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Five Days Earlier…

Nyssa, a maid, walked gracefully through the corridors and up the stairs with her master's food with a silver plate and cover, in hope no one will see her suspicious. A couple of sore-eyes of 'werewolves' that was placed by the traitor, Rigiel, were giving her a cautious look but she gives them a placid stare in return. She knows they won't hurt her, not unless Rigiel tells them to, which he won't since she is her master's favorite maid. She give them an sneer when she passed them and into her master's room, which is the tallest tower of all.

Her master was sitting on a comfortable chair by the window, staring out. He had both of his hands on his large belly protectively. His belly is huge now compare to three months ago when he become Rigiel's prisoner. Nyssa couldn't believe Rigiel would betray her master. Her master loved Rigiel and never sees any of the werewolves unworthy of his loves. She doesn't understand why Rigiel would do such a thing like joining the Dark Wizard and murdered her master's husband.

Her master and his husband just found out they are having a child five months ago. Oh! How happy they were before tragedy struck them. Nyssa grieve with her master when she heard from the bastard Rigiel's mouth that he had killed her master's husband after he invades her master's land and castle with shape-shifters. Shape-shifters, Nyssa haven't see one of them ever since the Five Kings of the Five Kingdoms seal them in the Bildungsroman forest. How did Rigiel have them out? Nyssa doesn't know but she is sure it has something to do with the unknown dark wizard who came with Rigiel when he brings chaos to her master.

When she thought all hopes were lost, a certain small creature came to her through the crack of the ruin castle's wall with good news.

Arthur was sitting on his bed in his tent. He knows he should be resting since it was will a long journey to Essetir but he couldn't sleep. Two days he had been very patient with going through every maps of Essetir, finding shortcuts and secret route to Castle Fyrien but the hope of finding Merlin alive become thinner and thinner with times. He whispered silent curses to his father for sending his uncle. Finding the werewolves is important, but was it necessary for him to send his uncle? He is not a fifteen anymore.

Sighing, he laid down on his comfortable bed, placing an arm over his eyes as he wondered if Merlin is okay. His heartache painfully as an image of Merlin being beaten up and bleeding somewhere—worst, he might be already been fed to the wolves. Groaning, he sat right back up with his heels on the ground. He can't stand of staying in the camp anymore and grabbed his bag of supplies and headed out.

He walked to Leon's tent and gives him a light shake on the shoulder. The blond knight looks startle but relaxed as soon as he realized that it was the prince who woke him. "Sire," he started.

"Shh…" Arthur hushed him and nodded toward Hanthur's tent.

Leon nodded understandingly before picking up his ready-to-go bag of supplies, which is resting next to his bedside. Arthur and he went to Hanthur's tent next.

Lancelot was sitting with his back against the wall. It has been a few hours since they took Merlin and Anastasia from the prison cell. Elyan hasn't waked up yet but his fever is slowly fading. Still, he can't help but worry about his friends. It would have been easier to escape if the whole place is not crawling with werewolves.

Suddenly, the chocolate-color man stirred and his eyes fluttered open. Lancelot quickly went to his side. "Hey, hey, are you okay?" he asked.

Elyan looked scare for a second but it quickly fade when he realized he was back in the prison cell he was first brought in before he went into the interrogation with that blond bitch of a witch. He never thought in his life that he would feel safe in the prison cell of all places. "Lance," he said in relieved, sitting up and rubbing his still aching head. Then he realized the child centaur and the short dark hair man was gone. "Where is Anastasia and the other man go?" he asked.

The dark hair wanderer grimaced. "They took them."

Elyan give him a disbelieved stared. "And you let them?"

"Of course not! There were many of them. I couldn't fight them all," Lancelot yelled defensively.

Elyan regret his words. He should have not doubt his new friend. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "What happen?"

Lancelot shrugged. "They came in here and just took them. I couldn't do anything as they held me down."

Again, Elyan rubbed his head frustratingly. "It's my fault that man was in here. He is my responsibility. I shouldn't have—"

The Wanderer put his hand on the chocolate-color man's shoulder. "It is not your fault. You were under a very a dangerous interrogation spell."

"But he was in here because of me."

Lancelot gives him a questioning stare. "Why are you here?"

