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…heheh…..heh….yeah uh, REALLY sorry about the late update guys, completely NOT my fault. So I had this chapter going perfectly fine and I was like LLALALL until my dang computer died and when I revived it, ALL my work was gone. And then to make matters worse the internet was shut off right after. Yeah, that indeed, is a series of unfortunate events.

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"Echdynnu Amulet…Magic manipulation"

A pendant glinted in the morning sunlight

Evil magic radiated off the amulet and Merlin knew he had to stop him…Brutus.

He lunged and grabbed it, a bright light, then came the pain… it was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. It was too much! He couldn't escape it!

Then finally, everything went black.

Merlin jolted out of his reverie to the sound of a loud clang.

The warlock immediately straightened up and quickly banished the drowsiness that had been clouding his mind. He had hardly slept at all, the fact that he couldn't reach his magic sent panic waves throughout his body and he couldn't seem to not think of it. He'd only been able to doze off, but that hardly mattered.

What mattered was that he was finally beginning to remember.

It was all making sense now, even though he had only a couple pieces of them put together he was finally beginning to make sense of what had happened.

And with that came the hope that his magic would finally begin to stir.

And it had been. It wasn't fully under his control yet, but he could feel it slowly begin to course through his veins again.

The black haired man eyed the front of his cell as a figure unlocked the door then bowed as he opened it for his master.

The young warlock immediately got to his feet and put on a fierce expression, the adrenaline he had gotten from realizing that his memories and magic were finally responding to him gave him the strength to look his enemy straight in the eye.

It wasn't as easy as it sounded however.

The man that stood in front of him was a vicious looking character.

The tall figure was completely clad in black. From his leather boots to the cloak that draped around his broad shoulders. The sword hung around his waist glinted off the little sunlight that streamed through the cell, symbols that the warlock swore he recognized trailed down the blade. He was an aged man with lots of experience judging by the silver strands that appeared throughout his black beard and hair. An ugly looking scar slashed down the top part of his right cheek and ended at bottom of his upturned lips. His eyes seemed to be black, but that could have been because of the little light in the cell.

The very air around him seemed to ripple with authority and almost seemed to draw out the fear that one usually locked away.

Merlin kept his gaze strong however, and refused to look away for even one second.

This only seemed to amuse the man as his smile broadened.

"Emrys!" The dark haired man finally spoke up loudly almost causing the warlock to jump.

To his relief he didn't. However, the mention of his druid name sent a prickle of alarm and fear running down his spine. Obviously this man knew too much about him already…

"Welcome to my home." The stranger in front of Merlin opened up his arms and gave a short bow, mocking the situation the young warlock was in right now.

Merlin glared at him as he straightened up but that only seemed to amuse him as his eyes lit up once again.

His captor, (as he could only assume) let his smile stretch across his face as he continued with his greeting message.

"I assume you are comfortable? We only offer the best for our guests, especially one as unique as you." Once again the man placed a smirk on his face while he mocked the sorcerer in front of him.

Merlin hardly contained his magic from reacting to his anger; no matter how little of it he was in control of.

Squashing down his intense irritation, he decided it be best if he not continue to feed his amusement with his silence.

"Where am I." He stated firmly "Why am I here, and who are you." Merlin demanded a bit surprised at how venomous and confident his voice sounded.

The man in front of him raised his eyebrows at the sudden outburst and let his hand fall on his sword in almost a threatening gesture before answering.

"My name is Lord Cardon, and you will address me only as such." Cardon spoke loudly, immediately losing his mocking appearance.

Cardon took a step forward into the sunlight which lit up the scar on his face too well.

Cold black eyes stared hard into Merlin's bright ones as he continued to speak.

"You have been brought here to my own abode for a single purpose: To train."

Merlin let his eyebrows rise as he waited for further explanation. This wasn't sounding good. Then again what can you expect when you wake up shackled to a cell wall…

"You should be honored boy! You'll be trained by the most powerful sorcerer alive today: Myself. You don't even realize who I am...but soon enough you shall see we have much in common. Powerful magic is...a very large factor to that."

Cardon waited a few moments as if he was waiting for Merlin to react to his statement.

When he didn't; he continued to speak.

"You will remain here until your training is complete, then I will release you and you will be free to do whatever you wish." The last part of his statement caused a rather evil glint to light up in his eye and Merlin began to feel a small amount of dread begin to crawl up within him.

Shaking it off, the young warlock decided he'd had enough of this evasive game

"You've taken me prisoner to train with you? What business does a man have with me that he has to capture me first then demand my cooperation to obey your commands?" The young warlock shifted his stance and felt the weight of the shackles around his feet hold him down.

He glanced down at his bound feet the glared again at Cardon.

"What do you want that I have? I'm Prince Arthur's manservant; I don't think that I have any of the skills that you're looking for…" He said at last and glared one more time at his bound hands.

He knew sword skills or knowledge of Camelot were not what Cardon was looking for however…the fact that he had used his druid name meant that he wanted one thing…He had only said that to get Cardon to say what he wanted. It seemed he liked to draw out the conversation.

Cardon's face immediately lit up at his prisoners oblivious seeming words.

"Emrys, you have something that I, and the world so desperately needs at this moment: Magic."

Apparently Merlin's tactic worked.

