take time so Merlin didn't want to overload him with information.

"Merlin" the king shouted, "You have had magic all this time and you never thought to tell me about it"

"I was scared ok, your father hated magic so I was worried you would tell him and he would execute me, then I was never able to tell you when you were king besides you also made your stance on magic pretty clear after that sorcerer who tried to heal your father failed and he died"

"What do you mean were, I still am king aren't I? I haven't been asleep for that long surely"

"Actually Arthur" Merlin said frowning, "You have been dead for over 1000 years, in fact you are now just a fireside legend told to children."

He then began to explain the many events had happened since Arthur's death.

Arthur remained silent until Merlin mentioned Gwen's death at which point he started crying.

"Gwen" He muttered softly "I'm so sorry I never came back, I should have come back"

The rest of the explanation past with very few interruptions. When Merlin had finished they both stared into the fire reliving their past battles.

"So" said Arthur "I've been dead for over 1000 years, everyone I knew is dead except for you and Morgana, and you are one of the most powerful warlocks that has ever lived"

"Yes, I know it sounds a bit strange"

" A bit strange, a bit strange? I think it's a bit more than strange, unbelievable is a better word. Also am I supposed to know how we defeat Morgana because at the moment I have no flippin clue."

"Well you're here which means you are going to help us bring down Morgana and you will be king again instead"

"Yes but how also what do you mean by us"

"When Morgana became Queen she started to persecute people without magic, I created a small group of rebels made up of magic and non-magic people but there are very few of us now, most were killed by Morgana but I'd say there are roughly 100 of us. They are hidden on a remote Island that people who don't know it's there can't see which is why some of us have survived "

"So it's me, you and 100 men against what?"

"Morgana and the armies of all 5 kingdoms together which is… a lot of men"

"Not great odds then." Arthur got up and kicked a large oak tree with a howl of pain and frustration. If only he had the Knights of Camelot with him. "Hang on Merlin, if I'm back then aren't the Knights"

"I'm afraid not or I don't know about them coming back the prophecies only mentioned your return but it is not impossible that the knights and maybe even Gwen might return the only problem is most of them are buried under Camelot in the crypt."

"I want to see them"

"Sire that's impossible, it's practically suicide. Camelot is Morgana's capital city, she lives there most of the time and it's crawling with her followers, it is also highly likely that she has magically sealed of the crypts in case you came back."

"I want to see them; I don't care how dangerous it is." Arthur said "how long to Camelot?"

"A couple of days but we only have 1 horse"

"Well then I'll ride and you can walk"

"Ok then sire" Merlin muttered he was too relieved that Arthur had returned to argue but he had gotten used to his newfound freedom over the last couple of hundred years and he wasn't sure how he was going to adjust to being a servant again, he hoped that has Arthur now knew about his magic then maybe he might be able to stop being a servant but for now it was back to obeying orders once more.