Elyan stared at him for a good few seconds, debating if he should tell this new friend about his life. He has been through a lot the past year running around the five kingdoms. He also sees a lot too—from bad magic user to good magic user and from nasty creatures to beautiful creatures. "Well," he started. "At first, I went into the world determined to prove to my king that I am not like…" He looks hesitant for a bit. "My father…who had gives in to magic. I was confused about my father's action and was furious at him for helping people with magic."

Lancelot gives his chocolate-color friend a skeptical stare, wasn't sure if he hate the magical beings.

He rolled his eyes as he saw how his wanderer friend looks at him. "I don't hate them anymore. On my journey I realized that magic is just like a weapon. It depend on the wielder," he said with a sigh. "It is why I can't return home because I see things different now and I understand why my father did what he did."

"Why can't you go home?"

Elyan laughed dryly. "Come on, I can't go back to Camelot and watch my king kill innocent witch and wizards. Not when I know there are good in magic, not just evil."

"You're from Camelot?"

Elyan nods. "Born and raise there. I have a sister too," he said, smiling. "Her heart was broken when our father died. She was such a sweetheart."

Lancelot smiles along with his friend. "What's her name?"

"Guinevere."

Merlin stretched his legs and arms up as he woke up from a blissful sleep. He hasn't slept this good for the past few weeks. He opened his eyes to meet the afternoon light that were gleaming down from the window behind the white curtains; he realized that he wasn't in his room. Of course he is not in his room, the bed is way too comfy. He quickly sat up and looks at his surrounding. He is definitely not in Camelot or the little prison cell with Lancelot and the child centaur.

The room was as huge as Arthur's room back in Camelot but it was empty with only white marble walls and the large comfy bed he was on. There is noise to his right side and when he looks toward it he saw a large balcony with a round stone table in the middle and four matching chairs. He swung his legs over the side of the beds and walked onto the balcony and gasped as he saw dozens of Wyvrens flying around the castle of Fyrien and there were humans taken into the castle in chains.

"I see that you are awake?" said a silky voice from the door, which startled Merlin.

He turns around and stared at the new stranger with wide eyes in surprised and awe. The person who is standing in front of him is a beautiful man—about the same height as Merlin but with long straight red hair and deep emerald eyes—holding a silver trade of a set of teapot and two cups. As he lower his eyes to the man's stomach Merlin realized that the stomach was round like a pregnant woman's belly round.

He smiled gracefully as he noticed the warlock have noted his stomach. "My name is Alastair," he introduced himself as he strolled into the balcony and lay the brass trade down.

Merlin glared change from surprise to suspicious in a distance at Alastair as the beautiful man place a cup in his direction. "Are you the one who brought me here?" Merlin asked.

"No," Alastair answered honestly and pours them some hot tea. "It was Rigiel who brought you here. I apologized for his…ill competency. He was never very good with hospitality skills anyways."

"You are the same as him, a werewolf?" Merlin asked.

Alastair laughed at the question, which seem to puzzle the young warlock. "No, I'm not a werewolf but we are relate in someway," he answered but it still leave Merlin confused. "You sure know so little of the magic world, Emrys." His green eyes glistering toward the darken blues one. "It is not a secret of who you are in the world of Magic. It is say you are the only one who can bring magic back so it is wise that we don't harm or offend you in any ways."

Merlin went silence for a few long seconds. He doesn't understand why would he be brought here and he wondered where Lancelot and Anastasia are right now? Are they still in the prison cell? And what does this Alastair want with him? " Where are my friends?" he asked.

"The human and the centaur? They are fine," he replied airily. "But I am not sure how long your friend, Elyan, would last. Maybe not tonight if he doesn't get any help."

Merlin's knitted in anger. Even though he had no idea who this Elyan is, no one should die. "What do you want from me?"

Alastair sighed and rests a hand on his round stomach soothingly. "I need you to find my husband."

The warlock gives him a confused stare. "Your husband?"

He nods before gesturing the young warlock to sit. "If you want to know, I will tell you but it is a long story. It is best for you to sit," he said politely. Merlin doesn't trust this creature in front of him but right now, he could felt his magic was not fully recovered. It is not wise to use it now. After a few seconds, he decided to listen to what Alastair has to say and took a seat facing him. "I'm a Lycan," Alastair started. "We can control our form better than werewolf—although, we did taught them to control their wolf form for the last ten years."

"You taught them?"

