A/N:

I hope you guys are liking this story so far, and I also hope you guys like my OCs. Alex is a big part of this story, and sadly Arthur isn't :(. He will show up and be mentioned a few times throughout the story but he he will probably be mostly in the end. I will try to update a lot, maybe every other day if I can but school just started and there's a lot of work. Anyways, this story has 170 views already! Thanks so much, this is my first story written on here! Anyways, pls give me some feedback and enjoy :)


"Sire!" Leon yelled as he ran down the hall to a frustrated prince.

"What is it Sir Leon? Where is Merlin?" Arthur asked as he approached the breathless Knight.

"Merlin. is. gone." He said in between breaths.

"Gone!" Arthur shrieked. "What do you mean 'gone.'"

"They took him sire, there was a broken jar near his bed, they enchanted him then kidnapped him." Leon explained with remorse.

'Gone?' Arthur thought to himself. 'Merlin's gone? My Idiotic, happy, self sacrificing manservant is just... Gone? Kidnapped? Taken from me? No, these sorcerers won't get away with it, I will get him back.'

Leon watched as the Prince's face changed from despair to determination. That was never a good sign. Arthur briskly walked past the knight.

"Sire! May I ask where you are going?"

Without turning around, Arthur replied. "To report it to my father."

"Arthur!" Sir Leon yelled as he ran to catch up with his captain. "Is it really such a good idea? Your father could care less about a servant."

Arthur just glared at his friend. "You don't think I already know that?"

"If you don't mind me asking... why are you reporting this to him?"

"Well, I can't just send out Knights to search for Merlin, because as you clearly already know my father would never do such a thing for a servant. However, there is something that my father would send out a whole army for if he wanted to."

Leon's eye widened in recognition, while Arthur just grinned and nodded.

"Magic."

"Exactly, and then we will all get what we want in the end. My father will get a few more sorcerers and I will get back Merlin."

If only he knew it wasn't that easy


"Arthur."

"Hello father."

"I have heard about Intruders that have entered our citadel, have they stolen anything?"

"Yes." Arthur replied nervously.

Uther's fingers dug into the arm rests on each side of his throne chair, turning his skin a bright white.

"What did they take?"

"My manservant." Arthur responded.

Uther tried desperately to hide the smile that was forming on his lips. When he asked his son if they stole anything he didn't really expect him to say that.

"They took your manservant? Marvin?"

Arthur scowled, and his father raised his eyebrows.

"His name... Is Merlin." Arthur replied through gritted teeth.

"Watch your tone with me young man I am your King." He glared at his son.

"My apologizes your highness."

When his son apologized for getting upset over a clumsy, useless, servant, Uther nodded once in acknowledgment.

"Why would anyone want to kidnap that... Boy!" The King bellowed.

"Information maybe?"

Uther slumped back in an unkingly like manner. "That's right." He uttered in astonishment. "He's constantly with you and at our meetings so it's only logical that they would take him. A weak servant boy who would spill all our secrets with just a twist of his wrist."

Arthur clenched his fists as his father said things about Merlin that he disapproved of. Arthur had complete and utter trust in his friend. Merlin may be an idiot but he is nothing but loyal. He wouldn't speak even if it would be the death of him. The king stared off into space like it was the end of the world.

"Father, that's not even the worst of it."

Finally Uther's wide eyes settled on his son's again. "What could possibly be worse?"

Arthur gulped and took a deep breath before saying what needed to be said. Maybe it really would be the end of the world after all. "We believe the people that kidnapped him were sorcerers."

"What!" Uther's voice boomed as he bolted upright to the edge of his chair, causing his son to flinch.

"Arthur, send out as many search parties as possible, send all the Knights if you have to! We will find these animals and bring that boy back before he has a chance to say anything!"

He was panting by the time he finished.

Arthur bowed as the ends of his lips twitched upwards. "Your wish is my command sire."


