A/N: Wow, thank you so much for your fantastic reviews! You guys are the best! I meant to update sooner, but Memorial Weekend kept me extremely busy as you can imagine. BUT! Now, the chapter is finally finished and I will let you (hopefully) enjoy!

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It was as if the whole Hall was frozen in time. No one moved, no one breathed, and no one knew what to do. For the first time I noticed that we were not the only ones in the room. Gaius was standing off to one side staring at the doors with agony in his eyes. The old physician was like a father to Merlin. It pained me to see him hurt that way and could only hope that he wouldn't get arrested for being associated with the warlock.

On the opposite side of the room were two guards holding a woman who was covered in dirt. Fear was showing in her expression. I squinted to get a better look at her. She had these strange robes on that were obviously not made in Camelot. Her clothes almost looked futuristic…

Wait! No, it couldn't be!

"You," I hissed. Her eyes met with me. It was the gypsy woman. How else could Uther have known about Merlin's magic? She must have said something. Anger was boiling in my blood. I used much restraint just then. All I wanted to do was run over to her and yell in her face. Of course, that might get me arrested as well, and where would we be then?

Sarah must have seen me fuming and touched my arm, shaking her head. "Is that the gypsy?" she whispered very quietly in my ear. I nodded. "Don't do anything. This king guy seems crazy." I took in a deep breath, nodding again. I usually was able to control my temper.

Arthur looked deep into his father's eyes. "Father, this is insanity! Merlin isn't a sorcerer. You don't know him like I do. The man is a clumsy mess and doesn't even know one end 0f a sword from the other." The prince defended. Normally, I would slap him for saying such things about Merlin, no matter how true they could be, but Merlin needed to appear as innocent as possible.

The king sighed. "Arthur, you are letting your friendship with a servant cloud your better judgment." He lectured, but Arthur wouldn't hear it. He kept shaking his head.

"No, Merlin isn't a sorcerer. As to whom did you get this information from?" he asked, not giving up.

"Sir Leon and the other knights were able to capture a gypsy the other day. She says that she is from the future." He said.

Arthur narrowed his eyes. "So you would really believe the word of a gypsy over your own son? How do you know that she is from the future? That's ridiculous."

"I don't necessarily believe that she is from the future, but once she told me that your servant was a sorcerer, I started to recall that most of Camelot's problems happened after he came here. It makes sense, Arthur, please see reason." Uther patted him on the shoulder. Arthur swiped it off and turned his back to his father.

He put his arm around my waist, leading us all out. We walked through the hallways in silence, not knowing what to say. Arthur opened his chamber door and Sarah, Mason, and I walked inside. Mason sat down on Arthur's bed. Sarah and I remained standing, too frantic to sit still. The prince shut the door behind him, looking at the floor.

"So that's it?" Sarah asked suddenly. "We are just going to let Merlin rot in a cell?" her voice was accusatory.

"She's right." I said. "We can't just sit back and do nothing."

Arthur's head shot up. "Jen,"

"I mean, you gave up so easily! You never give up that easily." Mason added.

The prince rolled his eyes. "Mas-"

"He is your friend! Without him you won't be able to become king!" Sarah practically yelled. "I mean, I've only known him a little bit, but he's so sweet!"

"Sarah,"

Arthur's door opened and Morgana walked in. "Arthur, how could you just turn your back to Merlin? He's always been there for us? You must prove his innocence!"

"Arthur, if you really believe what your father said…" I trailed off.

"Everyone!" Arthur yelled, annoyed. "I'm not giving up. I'm not turning my back on Merlin, and I'm not going to just do nothing! I couldn't disagree with father right then. He needs to think that I listened to him. Of course I don't believe what he says is true." He finished.

The whole atmosphere changed. Morgana smiled at her half brother. "I was going to say, you were out of character back there, Arthur. It's not like you to turn down a fight." I smirked. I didn't believe that Morgana was going to turn evil, she just couldn't.

"We need another plan." Mason spoke, standing up. Morgana noticed Mason for the first and narrowed her eyes.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked him. "You look familiar." My mouth fell open as I realized what that must mean, but that didn't make sense. Mason shook his head. "I feel as if we have met before." She said, cocking her head.

