A/N: So I have decided to upload Merlin's story as two chapters, thanks to some good advice from TheMightyE, so you readers can read the beginning now. Now I know that technically Merlin is telling this story, I kinda feel weird writing first person for a character I didn't create, so this chapter is written like the rest of the story, from third person. I hope you can understand that. Sorry it took a bit longer to update, I had a busy weekend and couldn't write. Also, this chapter might be a bit boring because not much happens but it does offer quite a few explanations to some questions you might have. I apologize in advance for the lack of action and the fact that this chapter will get a little cheesy. To everyone who reviewed/favorite/followed: Thank you so so so (add about a thousand more so's) much!

Disclaimer: Guess what? I do...not own Merlin.

Emrys Revealed

Merlin slowly opened his eyes and was temporarily blinded by the sunlight coming from above. He could tell he was lying on hard ground, and it seemed as though something large and heavy was resting on his left leg. He tried to open his eyes again and this time was able to keep them open.

He looked to see what was resting on his leg, and found that it was a gigantic rock.

He thought to himself, why would a gigantic rock be on my le-

And then it all came flooding back to him. The castle, the throne, Morgana, the battle, Arthur.

Arthur.

Merlin was suddenly able to feel the full sting of his rejection by his best friend now that he wasn't talking to Morgana or trying not to die. Merlin almost cried out, the feeling inside him was so painful. Arthur hated him, hated what he was. And now he was dead. All because he came back. He must have come back for the knights, not Merlin, and yet the knights wouldn't have been in this castle if not for Merlin.

Maybe I really am a monster after all, Merlin thought.

Then he was distracted again from these thoughts when he heard a sound coming from his right. Merlin lifted his head to see what it was and finally took in his surroundings.

Then he uttered a word that would have made even Sir Gwaine cringe.

Everywhere he looked was total devastation. Rocks and bodies were strewn everywhere and nowhere was there anything that even resembled a castle. The knights were gone and so was Arthur's body.

Merlin briefly wondered if he had teleported by mistake but then saw what had made the sound that originally made him lift his head.

It was a soldier. At least, Merlin thought it was. It seemed as though he was more blood and bone than skin.

Merlin sat up, feeling slightly dizzy but otherwise okay, and pushed the rock off his leg. Well he tried to. When that didn't work he just used magic to move it. Much easier.

He then crawled over to the man and hovered over him. "What happened?"

The soldier tried to open his mouth but it was rather difficult, considering he really didn't have one anymore. He just looked at Merlin with fearful eyes, the only part of his face that was intact, and kept trying to move, causing more of the sounds that had awoken Merlin earlier. Suddenly he stopped and lay still, no longer breathing. Merlin lifted his fingers to close the man's eyes, but when he touched them, the both fell off the man's face and rolled away.

On any other day, that would have made Merlin throw up, but this was not any other day.

Lying next to the soldier was a sword, silver with a red handle. It was the same one that was held to Arthur's throat when Merlin had brought down the barrier. Merlin picked it up and stood. Then he started walking back to where he first awoke. Suddenly he stopped. Something was not right.

Arthur was gone, the knights were gone…

Morgana was gone.

Merlin about had a panic attack. Where could she have gone? Was she near Camelot? Was she attacking Camelot? Was she alive? Was she finally dead? Why was she gone? How was she gone?

Merlin put a hand on his head and took deep breaths to calm himself down. Nothing good will come from him freaking out.

He mentally ran through his options. He needed to find Morgana and make sure she wasn't allowing any harm come to Camelot. Although now that Arthur's dead (Merlin choked back a sob), the throne of Camelot is Morgana's for the taking. Merlin's first priority is Camelot; he needed to keep her safe. Of course he couldn't actually set foot in the kingdom, he wouldn't be allowed, but he could, and would, help from afar. He put a rock over his already made footprints, for some reason not wanting to wipe them away entirely. Then, on foot, he headed off towards Camelot.

He was walking for about five minutes before he realized his energy was draining. And it was draining fast. It was now taking extreme concentration just to put one foot in front of the other. He needed a way to get there faster, but his horse had been lost when the Saxons had first attacked them.

Suddenly he realized: He didn't have a horse, but did have something even better.

And with that, Merlin threw back his head and called up to the heavens.

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Merlin's eyes shot open. The ground underneath him was moving. "Wha-"

"Silence young warlock, you must rest." came an ancient sounding growl from under him.

It was the Great Dragon. He was on the back of the Great Dragon. He was on the back of the Great Dragon flying. And he somehow wasn't falling off.