After Alex and his men took Merlin, James put a more stable sleeping enchantment on him and then went to go get the nine other sorcerers whose names were on the list. They already had two from their own Kingdom and one from Camelot.

It took them all night to go back and forth between different kingdoms, but eventually they had all twelve sorcerers asleep together beneath their castle.

Alex put a hand on James's shoulder when he saw him stumble a little.

"I think maybe you should go rest, it's been a long night and you've been using powerful magic." The captain suggested.

James shook his head. "No, I'm fine. I need to be here for when you wake them up. They need a sorcerer they can trust."

Alex just nodded in understanding, but concern was still etched in all the man's features.

"Is everything ready?" A voice boomed as a man entered the room.

All the staff bowed to the short, light brown haired King as he swept past them, ignoring all but Alex.

"Yes father. We are ready."

The King smiled and clasp a proud hand on his son's shoulder. "You never cease to amaze me my boy."

Alex returned the smile before facing the others.

"Positions!" He ordered.

Guards sprung into action at the sound of their Prince's commanding voice. Each of the twelve guards stood behind a sorcerer. They picked up the person they were assigned to and put them into a position where they were on their knees. All sorcerers were held under the shoulders while their hands swung loosely tied up in front of them. Sacks were draped over each of their faces as their heads lolled down on their chests. Each sorcerer wore a thin metal bracelet around their right wrists, which were enchanted to stop their use of magic. Only James knows the spell to take them off.

"James, would you please." The King commanded.

"It would be my pleasure." James respectfully responded.

The sorcerer took a step forward and raised a hand towards the group of twelve.

"wæccan ærist." He whispered and everyone watched as his eyes turned a shade of gold.


One moment there was nothing and the next he's getting back his memories over the last 24 hours and it's quite overwhelming.

Chores, Arthur, Dinner, Glass shattering, voices, a weird smell...

He was kidnapped. That much he knew. He tried to calm his breathing and feel for his surroundings but he couldn't... There was something wrong. Something was keeping him from using his magic. The thing that made him who he was, was gone, what was left in its place was a vulnerable, weak boy. Merlin could feel someone's arms holding him up from under his armpits, they felt rough under his thin tunic... Chain mail maybe? When his eyes adjusted he could tell someone put a grain sack over his head. All he could see was orange from the candle lights that lit up the room he was in. The scratchy material of the bag rubbed against his nose causing him to sneeze. The jerking motion made him realize that his wrists were bound in front of him. When he concentrated on his hearing, he could hear the muffled sounds of other people groaning and moaning. Were there more like him?

He felt the sudden absence of one of the man's arms and then he felt pain on his scalp as the man ripped the bag off his head managing to pull on the sensitive slick black Raven hairs on his head.

He moaned as the pain deteriorated and squinted his eyes as they adjusted to the brighter light. He looked to his right to see nine people who were in the same position as him and then to his left to see two people.

The room he was in was fairly large enough to hold about 40 civilians, and completely empty except for the people. The walls were lined with dark gray stone with torches placed around the room.

He looked straight ahead and saw many people lined up against the wall. They were all staring at them, some with smirks, others with no expressions at all. Some looked like Lords and others looked like warriors they were so huge. The ones in chain main were obviously the Knights. Their capes were a forest green, a color he has never seen a kingdom wear before. The man standing in the middle of the room was so obviously the king if the Golden Crown that was on his head wasn't a dead give away. But it wasn't the King, or the muscular warriors that caught his attention no, it was a knight. A knight that looked so similar to Arthur yet he was so clearly different in every way. This guy had blonder hair, tanner skin, he was slimmer than Arthur but you could obviously tell he was just as strong. His posture told Merlin he was something more than just a knight, Captain? Or perhaps regal. His cape made his eyes greener than they actually were and the slight outline of bags under his eyes said he had been up all night.

It took Merlin only a moment to notice that the man was staring right back at him which caused the young warlock to quickly advert his eyes back to the King.

