I know this chapter might read a bit strange. Word was driving me crazy as I wrote it. And this one is a bit of a fly by. My apologies, but I want to get into what will happen next big time!
I own no one. Enjoy!


Arthur looked about the small camp the pair of them had set up. The rabbits he had killed that morning already up and out of the reach of most other forest life. He had just woken up from a nap he had taken after lunch. He looked over at Merlin seeing him asleep now.

He would wake him later. Merlin had stayed up the rest of the night after he had woken up. Arthur sighed lightly getting up to make sure the horses were securely in place. He returned and noticed something about Merlin. He walked over to him and knelt down.

Merlin was sweating and had an expression as if he was experiencing or reliving something unpleasant. Arthur frowned as he tried to gently wake Merlin up. However he had no success. If anything it only made Merlin's face contort even more.

Arthur looked around the campsite for anything he could use to help Merlin, he found nothing around them, and then he heard a twig snap and looked up. The man before him appeared to be a druid, he was after all wear Druid clothing.

"Are you having some trouble young Pendragon?" He asked, his voice sounding a bit familiar to Arthur.

"How do you know my name?" He asked first. He never met this man before in his life.

"How I know your name is not the important thing here." The man said calmly kneeling down and looking over Merlin. "His condition is not good."

"Can you help him?" Arthur asked looking pleadingly at the man before him.

"If you answer my question truthfully." The man said looking straight at him. "Does Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot choose his loyal Servant, or does he choose his father the King?"

Arthur stared at the man. It was a question of whom he was more loyal to, that much was clear to him. However he did not like how the question was asked. "Merlin is not a loyal Servant, he is a loyal Friend." His voice was firm as he spoke. "I choose my friend. Please help him." Merlin was in Arthur's arms and Arthur only held him closer as he pleaded for the assistance he needed.

The man smiled slightly. "Very well." He said standing. "We shall head to the Isle of the Blessed." He walked over to the horses and untied them. "Leave the rest of the stuff here. It is not needed."

Arthur had already forgotten about it as he carried Merlin over to his horse. He set him on it before getting up quickly behind him in order to hold him in place. The older man set out ahead of him.


They reached the lake at nearly midnight. "Not much time to waste." The man said dismounting the horse that had been Merlin's for the trip. He walked over to a boat and waited for Arthur to catch up still carrying Merlin. "Get in." Arthur followed the instruction currently only thinking about Merlin. He nearly jumped, as the boat started moving on its own as soon as the man got in himself.

It came to a rest calmly at the Isle and the Man got out and lead Arthur to an alter in the center of the Isle. "Place him on it and then lay down yourself next to him, your feet at his head, and his at yours." The man said as Arthur quickly did as he was told.

"Wait, you are going to use magic aren't you?" Arthur asked sitting up. Merlin he trusted, but this man was another factor entirely.

"Just lie down and close your eyes." The man said. With one last look of doubt before he did just that. The ancient words filled his ears as he slipped into the magical sleep. The world around them disappeared until even the words faded from his mind.


... R&R without killing me?