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I think I'm going to make this one a bit longer but then leave the bigger plot as a sequel as a couple of people suggested - why didn't I think of that? - brilliant idea! And if you guys have any suggestion please let me know before I get lost... again. Enjoy! :D

It was a while before Merlin regained consciousness again. Feeling woozy and dizzy he lifted himself up to lean on his arms. Looking blearily around, he found himself in his small, familiar bedroom. There was a figure snoozing lightly in the chair that was next to his bed. Blinking rapidly, he could just make out the familiar silhouette of Gaius in the dim light. Shifting, he tried to make his way out bed. Taking a while to get used to the motion he groaned as he got up and made his way to the main room.

What he saw surprised him. He didn't expect anyone to still be in Gaius' chambers. Why would anyone still be in here anyway?

Walking slowly and as quietly as possible he made his way over to the figure just to stop as suddenly. Why would Arthur still be here?

"Sire?" He asked, the surprise evident in his tone.

"Merlin." That's all he said. He had almost been convinced about not all magic being evil but after being left all on his own through out several whole nights, he just had to come back to Gaius' chambers. Back to where he had started. It was like as though there was something stopping him from believing that magic could be good. He just couldn't accept it.

He didn't want to talk to Merlin in case he lost his control. He was barely managing to stop himself from going and waking up Gaius.

"Arthur, what are you doing here?"

"You should go to bed Merlin. You'll need the rest."

"But... what happened? Weren't we meant to be making our way over to the Isle?"

The mention of the Isle of the Blessed nearly made Arthur jump out of skin. That was precisely the topic that he wanted to avoid.

"You're a sorcerer. That's what happened." he spat. He couldn't bring himself to speak to Merlin when there was a part of him that still thought that Merlin was a traitor and that he betrayed him. He didn't want to but that's how he was brought up.

Merlin looked shocked. When did he use magic in front of Arthur? Did anyone else know? And why exactly was he in end when the last thing he remembered was... Oh! He remembered now. The Isle, the Cailleach, the argument, the power, helping the knights reach Iseldir,the knights around his bed when he woke, the wild magic. He remembered it all now. Oh god, what had he done?

Running back up the steps like a frighted child back into his bed, hiding underneath the covers shaking. He was losing control of the magic, he could feel it.

Gaius had woken up at the sound of the slapping footsteps on the marble floors and found Merlin underneath the covers. Rolling his eyes in exasperation it took the covers of to find Merlin shaking with his eyes flashing at an impossible speed between the magnificent gold and the sea deep blue. It was quiet disconcerting.

"Merlin" he as asked gently, remembering the last time that had happened and hoping this was another situation of the same issue.

"He knows Gaius. Arthur knows. Who else know? Gaius?" He sounded like he did right after he came into Gaius' care and the mace fight with Arthur. Unsure of himself and doubting others and himself. It broke Gais' heart to hear him talk like this again.

"They all do Merlin. And all of them accept it. Even Arthur."

"No he doesn't. He doesn't accept it"

"Seriously that boy. We'll all talk in the morning Merlin. Go to bed." He said. He was seriously going to have Arthur's head for what he had just done. Gaius had spent quiet a while explaining to them that Merlin's magic at this point is just like it was when he was younger; untamed, pure, wild and childlike which means it would effect Merlin as well until he had it all sorted out.

It was a couple of hours later that one found Gaius' chambers crowded with armed knights. They were all restless having come at first light eager to hear and see Merlin themselves.

Gaius slowly made his way down the steps, Merlin following close behind dressed in his usual attire. He looked exactly the same as always that some were wondering where he could fit such enormous power in that thin, tall frame.

"Hello."

"Merlin mate, we find out about your magic, you're unconscious for five days and all you can see is 'Hello'? Good to see ya mate." Gwaine said cheerily, patting him on the back and standing behind Merlin, he was able to glare at Arthur all he liked and daring him to try and hurt Merlin.

Merlin let out a small grin and felt himself ease a bit, glad that at least one of the knights seemed to accept him.

Next, Percival stepped out. Merlin looked surprised. Catching Merlin's look he answered out loud for all to hear.

"My family lived quiet close to a druid camp. We were neighbours you could say. They helped us out when we were in need and we helped them out and protected them whenever we could. I've stayed at their camp for a while. I know about Emyrs. Not sure about the king though." He said and also turned to glare at Arthur but not quiet as aggressively as Gwaine was.

"Thank you. Thank you Percival for accepting me."

"Merlin, I don't think I could take it." Merlin looked shocked and turned to see Lancelot on the other side of the room grinning at him. "Got what you've wished for my friend." He whispered into his ear.

Together, Leon and Elyan stepped forward and simply made their way over and stood in the middle. Not taking either side but it still meant that they accepted Merlin.

Then it was Arthur talking.

"How long? How long Merlin? How many have you helped? How many have you killed?" He couldn't help himself. He just needed those answers.

Merlin stayed silent waiting for the Prince to start and finish the rant that was sure to follow. As soon as he thought it, Arthur started.

He made his way forward, his right hand running up and down in an act of readying himself to either defend or attack.

"How many of those things were your doing Merlin? How many has your magic killed? How many have you killed in silence Merlin? How could you do this?" He asked.

So that's what he thought. That Merlin and his magic had killed.

"Only those whom I could not save and it was not only of my doing but also because of your father's ignorance and arrogance." He knew he shouldn't have said that but he didn't want Arthur to keep on thinking of him being an evil traitor.

For those words of wisdom, Merlin found a sword at his throat and all the knights around him had drawn their own too.

Merlin felt the anger growing inside of him, felt the heat behind his eyes as they began to once again flicker between gold and blue.

"Get away from me." he said, the words coming out as a growl and the knights took it as a warning to themselves as well remembering clearly what had happened the last time Merlin had lost control.

"I am the Prince, you cannot tell me what to do." Stubborn headed Arthur as usual.

"And I am Emyrs and you cannot tell me what to do and neither can you control me." Ooops, another mistake. He should really think before he says anything.

Arthur jabbed the sword deeper into Merlin's throat but not enough to bring out any blood.

"Arthur, I will not let you think that I am some sort of evil traitorous sorcerer out for your blood and for Camelot but neither will I let you to continue thinking that I am a petty, idiotic fool of a servant. I am Emrys and I would not like to be treated like this for the rest of my life."

Everyone saw the shimmering golden staff that appeared in his hands and that his eyes settled down for the sea blue with the gold flowing all round non-stop. He was standing tall, towering over Arthur and had the perfect picture of a noble.

Arthur took a step back, still considering Merlin's earlier statement and took another step back.

"You're going to have to tell me everything both the good and the bad if you want me to believe it." A simple statement but never the less a statement of hope. A statement of perhaps maybe someday a better future.

Thanks again to all of you guys! Any thoughts, ideas, improvements, adjustments just let me know!

Oh and does anyone know Percival's story? I wasn't sure so I just made it up :/

Cya! Storm.