"I-I passed out?" He asked, still trying to get his groggy mind up to speed.

"For someone with such a great destiny Merlin, your lack of wisdom astounds me."

"I do not lack wisdom!" Merlin defensively shot back.

The Great Dragon laughed and his entire body shook, causing Merlin to nearly slide off.

"Watch it!" he yelled, hanging on to a scale for dear life. "And my destiny is over anyway. I failed. Arthur's dead."

"There goes the lack of wisdom again Merlin." The Great Dragon said, in a tone that clearly stated "I know something you don't" or better known as: his normal voice.

Merlin stubbornly stayed silent until it was time to descend.

The Great Dragon promptly landed on the field outside of Camelot, the place where the two had met so many times before. Merlin climbed off his back and put his feet on the ground, swaying slightly from the ride and his massive loss of energy.

"Sit down young warlock. You need to regain your strength." The dragon commanded.

So Merlin sat down on the ground and looked up at the dragon, waiting for him to explain how Merlin's destiny wasn't over.

"Merlin, you're destiny isn't over because the King isn't dead."

"He's not? But how? That was a fatal hit, Morgana should have killed him, how is he-"

"Patience young warlock. Everything will be explained in good time."

"Well, is now a good time because I'm really lacking on patience at the moment."

The dragon sighed but conceded, "When Arthur was killed, you sent out a wave of pure energy. A wave of pure magic. When you did this, you have one thought on your mind. Save. One word. Just one word. But to your magic it spoke volumes. Your magic saved Arthur; it healed him and then transported him, along with his knights, to where you would feel the safest."

"Yes! That's fantastic!" Merlin exclaimed, smiling.

"Don't be so sure young warlock." The Great Dragon said gravely.

Merlin's smile faltered. "Why?"

"It wasn't just the knights and Arthur that your magic saved."

Suddenly it dawned on Merlin. "Morgana." he said.

The Great Dragon nodded. "Again, all your magic knew was 'Save'. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Merlin looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry." he said softly.

"Don't apologize, Merlin. Don't worry, it gets worse." The Great Dragon said.

Merlin had never wanted to punch that reptile in the face more than he did in that moment.

The Great Dragon continued. "Because Morgana already possessed magic, she was able to harness some of the raw magic that exploded out of you at Arthur's supposed 'death'. So by saving her, you healed her of her injuries, transported her to someplace safe, and made her stronger. Ok, now you can apologize."

Merlin gave him a glare, which soon morphed into a look of confusion. "Hold on, there are still a few things that just don't seem right."

"Whatever do you mean young warlock?" The Great Dragon said.

"There are a few things here that just don't add up. First of all, if I transported Morgana to someplace safe, then isn't she where everyone else ended up?" Then Merlin started to hyperventilate. "Did I leave Arthur unprotected with an even stronger Morgana?"

"Young warlock," The Great Dragon tried to interrupt.

"Nobody has me there to help them, everyone's going to die!"

"Young warlock, list-"

"This is all my fault!"

"Young warlock!"

"Oh, what have I done?"

"YOUNG WARLOCK!" The Great Dragon roared. Quite a few birds flew out of the trees around them. "Listen to me!"

Merlin promptly shut up.

"Because Morgana possessed her own magic and now some of yours," Merlin visibly winced, "she was transported to a safe destination of her choosing."

"And where would be Morgana's safest place to be?" Merlin asked, fully expecting a know-it-all "duh" answer from the dragon like usual.

"I don't know." The Great Dragon said solemnly.

"Of course it's-wait what?" Merlin said, clearly shocked that the Great Dragon actually didn't know something for once.

"Don't make me repeat it." The dragon said, glaring at the warlock below him. "Anyway, wasn't there something else that didn't make sense to you?" the dragon added impatiently.

Merlin quickly stopped smiling at the Great Dragon's discomfort and said, "If my magic saved everyone it touched, what about the Saxons I saw, torn from the inside out?"

"Ah, yes, that." The Great Dragon said.

"Yes, that." Merlin said, waiting for an answer.

The Great Dragon seemed to gather together his thoughts for a moment, and then said, "Your heart is pure, Merlin. You fight for what's good, for what's right, and you have not allowed your heart to become corrupted by evil, no matter how tempting it may be. And since your heart is pure Merlin, than so is your magic. The hearts of the Saxons were never pure. When your magic touched them it tried to fix them, it tried to save them. Sadly it couldn't and just ended up ripping them apart from the inside out."

Merlin's mouth dropped open. "Wow that's-that's just-wow." Merlin whispered, not quite knowing what to say.

