Here is another chapter. I can guarantee that I will be able to keep updating every day. For now, I am still many chapters ahead. Hope you are enjoying. I always thought that there should have been more between Mordred and Merlin. I hope you enjoy the deviation.

*****Here is the next chapter****

A year had passed when Morgana showed again. Everyone welcomed her with open arms. Merlin however welcoming came with fear. Her light had almost completely gone black. He badly wanted to tell Arthur that it is not the same Morgana. However, he would not listen to him if he was to speak now.

Merlin began to distance himself from Arthur. In the year that had passed many things had happened. He met a new friend Gwaine who is now banished by the king like Lancelot. Yet, he helped in the quest to the perilous lands. Arthur killed the one girl he loved and thought that he would be the one. He released the Great Dragon among other events.

He kept getting the feeling that there was something missing. He was alone and felt it acutely. He still warmed the prince's bed but happening less and less. Arthur's hatred of magic growing. He had no one but Gaius and still there were still deep that he did not know. He wrote home less frequently. Secrets were all around him. He kept them and felt that others were keeping something from him.

He still went about his days bantering with Arthur and messing with Morgana and Morguase's plans. He was laying in his bed wishing for sleep. HELP ME! A voice slammed into his head. Merlin jumped out of bed.

Mordred, where are you? I am coming. Merlin grabbed a bag threw some items into and closed it. He grabbed Gaius' medical bag and filled it. With his magic, he scribbled a note for Gaius. He ran into the night.

Emrys, help!

Merlin could not help the fear going through his body. He could see the ten-year-old boy with deep blue eyes. He knew that it had been five years, since he heard that voice or seen him. He raced through the woods on Misty. I am on my way, Mordred. However, I need to know where I am going.

I was in Mercia. I was in the market. I got separated from Iseldir. Someone grabbed me. It is so dark. My magic is leaving me. I think it is the manacles. HURRY!

He told Misty to hurry using his magic to give speed and endurance. He rushed her to Mercia. Please, hold on Morderd. I am trying to get there as fast as I can! Don't lose hope. He barely managed to get out before the connection was snapped. He felt it deep inside him. He raged into the night.

Morning broke as Merlin with his magic entered Mercia borders. While everyone in Camelot was waking up to start their day. Gaius found the note. He rushed to Arthur with fear running through him. Arthur ran out of the room. He grabbed Leon and a few other knights. They were off to follow the trail. With this they left Camelot open for the taking.

Merlin kept shouting in his head even knowing that the connection was broken. Mordred! Mordred! Where are you? He knew that it was useless but kept repeating it over and over again as he moved through villages and forests of Mercia. It had been two weeks since he heard Mordred's voice. He would not forsake his promise.

Emrys follow the path till it forks then go to the right. You will see me.

Merlin heard Iseldir's words. He took off down the path. His eyes glowing gold as they did whenever he was not around people. He was tired and exhausted. He had been searching night and day and barely eating. His clothes no longer fit.

He stopped in front of Iseldir. "Have you heard where Mordred was taken? I need to get to him. I promised." He jumped down from Misty and faltered. He did not even realize how tired and exhausted he was.

"What have you done? You can barely stand. Your magic has been sustaining you. You need to rest and heal"

"I will do all that when I find Mordred." Merlin whispered as darkness overtook him.

Iseldir ordered men to get him to their camp and another to take Misty. For three days, the healers and Iseldir watched over Merlin. Arthur and his knights were trying find out why the path disappeared suddenly but continued in their direction. It seemed that Merlin was heading to Mercia.

Without warning Merlin sat up with a great force shouting for Mordred. The healers backed up from the man with eyes of bright gold. It was Iseldir that rushed to his side. He was eventually to calm Merlin down. "Where is Mordred?" Merlin asked again when food was put in front of him.

"We were in the market. Someone distracted me with questions about the items we were attempting to sell. I heard his scream but was gone quickly." Iseldir shook the memory.

"Why would someone want to take him?" Merlin thinks he knew the answer but hoped he was wrong.

"I think he has to do with visions of him being the one to kill Arthur." Iseldir spoke.

"I was afraid that would be the case." Merlin shook his head.

Iseldir looked stunned. "You knew."

"Aye, I knew that his pathed was joined with Morgana and be the one to kill Arthur." Merlin rose and turned away. His shoulders dropping in defeat.

"You knew and still helped him escape. Why?" Iseldir pondered because he struggled with it since he saw it a year after Mordred was returned to him.

"For the same reason, I have healed Morgana and allowed her to be healed and taken by Morguase. I hoped that with love and guidance that they can forgo their fate. I cannot kill someone for something that they may or may not do. It would be murder. I have already committed that crime and will not do it again." Merlin still kept his back to them.

There were gasps behind him. "What did you do, Emrys?" Without turning around, he told them about Nimueh. "Emrys, I have to ask this. Did you destroy the Cup of Life, as well?" Merlin said that he did not think so, nor thought to do so. He was so enraged and thought only of Gaius and Arthur. "You need to go back to Camelot. If you did not destroy it; then Morguase has it. She will use it to create and immortal army."

Merlin shook his head. "I will return when I have Mordred. What do you know?"

"There are many things that could have happened: used the magic surpressing manacles or collar to torture him, use a beast to take his magic, used magic to control him, or bind his magic to someone else to control it. I could go on, Emrys. I could only trace him back Sarrum who is more brutal then Uther beyond that I know not."

"Then that is where I am going." Merlin turned to prepare to leave.

"Before you leave; then you must prepare. You will need to suppress your very being. Sarrum has the means to detect the slightest bit of magic. It will take a day but we can give you a non-magical potion to help hide it and negate possible effects of locking your soul away. Once it is taken, will last only month, but you will still have to fight yourself and bury and block your very soul and lock the magic away."

Without a thought, "Let it be done. I will not allow Mordred to be trapped anymore if I can help it." While the healers were making the potion, Iseldir tried to help Merlin lock his very essence away. It took all day and into the night before Merlin was able to master the art of locking his soul and magic away; as well as, memorizing the potion to help.

Iseldir asked if he was ready. "You will begin to die after a month unless you unlock your magic. Are you sure?"

Merlin nodded. "I made a promise. I will not break it as long as I have breath not even for Arthur. I have failed Morgana for she is has turned and no reaching her. I will not fail Mordred; if I can help it. Everyone deserves a chance to be loved and to change." With that he blocked his magic deep within himself and quickly took the potion.

Within an hour, Merlin was leaving camp. He made his way towards Sarrum's lands; however, without his magic, he did not know that he was being watched. He was soon attacked by Cenred's men. He fought hard. However, there were too many for one person and his endurance was fading. He was hit on the back of the head, and everything went black.