"No, you don't just have magic; you possess so much power that you could bring Albion to its knees. And you hardly realize it." Cardon shook his head sadly then shifted his gaze back to the bound man.

Merlin's anger spiked at those words. He thought he didn't know his own magic? Who did this man think he was that he knew more about himself than he did?

Seeing the anger on his face the dark man smirked and continued.

"You have such a greater destiny before that I can help lead you to! You must trust me Emrys, I know what's best for you…I can help lead you to greatness."

"You know nothing of my destiny." Merlin snarled.

"Oh, but I do. Isn't it the great dragon who said it was your destiny to see the young Pendragon to the throne? That eventually he would unite the land of Albion and bring magic back to the land? Is that correct?"

The young warlock couldn't stop the shock of those words from rippling through his body.

It was apparent that it showed in his expression when Cardon let a broad smile stretch across his face.

"Yes, Emrys, I know much more about than you think I do. I also know that the destiny you are striving for is not yours. The raw power that you contain within yourself should not be wasted on the foolish words that the dragon said to you! You have so much power…" Cardon's eyes seemed to shift out of focus when he said the last words.

Merlin was beginning to panic. How did this stranger know about his destiny? Yes, there were prophecies, but none of them mentioned the great dragon speaking to him…

He had to get out of here. His damn magic wasn't strong enough yet! He could hardly break the simple bonds he was clad in. He knew exactly where this was going, and he refused to let a power hungry sorcerer try to take control of him again. Cornelius Siegen had been enough.

Cardon snapped back to reality then continued his speech.

"Emrys, your destiny is indeed to unite the land of Albion, but not under the young Pendragon's rule…"

Cardon eyed Merlin waiting to see his reaction.

Merlin, at this time, was fighting down the anger and panic rising up beneath him and he was having a hard time focusing.

No this wasn't happening again.

"By who then." Merlin finally said after a few moments. He was relieved that his voice came out sounding strong rather than shaky.

"Ours."

Even though the young warlock could have mouthed the words Cardon said, he still couldn't help the intense amount of anger that spiked in him once again. Why did EVERYONE think he wanted that power!

"Your destiny is not to see Arthur Pendragon to the throne, but to yourself to it."

"Camelot is not mine to take!" Merlin shouted fiercely and tried to take a step forward but once again the shackles restricted his movement.

Cardon laughed at his attempt and statement and continued on with a twisted smile set on his face.

"Yes it is! And you will take it; you will kill Arthur Pendragon and take the throne for yourself."

That was it.

Merlin nearly doubled from the amount of magic that suddenly burst forth from within himself.

"NO!" He shouted and released the magic that was raging through his body as it responded to his boiling anger.

Cardon's expression morphed into one of panic just before the intense wave of magic hit him full force and sent him flying backwards into the cell bars. His head connected forcefully with the metal bars and didn't stir.

Merlin didn't waste one second.

"áberstan!" He whispered frantically to the shackles around his hands and feet. Immediately they unlocked and the warlock bolted full speed towards the cell door which he quickly blasted out, sending the cell guard to the ground, crushed underneath the cell door's weight.

The servant quickly dashed out of the cell and was just about to bolt in the direction of the stairs when suddenly he felt a familiar pain rip through his body.

Merlin screamed in torment and doubled over; he clutched his torso before his knees crashed to the ground.

One hand on the floor supporting him and one hand clutching his stomach, the warlock hardly contained the tears of pain from spilling over.

A pair of leather boots entered his vision and suddenly the torture hat was tearing through his body intensified earning another shout of pain from the warlock as his hand gave out and he crashed to the ground unable to do anything except wait. Moving only seemed to create more pain.

A face suddenly came into view as the owner of the black boots squatted down next to him.

Cardon.

The old sorcerer had a trickle of blood trailing down his face and his expression was anything but pleased.

The pain coursed through his body harder when suddenly a very familiar pendant came into view. The amulet shone brightly with a sickly green light as its power reacted fervently to the intense amount of magic it was controlling.

"I'm not as unprepared as you'd think Emrys…" The sorcerer sneered.

"álynian."

The second Cardon spoke those words the light on the amulet died along with the fierce pain that had been coursing through Merlin's body.

He couldn't even think of moving, his body was still convulsing with the pain that it had dealt with, and keeping himself conscious was proving itself to be a challenge.

Cheek pressed against the cool ground and he stared up at the sorcerer before him. His hands clenched and unclenched as the convulsions racked his body.

Cardon shook his head and put the amulet in his pocket. A drop of blood dripped onto the floor as he tucked it away.

"Brutus was right about you. You're a fighter…You'll do well for me." The dark haired man nodded to himself.

The only thing Merlin could do was focus on breathing and squeeze his eyes shut from the bit of pain that movement provided.

Suddenly he felt a cold hand press itself against his forehead. He knew exactly what was going to happen next, but there was little to nothing he could do to stop it.

"swefecung."

A blanket of darkness covered his mind as the sleep spell started to take over his body.

…Emrys…I'm coming…

And he knew no more.

Sooooo what did you guys think? Kinda whummppp? Don't worry there's more where that came from! Haha and we'll be checking up on Arthur and his gang really soon...and we'll find out what they found! Anyone have any guesses? Go ahead and guess! So I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Next one should be up either earlier or usual time. I kinda wanna get the next one up soon, so maybe it'll be an earlier update :P haha!

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