A/N: Hey there! Sorry it took so long… again! Here is the second chapter and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I love writing it!

MERLIN

The young warlock practically ran back to his chambers. Gaius clearly didn't know how to react to the usually calm boy's sudden bad mood. Merlin ignored all of the physician's words and went directly into his room. No, an evil sorcerer wasn't making him fume like he was. The source behind of his anger was a very long story.

Gaius came into Merlin's room with soup. He placed the wooden bowl on his bed and walked out. The servant wasn't in the mood for company and was glad that he could simply eat in silence. Unfortunately, the much needed quietness gave him a lot of time to think. He wished there was some sort of magical spell to rid him of his unwanted thoughts.

Just because he had nothing better to do, he grabbed his spell book and started flipping through its old pages. Merlin sat the book on his lap, then picked it up and hit himself on the head. Don't worry; it was intentional. Of course, that could make one worry.

"Merlin…?" a deep, wise voice said.

"I'm not coming." Merlin said simply.

"Merlin, come now!" the dragon demanded.

"I said no." This wasn't the right time for the young warlock. He groaned and threw his book on the floor and gently laid his aching head on the soft, fluffy pillow.

"Merlin?" a voice said.

"I said no, now go away!"

"Is that anyway to talk to your future king?"

Merlin shot up in bed. "Arthur?" he asked aloud. There was a knock at his door and Merlin said a quiet "Come in."

Arthur stepped in with a concerned look. "I still can't believe that works." He said whilst tapping his forehead. Merlin couldn't help but chuckle at his friend. "You left pretty quickly and I just… I wanted to say… sorry. I didn't mean to offend you if I did."

"I know. I'm sorry, too. Just old memories brought back, it's nothing." Merlin said waving it off lightly. Arthur bowed his head, his blond hair falling in front of his sapphire eyes.

"Merlin, I've known you long enough to know that when you act like that, it's not nothing." He said with an all-knowing tone. Arthur bent down to pick up the discarded magic book and gave Merlin a strange look. "You threw your sorcery book on the ground? Now I know something's wrong with you, Merlin."

"Really Arthur, it's just a personal thing." Merlin said throwing his pillow at the prince who allowed himself to get banged in the head- just this once.

"Alright, you don't have to tell me." Arthur said after he placed the book on Merlin's bed and reached for the door handle. "I mean, it's not like I'm your friend or anything." The prince shrugged as the door slowly creaked open.

"Arthur," Merlin said with a slight smile. "Fine, I'll tell you." He gestured for the prince to sit on a chair next to the bed. Arthur took the seat and Merlin began his story.

"When I was little it didn't take my mother long to realize that I was… different. When I was old enough to understand, she told me to never tell my father about my gift." Merlin saw Arthur's look of confusion. "My father hated magic almost as much as Uther does, so basically I wasn't his ideal son." He explained. "I didn't really get why I couldn't tell my own father, but I didn't go against my mother's orders. One day I slipped up, though. I went outside to get an apple, but it was too high up. Instead of asking my father to get it, I used magic to retrieve the fruit when his back was turned. Unfortunately, he had turned around in time to see…" Merlin trailed off for a moment, reliving the memory before he continued. "Anyway, that night I heard my mother and father fighting and that's when he decided to abandon us. I was five then."

When he was finished, he watched as his friend took in every word he had just spoken. Nothing came from his lips, but his eyes told all. It was clear he felt sorry for the warlock, but also the same malice Merlin had towards his long lost father.

"So your own father turned his back on you, just because you had magic?" Arthur asked astonished. Merlin merely nodded in response.

"It gets worse." He said. "I got a call from the dragon earlier."

"Again?" the prince asked. "Wait, what does that have to do with your father?"

"Nothing, I just thought I should put that out there." The servant shrugged and the boys chuckled quietly for a second.

"Merlin?" the voice came.

"Yes?" he asked.

"I didn't say anything." Arthur said.

"Merlin, can you hear me?" the voice said. It sounded feminine.

"I know it wasn't you. You're not a girl." Merlin said looking at the door.

"Good observation, Merlin." Arthur said sarcastically.

"It must have been Morgana." He said more to himself then to Arthur. "Morgana, what's wrong?" Merlin asked mentally.

"I had a nightmare and I have a feeling that there is something you're not telling me about them." Morgana concluded. Merlin chewed on his lower lip, looking at Arthur.

"I'm coming to your chambers." He thought and got up immediately. The prince stared at the warlock as he made his way to the door.

"Merlin, what are you doing?" Arthur asked following him.

"I have to go see someone." The young warlock smiled a little before walking out.

ARTHUR

The prince was left alone in his servant's room, wondering why on earth he would have to go see Morgana. Arthur stood up from his chair and picked up Merlin's mystical spell book from the bed. Opening it, he saw that most of the writing was in a different language. Before long, he got a headache and placed it gently back in its hiding spot.

Arthur's thoughts turned back to the story Merlin had told him not ten minutes ago. How could his father be so cruel? He then thought of how his father would react if Arthur told him that the son of the very person who hated magic above all things, had magic.

The outcome wouldn't be pretty.

Or even Morgana for that matter. Just because she was only a ward, Uther still loved her.

The door opened slightly. Gaius was peaking in the room, looking at the lonely prince. "Sire, I would thought that you would have left by now."

"I was just about to. Sorry, Gaius." He got up and strolled out of the room.

MERLIN

The warlock walked quickly to the Ward's chambers. He had no idea if he should tell her about her gifts or not. Magic has so much drama involved. Merlin groaned as he knocked on the door, not even close to ready to face Morgana. He'd rather face Uther, though he didn't know why.

"Come in."

Merlin slowly opened the screeching door and stepped in. Morgana was dressed in a beautiful, long green dress with Gwen at her side. The maid was dressed in her usual yellow attire.

"Well?" Morgana asked cocking her head.

"I… um… your dreams…" Merlin had no idea how to continue.

"I'm a Seer, aren't I?" she asked suddenly.

This took the warlock by surprise. "Well, uh, what did you dream about?" he asked scratching his head.

"Don't bother changing the subject, Merlin." She said will a roll of her green eyes. The Lady Morgana stood there without saying a word until Merlin finally decided to give in.

"Um, yeah." He whispered. Morgana broke into a small laugh along with Gwen. Although, it looked like Gwen was simply laughing at her Lady's reaction more than anything.

"Thank you for not lying to me, Merlin." She said with a smile. He bowed his head and nodded.

"Now, what was your dream?" he asked, curiosity in his voice. Morgana's blissful grin quickly changed to a serious and hard expression.

"Close the door. This can't leave the room."

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