Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin! I really wish you would stop making me say that… it hurts my little heart every time… :.(

HEY! HEY! HEY! This chapter is short and sweet, but I think it's good I really hope ya'll really like it. I'll try and update ASAP! Note: I've hit a little writer's block but I'll try my best to blow past it but… here is chapter 6 in the meantime.

A Bowl, and A Cave…

"Gwaine! THIS ISN'T CAMELOT!" Gwen yelled when the two reached the top of a large hill overlooking a small village.

Gwaine laughed "Of course it isn't! But you and I can't exactly just walk on to the grounds of Camelot… WE need help." Gwaine took off down the hill with a large smile on his face.

With a roll of her eyes Gwen followed; catching up to him in a matter of seconds. Gwaine's smile quickly left his face as he realized Gwen was racing him. Instantly he turned on the speed and ran as fast as he could to catch up to her, but Gwen was fast.

She laughed victorious as she reached the bottom before the brown haired man. "HA!" She yelled flinging her arms in the arm. But suddenly a wave of nausea over took her. Covering her mouth she ran behind a building and brought up everything she had eaten that morning.

"Are you alright?" Gwaine asked as he rubbed small circles on her back.

Gwen's mind began to race. Doing the math in her head she realized she was late.

At first Gwaine was confused, but then it hit him hard in the face. "Gwen? Are you…? Are you with child?"

But poor Gwen couldn't answer for another wave hit her and she bent down to toss the rest of her breakfast up. "Well I guess that answers my question. Come on…let's get you inside."

Gwen whipped the remaining food from her face and lend on her friend for she felt light headed. Gwaine led her into the tavern and helped her sit at one of the tables. Quickly Gwaine sat across from her and tried to find the comforting words she needed to hear. "Everything's going to be ok Gwen… I promise."

Little tears started coming down her delicate face thinking about what she was going to do. On one hand she needed to go to Camelot to find her son, but on the other she couldn't put this new child in harms ways.

"Hey?" Gwaine asked taking her hand and raising her chin. "I'm going to go find the person we're here for… Maybe he can cheer you up." Gwen nodded her head and Gwaine ran to go find the person he was looking for.

Not even minutes later Gwen heard the door open, and two familiar laughs entered through them.

"Esmeralda, look what I found in the smithy." Gwaine said through his laughter.

At the mention of the black smith's and that familiar laugh Gwen's face lite up. Quickly she turned around to see her brother standing with a heavy smile on his face "Hello sister!" He said with his arms out wide.

That's when Gwen lost it. Her eyes swelled up as she flung herself on to her brother in a tight hug.

"Whoa, Gwen, what's wrong?" He asked with concern.

"It's Elyan. He's in trouble." That was all she needed to say before her brother was running to his home and packing a bag.

In Camelot…

"No Ely. Like this!" Merlin said in frustration as he pointed his hand at the empty red bowl. He whispered a spell under his breath and his eyes flashed a beautiful gold. Instantly the bowl elevated off the table and flowed in midair. Where ever Merlin moved his hand the bowl would follow.

"I can't do it Uncle!" Elyan whined, while banging his head on the book case behind him. "I'm not a wizard!"

"Yes you are! Now do what I taught you!" It had been a long day for the both of them. Merlin had spent all day lying to Arthur about forgetting his part of the plan, and having to clean out the stables because of it. Whereas Elyan had been running around the whole castle doing chores for the Kings.

Elyan pushed himself off of the book case and stood next to Merlin. He held his hand out in front of him and stared deeply at the bowl. He closed his eyes to focus his energy and opened them quickly while whispering the same words as Merlin, but his eyes didn't flash and the bowl stayed still.

"See!" He yelled looking at his Uncle. "I can't do it!"

"Of course you can't Elyan. You don't believe in yourself enough to do it!" Merlin yelled before walking away with his back turned to Elyan, as he gazed out the window. 'What am I going to do? He's too much like Arthur.' He thought before suddenly it came to…

"You know" Merlin began "I bet you don't have the strength to do it." It was hard for him to keep his mouth from rising into a smile, but he managed as he turned around to see Elyan with a heavy frown on his face. His eyes were pouring into Merlin.

"You don't think I'm strong enough?" The young man said through gritted teeth.

"No… I KNOW you're not strong enough. I mean not everybody can be as strong as me I guess. It's ok… We'll just have to figure something else out. " The older wizard walked to his bed room door before stopping when he heard Elyan talking to himself.

"I'm stronger then Uncle. Come Elyan. Come on!" He said as he cheered himself on. The young man closed his eyes as Merlin watched from the door. Elyan flexed all his muscles and focused only on the bowl. Opening his eyes it was all he could see. Elyan could feel the hardened clay, and see every little cracks that had been formed over the years. Suddenly he saw the small air bubbles inside the bowl and examined the red die that hadn't mixed with the clay.

Elyan chanted the spell under his breath, focusing only on the bowl. Without a second to prepare he felt his energy lift, just like when he held his father's sword, as if the magic from within him was bubbling to the surface.

Merlin watched on with amazement when a faint glow surrounded the boy, and he saw his eyes flash a familiar gold.

"YOU'RE DOING IT ELYAN!" Merlin cheered on with delight.

Elyan watched as the bowl lifted into the air, causing him to smile. "UNCLE MERLIN! I DID IT!" He yelled. But when he did, he pumped his fist in the air forgetting it was the hand controlling object, causing the bowl to shatter on the ceiling.

"Sorry" He said half giggling while the blood rushed to his face.

"WHO CARES! YOU DID IT!" Merlin yelled as he ran to sweep the 14 year old into the air.

By the end of the night Elyan was lifting everything around him, the table, books, flasks, food, a bed, and even Merlin who just laughed before realizing how high Elyan had him in the air. Elyan now believed that he was a wizard.

In a distant cave looking over the Castel of Camelot…

"It is almost time…" A female voice rang out as she looked down from the opening of the dark moist cave.

"Yes Morgana it is." A male voice replied.

"Are you ready?" Morgana asked turning her head to look at the man. When she did her face came out of the shadows into the moon light. Her pale skin was as dry as paper, and her black hair was fallen in front of her left eye. The only color she wore was her blood red lip stick that covered her full lips.

The young man turned to look back at her, and his blue eyes were hard to look at. They shone as bright as the moon light on a still ocean, while his facial features were soft on his face.

But Morgana grew impatient at his lack of a reply. "Well, Mordred? Are you ready?"

With a creepy smile he nodded "All we need now is the boy."

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