Sooooo camping was great and now I´m back with a new chapter! =)

I have no idea where Camelot was and I don´t think anyone really does but Winchester is linked to the Arthurian Legend so let´s just pretend it was there for this story, ok? ;D
Enjoy!

Oh and why are Gwen and Lance the only ones being excited about this trip? Well probably because they were the only ones who were really happy with each other having this affair. XD


When Merlin opened his eyes, he blinked a few times, trying to avoid the sunlight that was finding its way into his room.

When he was trying to get up, he realized that he had slept in his daily clothes.

Did this all really happen yesterday?

His head was aching from the dreams that had haunted him last night. Quick changing, blurry pictures of Arthur, this castle he kept seeing, him and other people he didn´t know. Or at least Merlin thought he didn´t, and still they seemed familiar in a strange way.

I can´t believe I almost… He shook his head. Either I´m really getting insane or it was the shock…or I am…

After a few minutes of not moving and listening to his own breath, Merlin decided that it was the shock. It couldn´t be anything else than the shock.

Could it?


Arthur hadn´t slept for longer than 3 hours.

He had tossed and turned himself from one side to another the entire night.

After he had admitted to himself that it hadn´t been a dream, his head had been full of questions.

Why did that almost happen? Who was this Merlin boy? Why did he care so much? And why the hell couldn´t he stop thinking about this…

"God Arthur, STOP that!" he rebuked himself not wanting to think about anything that concerned last night anymore. This was stupid, stupid and insane.

"It was the shock." He decided after a while. "Right, it was the shock."

And with that the young blond got up to get dressed for school.


When Merlin arrived at school as usual, Gwen was already there. She was standing in front of the blue bus that would take them on their fieldtrip today.

Gwen was waving her hand high up in the air and Merlin smiled at her, making his way through the crowd to get to his friend.

"Hey Merlin! How are you?" she asked and gave him a big smile.

Confused. He wanted to say but decided not to, because he couldn´t possibly tell her that he almost…kissed Arthur.

Only the thought of that made his heart beat a lot faster and shook his head, trying to get rid of the intense blue eyes that were appearing in front of his eyes.

"Merlin?" he heard his name and the blue eyes were replaced by dark ones, staring up at him with a troubled expression.

"I´m fine thanks, Gwen." he didn´t want to talk about this now. In fact he wasn´t sure if he would ever want to talk about this.

"Where´s is Lance anyway?" Merlin tried to switch subjects, which apparently seemed to work.

"He just sent me a text message. His Dad took his car and now he need to take the bus so he´ll be a bit late!"

Mentioning the car, Merlin thought about Gaius and that he still hadn´t explained what had happened to the dustbins and he wasn´t sure if his uncle had already discovered the dents. Although this was the last thing he was worried about now.

Merlin´s eyes were wandering around his classmates, who were waiting for the fieldtrip to begin.

They would visit the old Great Hall with their history class, because they were about to start a new topic concerning the Arthurian Legend.

Merlin had heard of it but never really read anything about King Arthur, he hadn´t even seen the movie even though Keira Knightley had looked fantastic on the preview poster.

Why does this guy have to be called Arthur? The young boy thought.

Every other name would have been fine, but no he needed to be called Arthur.

"Great…now I´m blaming history…" Merlin murmured to himself, his eyes still wandering around.

And then he met Arthur´s, the blue eyes that caught his glance and looked back shyly for just the blink of an eye. Merlin could only gasp once before the blonde turned away.


God.

Arthur´s stomach made a flip and his heart was beating faster, even after he had looked away.

What the hell is wrong with me? He thought, shaking his head. "He is just a guy, Arthur. Just a normal guy!" he murmured.

A guy that saved your life and the guy you almost kissed. The voice was in his head and no matter how hard Arthur tried, he couldn´t get rid of it.

The guy you almost kissed! It kept echoing in his head.

"Oh just shut it!"


Lance just arrived in time and sat down beside his girlfriend.

"Aren´t you excited about this trip?" she asked and looked over her seat to Merlin, who was sitting in a row behind them.

"Yeah, kind of." He wasn´t, really. And it wasn´t only Arthur, there was also a strange feeling inside his stomach, making him feel worried.

Gwen and Lance on their side were pretty excited.

"I already have some brochures if you wanna read one!" she held them over to Merlin who shook his head.

"No thanks. I´ll let them surprise me."

Instead of taking the brochure, he glanced over to Morgan, who was sitting on the other side of the aisle. She was staring out of the window, watching the houses and trees passing by.

She seems so lost…

And Merlin couldn´t help but to think that she was feeling the same way he did about this trip.


"Situated at the top of the High Street just to the left of The Westgate, The Great Hall and Sally Port are the only surviving parts of Winchester Castle and are owned and maintained by Hampshire County Council."

Merlin wasn´t really listening to the tour guide, his eyes were glued to the walls of the Great Hall instead. Its force of gravitation was so strong and that was confusing the young boy.

It´s just an old ruin! He told himself. Nothing special!

He wasn´t even interested in history, but why did this seem so important to him then?

The worried feeling in Merlin´s stomach was still there but it was mixing up with something else. Something he couldn´t quite define.

"We´ll be taking a walk around the Great Hall now and after that I´ll be showing you guys the inside which is famous mostly for King Arthur´s round table!"

Merlin´s stomach did a flip on that.

King Arthur´s round table?

"People even assume that the Great Hall was built exactly where once Camelot, King Arthur´s famous castle, stood."

The flash of the castle appeared in front of Merlin´s eyes again.

Camelot. It echoed in his head. Home of the famous King Arthur.

His head was spinning from all the images and echoes, which were confusing him even more.

Something was drawing him inside this building, a strong force which he couldn´t resist.

Merlin didn´t know what it was, but he needed to follow. His feet were moving by themselves and even if he would have wanted, Merlin couldn´t stop.

While his group continued their way around the Great Hall then, Merlin entered the building.


There was a small corridor who was supposed to lead to the biggest room, the Great Hall itself.

Merlin´s feet were getting faster and faster, carrying him through the twisted corridor.

It seemed like something inside him knew exactly where to go.

What´s wrong with me? He thought, now a lot more worried than before. The twisted feeling in his stomach was getting stronger and stronger, stretching out into his whole body.

Why am I so fascinated by this ruin? It´s only a…

Just when he was about to walk around the next Corner, Merlin bumped into someone.

"Morgana!" he exclaimed, without even thinking about what he was saying.

She stared at him in shock.

"Why did you call me like that?" she asked but Merlin had no answer.

"I don´t know!" he answered truthfully. He really didn´t, it just happened.

Merlin was getting uncomfortable. He didn´t know what was going on with him lately, he and Morgana…Morgan, seemed to have some kind of bond, but he couldn´t define it yet.

I can´t define anything! Merlin thought almost angry. He had never felt so lost in his entire life.

"Look, I know your name is Morgan and not Morgana! I don´t know why I called you this way, really!"

Merlin tried to get sense into his thoughts but they were still blurred and nothing seemed to work right in his mind.

"Stop apologizing and tell me where you got that name from!" he heard Morgan´s voice and looked at her helplessly.

"Who are you Merlin Emrys?" she glanced at him with a worried expression on her face.

"Morgana, that´s how you call me in my dreams."