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A/N: Thank you all sososo much for sticking with me, I'm probably one of the most irregular posters in the history of ever so I really appreciate your support! Please remember to review and tell me what reveals you want. Seeing as the season's over and we're waiting for season 5, suggestions are a huuuge help!

Based off of episode 3 of season 1, when Gwen is accused of witchcraft.

He couldn't just let her die. She was his friend, the only friend he had in Camelot. She was gentle and kind and would never hurt anyone. Merlin took a deep breath and began walking towards the solid wood doors that lead to the main hall. He paused at the door, briefly wondering if he should interrupt, before laughing humorlessly at himself. You're about to confess to sorcery, I think he can handle being interrupted.

The doors swung open, and Merlin marched in. Arthur was there, stood in front of his father and trying not to gesture wildly. Gesturing was his tell. It meant that Arthur was negociating.

"My Lord."

Both Pendragons looked towards him, Uther with schooled indifference, and Arthur with exasperation.

"What is it Merlin?"

"It's about Gwen."

"Nothing you say will help the witch, boy, she has been found guilty."

"Then your justice is wrong, Your Highness."

Uther looked as if someone had slapped him. "You dare -"

"It was me. I'm the sorcerer you've been looking for."

"Merlin what are you doing," Arthur hissed "this is no time to be messing around. I understand that Gwen was a friend of yours but -"

"It's true."

Arthur turned back to his father. "Forgive him, Sire, he's grieving. He was close with the accused, I fear he may not be entirely at his senses."

Merlin laughed. "You may be right about that, but it doesn't change anything. Gwen is innocent. I made the poultice myself. I saw how she was suffering and I only wanted to help her. Tom was a good man." Uther made to interrupt, but Merlin raised his hands and with a flash of golden eyes the king could no longer speak nor move. "He didn't deserve to die, but you killed him anyway because you fear those with magic in our blood. We are not evil Highness. We are born as neutral as anyone, but it is people like you who shape us. You kill without second thought, and so we seek revenge. If you were merciful Camelot would be different. Unfortunately, it seems like we'll have to wait for the next king." He turned to Arthur, who was under no spell and just too shocked to speak, and bowed. "Arthur Pendragon. You are going to be a mighty king. There are legends about you. Well, about us. I'd tell you them, but it's not good for a man too know too much about his own destiny."

"You have magic." Arthur choked out.

"Yup!" Merlin grinned, but his face fell at the look on Arthur's face. "Arthur, I would never hurt you. If I wanted you dead I would have had to simply not save you. If I wanted your father dead I've had many opportunities that I didn't take. You have never been under the influence of my magic, I promise you that. Now I shall be leaving. My spell on your father will break the moment I set foot outside of Camelot. Goodbye Arthur. May our paths cross again in the near future."