He shook his head again. "No, I'm from the future, too." Mason informed her. I was biting my lip to keep from saying what I was dying to say! It was so obvious, to me at least, but I'll keep quiet. Things would be better that way.

Morgana nodded her head slowly, not entirely convinced that she had not seen him before now. It was best to change the subject before she figured it out.

"It's time for a new plan." I piped up quickly. Everyone looked at me, waiting for me to produce a plan right then and there. I felt my cheeks turn red. "Arthur, you're the battle plan expert." I pointed out. Thankfully, the attention was not longer on me.

"Right," he said, gaining his confidence. "First, we need to go down and see Merlin. I don't want him to use his magic. That would prove him guilty." Arthur paused. "My father cannot know that you helped us, Morgana."

The ward looked at him incredulously. "If you think that I'm just going to sit here and wait for you to-"

Arthur put his hand up to stop her. "No, Uther will not forgive you if you help another sorcerer escape execution. You do remember what happened with the druid boy?" his half sister paused and nodded. "Good, thank you for listening for once." I rolled my eyes.

"Arthur," she whispered quietly. The prince looked at her, waiting for her to continue. "Merlin isn't really a sorcerer?" That was a definite question. Morgana was the only one of us besides Gwen who didn't know about Merlin's magic. Perhaps it was time she found out.

Arthur glanced down at me for an answer. I looked at Morgana and gave her a slight nod. Her breath caught, but her facial expression remained unchanged. I was surprised by her calmness, though there was a part of me that knew she had suspected it once or twice before.

"Alright," she said, holding her head high. "What can I do?"

"Don't go and see Merlin. No one must know that you have had contact with him. Tonight, when we decide to break him out, dine with my father. Give him no reason to suspect that you had anything to do with this." Arthur finished. Morgana nodded her head, her long black hair falling over her shoulders.

"Fine, if dining with Uther is all I can do, I'll buy you as much time as I can." She said with sadness in her eyes.

"Ladies," Arthur spun on his heel, looking at Sarah and me. "I'll fetch Gwen. We need to get you properly dressed so that you blend in more. Girls don't really wear pants right now." He smiled at us in our jeans.

"Gwen," Mason said suddenly. "Gwen as in Guinevere, Gwen?" he asked. My eyes widened as I sent him a glare, shaking my head violently. "What? Oh!" At last he caught on! "Sorry,"

Arthur looked at Mason and me, confused. "Why? What is going on with Guinevere?" Butterflies went through my stomach as he said her name. For this, I did not know why.

"Uh, it's nothing." Sarah perked up. "I've heard a lot about her. Where is she? You know, you're right we do need to blend in more around here! She sounds perfectly lovely from what Jenny has said about her."

Arthur looked at her suspiciously. "You babble worse than Merlin." Sarah shrugged.

"I'll go and find her." Morgana volunteered and turned on her heel, walking out the door. Five minutes later she returned with Gwen by her side. The future queen smiled happily when she saw me.

"Jen," she said blissfully and embraced me in a hug. I put my arms around her, so glad to see her no matter how jealous I was of her. "I'm so glad you're back! Where did you go?"

I bit my lip. "I went back home for a while." We let go of each other, stepping back.

Gwen immediately got serious. "I heard about Merlin. Uther has gone too far. Merlin isn't evil; everyone knows that he cannot hurt a fly." She insisted, her hatred for Uther rearing its ugly head.

"Guinevere, can you please help Jennifer and Sarah get dressed? They are going to be staying a while." Arthur asked before she had the chance to ask questions. The maid bowed her head respectfully and nodded. "Thank you. You may resume staying in your room, Jennifer." And at that, he left his room.

Gwen, just as confused as I was by Arthur's behavior, gestured for us to follow her to my old room. Morgana excused herself, saying that she must retire to her room. Sarah and I were measured by Gwen carefully and were brought three beautiful dresses each. She helped us with the strange ties and fastenings that went with medieval dresses.

"There you are." She said satisfied with her work. Sarah stepped out from behind the screen wearing a flowing blue dress that complimented her eyes very nicely. The sleeves were slightly too long, but you could barely notice it seeing as Sarah always rolls up her sleeves.

