Chapter 6 has arrived and so has the confirmation that I have got into the school that I really wanted to get into. It's the 2nd best in the country, 2nd best! OMG I am over the moon. Anyway that sudden joy led me to write this for you all, enjoy the moment. Sorry it has taken so long for the chapter I had to go to hospital as I have enflamed cartilage around my ribs and spine, and I also have so much coursework to do it isn't even funny.

Chapter 6- A flashback to the moment

"We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories."

Morgana had left the castle with a sense of urgency late that night. Gwen had long ago retired to her bedchambers after being reassured by Morgana that she was in her words 'fine and she needn't worry about such stupid things, they were nightmares nothing more just a faze.' Morgana lied of course, she knew that were not just nightmares but visions of the future, of what will happen if things stick to their designed plan, ever since she had heard the words 'of a kind yes' spoken to her her world had changed. She no longer felt confused or frustrated that she didn't know what was wrong with her but she was contempt in the knowledge she had discovered. However she still lived in fear. Fear of being caught by Uther and sent to death by being hung or even worse burnt on the stake.

"Maybe one day people will come to see magic as a force for good." She whispered to herself as she stood facing the cool waters of Avalon. Her mind reeled back to just a few hours ago but seemed like a life time away. Merlin had been there for her when no one else would even listen to her. He had helped her attempt to run away from the hoard of Camelot's guards led by Arthur using himself as a distraction. She watched as the ice cold, sharp breeze attacked the soft waves and made ripples in the water's surface. Morgana loved the night. She loved how the moon illuminated the hidden secrets and wonders that the sun wanted to keep away from sight.

"Beautiful." His voice was soft and light. She hadn't realised she had been followed but she could have guessed that would have been, seriously riding a white horse in the cover of darkness is like a mouse succumbing to cheese.

"What's that?" She was in agreement the night was something of beauty. It made everything calm and placid.

"You." She whirled around to face him. What was he doing? She was lady no she wasn't just a lady she was the first lady of Camelot and he well he was just Arthur's man servant, but he wasn't not to her, he was so much more than that.

"You shouldn't say things like that Merlin." Her eyes were fixed on his. Jade in a sea of sapphire.

"Why not, if these things are true why can I not say them?"

"Because Merlin these things are improper." He grasped her hand in his and she, too much in shock looked down at their joined limbs and back up to his face. The moon highlighted his intense cheekbones and his dark raven hair, he looked exquisite.

"I don't care about improper I care about you." His other arm stroked the sides of her body, slowly traveling until it rested on her left cheek. She knew this wasn't right. If they were caught it would mean certain death for him and serve punishment for her. But nothing had happened yet, right? "Merlin I" she was cut off by his lips connecting with hers, so soft and loving. She moved her hands to the back of his head grasping at the raven locks, his hands were no at her waist. He pulled away first, but not because he wanted to, no, he wanted to keep kissing her but there was something he desperately needed to say.

"Morgana, I need to tell you something." His voice was like a whisper, she looked up at him through her eyelashes, seductively. "It's something that I have wanted to tell you from the first year I arrived in Camelot and you thought I was in love with Gwen but I wasn't you see, and when we hid the druid boy in your chambers, and when we went to Ealdor and you came and-"

"Merlin whatever it is you can tell me." He was rambling and although she liked it when he rambled as she enjoyed it when he was slightly uncomfortable this was annoying her.

"I have magic."

Silence. That was all he was rewarded with. He had just blurted out his biggest secret and all he got from her was silence. She looked at him in disbelief, like she couldn't picture this servant with magic. She moved away from him quickly, but not from fear, she was trying to comprehend what she had just heard. Not only seven hours ago had she learned that she had magic but now this man, a man she has known for two years now had just told her that he had magic as well. How has he managed to keep it hidden? Does he have visions too? Is he plagued by terrible events through his mind eye? Can he start fires? All these questions and more can to her mind but all she could mutter was one simple word.

"How?"

Merlin was confused, did she mean how did he have magic? How he had hidden it from them all? How come he didn't tell her? So he decided to answer them all.

"I was born with it just like you, but I was able to control my powers from a young age. I haven't used it freely as I am scared what Arthur and more importantly Uther will do to me, and I didn't tell you because I thought you were just like them. A shallow egotistic noble woman, who knew she was beautiful and used it for her own advantages. That you shared the same views as those around you and you hated magic just as much as them."

"Wells it's good to know you have so much faith in me Merlin." She spat a little angry at the fact that he had just called her shallow and egotistic."

He shook his head before carrying on. "But then I got to know you, to understand you. You weren't just another blurred face in the crowd, someone who followed suit and questioned nothing. You stood up for what you thought was right. You challenged Uther, in fact you still challenge Uther every single day. You never think twice about your actions you just do it, and what's that saying you always use?"

He rubbed his temple trying to remember her exact words. "Sometimes you have to do what is right and damn the consequences." She said quietly, in complete awe and shock of what he was saying about her.

"Sometimes you have to do what is right and damn the consequences." He whispered as he moved closer to her and captured her lips for a second time.

The kiss grew deeper as did their feelings for each other that night, and as they lay together whispering words of love in the other's ear as they made love, the ancient gods granted them a gift that would set their futures.

They granted them a child.