"Yes Merlin, you are quite powerful." The Great Dragon said, noticing Merlin's obvious awe.

"Wait a second." Merlin said, for something else just came to him.

"What else is it, young warlock?" The Great Dragon said impatiently.

"Doesn't Morgana have one of the most evil hearts around? Shouldn't my magic have torn her apart as well?"

"Yes, but because she possessed magic of her own, she was able to stop it, although not quite knowing what she was doing."

"Well this just keeps getting better and better." Merlin said exasperated.

"Oh, and there is something else I forgot to mention." The Great Dragon stated.

"And what is that?" Merlin asked, not really sure if he actually wanted to know.

"Everyone else in Camelot probably thinks that you are now dead."

See, definitely didn't want to know, Merlin said angrily to himself. "Why?" he said, this time out loud.

"When you saved Arthur and sent out that energy, you used the last of your life force. They aren't wrong, you technically were dead."

"I was dead?"

"Yes you were."

"Why am I not anymore?"

"That is because you are more than the son of your mother and your father; you are the son of the Earth as well. You don't just have magic, you are magic. When you died, the magic from the Earth came up and restored you, saving you from failing your destiny. That is why you live young warlock. Because the Earth wishes it."

Merlin smiled widely as he looked up at the dragon. "Thank you for telling me this." Merlin stood up. "Well, I guess it's back to my destiny then." He started walking but then suddenly stopped short. "How will I be able to protect Arthur if he hates me? If he can't even look at me."

"He won't need to look at you." The Great Dragon said cryptically.

"Ok, but it'll be a lot harder to protect Arthur when I'm hiding everywhere."

"You won't be hiding everywhere." The Great Dragon said, still in that cryptic voice of his.

"And why is that?" Merlin asked, ready for the dragon to stop talking in riddles. It really started to grate on your nerves after 5 years.

"Because it is not Camelot you will be journeying to."

"Of course I'll be going to back to Camelot! Why wouldn't-"

"You will be going to find Morgana." The Great Dragon ordered.

"Then who's going to protect Arthur? No, no way." Merlin continued, cutting off the Great Dragon's answer. "I'm going back to Camelot. I'm the dragonlord and you're the dragon. I order you, not the other way around. You cannot tell me what to do!" And with that, Merlin turned on his heel and started to walk out of the clearing.

"Haven't I been telling you what to do for 5 years?"

That made Merlin stop short. He slowly turned back around. "Excuse me?"

"Haven't I been telling you what to do for 5 years? I was the one who first told you about your destiny and what to do almost every single time you came to me with a problem. Sometimes, most times, you didn't listen and guess what? I was still right. So I suggest you listen to me now!"

Merlin just stared at him with shocked eyes.

"You are going to find Morgana." The Dragon continued. "She is now even stronger and will probably starting a plan to assault Camelot and this time she will be closer to winning than ever before. You must stop her Merlin, or at least delay her. To do that you must find her. As for Arthur," The Great Dragon said when he saw Merlin's mouth start to open in protest, "he will be protected. By you. By your magic."

"If I'm not there, how can he be protected by my magic?"

"When you were dead for those few seconds, the magic from the Earth came up to restore you. When it did that, some of your magic also seeped into the Earth. Because your magic's purpose was to protect Arthur, that is what it'll do, leaving you a chance to catch Morgana."

"Can't I just order my 'magic in the Earth'" Merlin used his fingers as quotation marks when he said 'magic of the Earth', still not quite believing it, "to defeat Morgana for me?"

"No you cannot." The Great Dragon said.

"Why?" Merlin asked, that seemed to be all he's been asking. He hated feeling so ignorant, so dependent on someone else.

"That is something young warlock, which you cannot know just yet."

Merlin almost yelled in frustration. Why did the dragon have to be so damn cryptic all the time? Merlin supposed he could just order him to talk, but he really hated abusing his power as a dragonlord. So he thought about what the dragon said and finally came to a conclusion.

He looked up at the Great Dragon and said, "Let's go find Morgana."

A/N: I again apologize for the lack of action and the cheesiness, but the next part of his story will be more exciting. Next chapter will feature Morgana, the Battle of Demon Falls, and an introduction to Vortigern (who is actually a villain from the Arthurian legend, if anyone was wondering). Please review and tell me your thoughts and predictions! I really love to hear from you guys! Bye!

P.S.: So I helped my friend KmKizmet come up with the plot of her new story "Reactions of the Idiot King" and the story has turned out really great so far! She writes very well! So if your looking for a new fanfic to read, you should totally check that one out!