I was already in my dress: a purple gown that dragged elegantly on the floor. The neck line was medium cut with beautiful embroidery in gold. My hair was curled, cascading down my back like a chestnut waterfall. I had to swap my sneakers for slippers. They weren't as comfortable, but they were pretty cute!

"Thank you so much, Gwen." I smiled at her.

She smiled back. "Oh, it's no trouble. We've all missed you, Jen. It's nice to have you back." My cheeks burned red again. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"We should probably go down and see Merlin." I said before my mind could stray too far from my mission. Gwen nodded, getting serious again. I gestured for Sarah to follow me, but she hesitated. "What is it?" she bit her lip.

"Well, it's just that… you know him better. I think I'm going to sit this one out and go see what Mason and Arthur are doing and help out as much as I can there." She explained. I knew that she mostly wanted to spend some time with Mason, but she was right. I do know Merlin better.

I nodded, leaving the room, thanking Gwen again. One foot in front of the other, I strolled through the halls of Camelot Castle. I had passed a few knights on my way to the dungeons. They turned their heads, bowing their heads.

"My Lady," they would say respectfully. I sent them a playful smile, not because I was flirting-because I wasn't-but because my confidence level went up drastically. I passed a mirror and saw my refection. It was hard to recognize myself. My normally dull, blue eyes were twinkling even in the lack of light. I was standing up straight as if I had all power in my little finger. I was the queen of the world (hardly).

Overall, I truly looked like a Lady of Camelot, a woman of noble blood that had grown up around royalty and endless parties and feasts that almost always ended in food fights.

At last, I reached the dungeons. There were two guards standing at the entrance. I tried to ignore them, but they stopped me. "The king has ordered that no one can see the prisoner." The one on the right said. Now, I really wished that I had waited for Arthur to come with me. He could get me in.

I gathered up all the courage I had, preparing myself for what I was about to do. I tried to act insulted; widening my eyes like the word 'no' was foreign to me. "I beg your pardon? I am a woman of noble blood. You cannot just toss me aside as if I am a lowly servant! You will let me through, or I promise you that the only thing you will be guarding in the near future is a chicken coop near the northern borders." The confidence in my voice surprised even me. Not letting the act drop despite my astonishment, I glared at him, trying to break him. He briefly glanced at the other guard before stepping aside. I smiled slyly, walking past him. "An excellent choice, kind sir,"

Once I was out of earshot, I let out a sigh of relief. I couldn't believe that that had actually worked! I didn't even need Arthur's help. After making a mental note to celebrate later, I quickly walked down the aisle that led to the cells. It was chilly down here and always gave me the creeps.

It didn't take long for me to find Merlin. He was sitting up against the wall looking exceedingly dark. I ran up to the bars that separated us. "Merlin," I whispered. He looked up, immediately smiling. The young warlock got up and came over.

"I heard what you told the guards. I'm impressed." He complimented. I smiled back, but changed the subject.

"Look, we're trying to find a way to break you out. Arthur says not to use your magic. That will just prove Uther's suspicions." I told him. He was frowning. "What is it?"

"I thought you said that in your Camelot everyone knew about my magic. How do we know that that time hasn't come? Maybe, Uther will…" he trailed off.

"Maybe Uther will what? Accept magic in Camelot?" I asked doubtfully. "Merlin, this isn't how it is supposed to be. We need to break you out. You have to live, Merlin!"

"If I break out, then where do I go? Uther will try and hunt me down. Arthur won't be safe, Camelot won't be safe."

"But if you stay here, you will die." I protested back.

He looked down at his feet. "I get what you are saying, I really do, Jen, but what are we to do? If I break out then I'm on the run until Arthur becomes king. If I stay where I am, then I get executed tomorrow morning."

I shut my eyes tight. "I think you should use your magic to get out." I confessed. Merlin's head snapped up. My eyes opened slowly. "You can't die, Merlin. I don't want to see you die. You're my friend and I have no idea what any of us would do without you."

A smile played on his lips. "Thanks, but maybe this is how things are supposed to turn out. Maybe I've taken Arthur as far as I was supposed to."

I was shaking my head in disbelief. "No, that's not true! I can't believe you said that. Someone or something must have altered something in the timeline." I concluded, putting my hands on my hips. "When we got here, the gypsy woman was in the Hall with us."