There was one question that really struck him more than the several other ones he had.

'Why are we here?'

It wasn't long before some of the questions he had were blurted out and asked by those near him.

"Hey!" One of them yelled.

"Let us go!" Another said.

"Where is my magic? You took my magic!"

"It's the bracelet they put on our wrists! They've enchanted it!"

Merlin looked down and there it was. A thin silver bracelet that was wrapped snugly around his wrist.

"You kidnapped me!"

"And me!"

"Let me go!"

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!"

"You are no king!"

"Enough!" Yelled the King who's voice was so loud there was no doubt it was enhanced by magic. The sorcerers flinched and obediently shut there mouths. While some cowered down, Merlin straightened up.

"Rise." The King Commanded.

Some sorcerers hesitated but once the men who were holding them from behind jerked them up they had no choice but to obey.

If it wasn't for the knight behind him, he would have collapsed to the ground from his skinny legs shaking so much.

Why? He didn't know, maybe it was because of the bracelet.

"Now that I have your attention," the King began, "I will apologize for bringing you here without your consent. I will also apologize for having to subdue something so fundamental to you guys."

If looks could kill, the King would be dead by now.

"However, there is an important reason for you all being here."

A few sorcerers scoffed, and received a knee in the lower back for their rude behavior towards the king.

"As some of you are probably wondering where we are, we are near the edge of Albion, far away from all your kingdoms so I wouldn't even bother trying to escape if I were you. No one has ever managed to leave this kingdom and survive."

"Then how did we get here?" A brave sorcerer blurted out, receiving another knee in the back.

"Teleportation." The king answered simply. "You guys are powerful, but I do not believe any of you are as powerful as the sorcerers I have."

This time, Merlin made the unfortunate mistake of scoffing.

He groaned as he felt a harsh pain vibrate throughout his spine.

"Do you beg to differ young man?" The king asked as he walked over and stood in front of Merlin.

"I do." The warlock confidently stated as he stood up fully, recovering from his back pain.

"And what is your name boy?" The king sneered.

"Merlin."

"Ah, Merlin... The boy from Camelot I presume?" He asked.

"The one and only." Merlin replied cheekily.

"I've heard about that place... and I have heard about that tyrant King Uther Pendragon, and his son, what's his name again? Oh that's right, Prince Arthur."

Merlin growled and jerked forward like a rabid animal, only to end up being restrained by the man behind him.

"Protective of the prince are we?" The King taunted.

"Lay a finger on him and I will bring this kingdom to its knees." Merlin replied as gold flickered in his eyes.

It couldn't not catch the whole rooms attention because no one has ever been able to use the tiniest bit of magic with the bracelet on.

"Doubt it." The king laughed, "But maybe you are more powerful than I thought."

"Oh you have no idea who I am." He replied.

"Just who are you Merlin?" The older man prompted.

"Let's just say this is one of my many names."

They stared at each other for the longest time before there was a cough, coming from the knight that looked just like Arthur.

The King cleared his throat and walked back over to where he was standing before.

"This is the Kingdom of Arudus, and every five years here in Arudus, we host the sorcerer games." The king paused for a dramatic effect. "That is what you twelve are here for. You will compete against each other in an arena in eight months time. You will be allowed to use your magic sometimes and other times you will have to defend yourself with weapons."

'Eight months.' Merlin thought sadly. 'Eight months till I will be able to see my friends again.'

"Do not worry yet. From here on out, you will wake up at dawn and train till sunset. By the time the games begin, you will be stronger, faster, and smarter. The only downside is, there can only be one winner. One living victor."

Everyone froze. 'One Victor... Only one of us will come out of this alive.'

"From the very moment you step foot into the arena, it will be a fight to the death match. You will receive more information about this later on but for right now, let's just get you guys settled in shall we?"

No one dared to speak.

"Alex!" The King called.

'So that's his name.' Merlin thought as the Arthur lookalike stepped forward.

"Show these young men to their rooms."