Merlin was nodding. "You think she knew who we really were? And then told Uther?"

"It's a very strong possibility." I bit my lip. "Do you know where she is?" I asked. He pointed six cells down. I nodded and walked down to confront this gypsy. When I got there, she was lying down on the floor, back to the wall. "What is your problem?" I exclaimed, not bothering to say hi.

She looked up at me. "You,"

"Yes, me," I snapped. "Why in the hell would you tell Uther Pendragon about Merlin? Don't you know that you can totally change the future? We may not have one to go back to now!" I tried my best not to yell. "Once you realized that Camelot was not ruled by King Arthur, you should have kept your mouth shut."

In a small voice, she spoke. "What would you have done if you landed here in Camelot and know one thing, but things turn out to be the other way around?" she asked.

In a cold voice, I talked back slowly, "I've got news for you. I did just land here in Camelot thinking that Arthur was king and that people knew about Merlin, but I kept my mouth closed because I did not want to give away too much just in case I was wrong." Her eyes widened. "Now, it's up to us to save Merlin, something we wouldn't have to do if it wasn't for you." I felt as if I was being a bit harsh, but I was mad. This woman had no business giving away everything she knew about Camelot to a king that is barely mentioned in the legend, not that that had to do with anything, but still!

I turned on my heel, walking away from the gypsy as fast as my sneaker-less feet could carry me, not wanting to do anything rash. Quickly, I made my way back up the staircase and to my room. I didn't know if I had gotten all the information we needed, but now at least the guards would let me past them to be able to see Merlin.

Sarah was still in my room, sitting on the bed and looking out the window. When the door closed, she looked at me. "Hey, Jenny." She greeted, smiling sadly. "The king had ordered Arthur to go train and Mason went with him." she told me. I nodded. "Do you want to head down there?" there was hope in her voice.

I smiled. "Sure, why not?"

We left again and walked swiftly down to the training field. Sir Leon was conducting a 1-2-3-4 motion training style. On the opposite side, Arthur was fighting Mason, their swords clashing violently. They both had heavy armor on that was blinding in the sunlight. Sarah and I smiled and walked over to watch them up close.

It was a close fight; Mason had expert fencing skills that gave him an upper hand. Arthur, on the other hand, had been training with heavy swords ever since he was little. He was the best knight in the kingdom, no doubt about that.

Mason had blocked Arthur's swing with ease. The prince professionally held up his shield to obstruct Mason's stab. It all happened faster than my eyes could follow. Arthur swung up his sword, attempting to disarm Mason, but Mason did some fancy thing and counteracted this move, causing Arthur to lose his grip on the weapon. Arthur dove for his sword and it clashed with Mason's who was trying to stop him from obtaining it. The prince landed on the ground. Taking advantage of being so low, he tripped Mason by kicking his legs out from underneath him. In an instant, Arthur's blade was at Mason's throat. He removed his helmet a great smile was shining on his face. Mason took his off as well showing a smile on his face, as well. Arthur pulled his sword back and helped Mason up.

"Not bad, Mason, we could use more knights like you in Camelot." Arthur complimented.

"Well, I learned from the best." said Mason.

Arthur smiled. "Thank you," he said quietly. "I am your ancestor after all you had to inherit something from me." I giggled.

Mason shook his head. "I'm talking about my instructor, Mr. Williams." He teased. Arthur swung his sword lightly again. Mason just put up his shield, letting the sword come in contact with the metal. The boys laughed.

They came over to us. "You guys like the show?" Mason asked, taking off his cloves.

"Oh, yes!" Sarah said happily. Arthur laughed.

"Now, that was something we don't see every day!" I added.

"What the-?" I heard Mason say. We looked at him. He was staring at his hand that he had removed the glove from. There was something wrong with it. His skin looked strange, like the color of the ground… His hand looked transparent, like a ghost…

"What is that?" Arthur demanded. He shook his head.

I had a revelation just then: Merlin was going to be executed. Mason is Arthur and Merlin's decendent. Take Merlin out of the equation and you have no Mason. Mason was slowly fading away as the future was slowly being altered.

A/N: TADA! Muahahahahaha! Another cliffhanger! How did you like it? Please review by clicking the little button at the bottom! It would mean sooo much!