The Lycan nodded. "Even though the Lycan and the Werewolf are very alike when they transform, Lycan can control their urges to kill. But Werewolf in the other hand, they can't control and kill at will—friends or foe."

"What make you change your mind and help these poor creature? I don't believe it was from the goodness of your heart?" Merlin sneered.

Alastair's eyes matches Merlin's. Merlin could see that the Lycan's face held up high with grace but his eyes held shame. "Lycans originated from Werewolf. We evolved into a better breed over time. We can retain our human intelligences and personalities during our wolf form. So because we were smarter, we kept the werewolf as our slaves."

Merlin's brows furrowed. "So you enslaved your ancestors?"

"It's not something we are proud of."

"Really? Did you think of that now after the great purge?"

"Yes," Alastair replied, sounded almost like reluctantly. "But we did good for them now. We taught them how to control their form."

"And you couldn't done that earlier?"

"I was only three years old when Uther slaughter my clan. I wasn't even old enough to know what slaves were," he said defensively and Merlin could see him speaking as if it was from experience. "My whole clan was burn to the ground within one night. I was saved by a couple of werewolves who was apparently my family's slaves…I-I didn't even know about the slave thing until I met my mate," he said honestly.

"Your mate?"

Alastair blinked as lean back to his seat.

This time, Alastair didn't hide his shame but Merlin didn't say anything since he could see a great sadness in the Lycan's eyes. "Three months ago, my…mate, Ulrik, and the Lycans went on their daily hunt and they never returned," he replied in a settling voice. "And then Rigiel show up with them."

Merlin gives the Lycan a questioning stare. "Them? Who are 'them'?"

"Shape-shifters," he answered hauntingly and Merlin gaped. Merlin knows of the shape-shifter. He heard horrifying tales of them from the elders back in Ealdor. They terrorized the land even before the great purge. Last time, anyone heard of them, all the kings of all kingdoms have seal them away in the Bildungsroman forest. So how the hell did this one Werewolf release them?

"How did they escape?"

Alastair shook his head; genuinely show that he doesn't know. "I was kept as a prisoner here," he throw his hand up to the quarter of the castle.

Merlin leaned forward, glaring at him piercingly. "There is a reason why you're telling me all of this, isn't it?"

Alastair nodded, apprehensively "I need your help."

Merlin scoffs with a taunting laugh. "You threaten a life of a…" he paused, thinking if he should consider this stranger named Elyan a friend. He shook his head a little. Even though, Elyan is not a friend, he is still a living human being and that is a good enough reason to help the fellow. "…person and now you are asking for my help? Why should I help you?"

"Because you will need my help too."

"No, I don't—"

"You are with child, Emrys, and you will need my help if you want to live and that child to live," Alastair said sternly, pointing to Merlin's flat stomach, which confused him.

Merlin shook his head. "No. You are lying."

"You're pregnant, Emrys," he said with the tone of fatality to it.

Still, Merlin doesn't believe the Lycan one bit but as his eyes stray to the man's round belly, he knows it is possible that Alastair is telling him the truth. "I'm a male. I can't be pregnant."

"Emrys, in the magic world, you can."

Merlin stood up all suddenly and rest his palms onto the cold stone table, inhaling. He can't be pregnant. There is no way he is. Because if he is then there is no doubt that the child he is carrying right now belong to Arthur. He closed his eyes, mortified as he taking this frustration in. "You're lying," he said, haltingly.

Alastair grabbed Merlin's wrist and before he could act on it, the Lycan whisper a spell before placing it to the warlock's stomach. Merlin could hear a heartbeat, one that was not his own. "This is your child's heart," Alastair said sternly as their eyes piercing into each other. "In the magic world, as long as you and your lover are true mate and have magic, a child is not impossible to make. You are pregnant, young warlock." He slowly let go of Merlin's hand but Merlin didn't removed his own hand and continue to feel the life that was living inside of him. "But you will need help. Male pregnancy is different from female pregnancy."

He glared at him. "I can do my own research."

"Do you really think you will find anything about male pregnancy in the world of men? Just a moment ago, you didn't even know about your own unborn child. In the world of men, you won't find any information about them. They already got rid of all the books of the magic world," Alastair said confidentially. "You will need me if you want your child to live." He pointed to the warlock's stomach.

Merlin didn't say anything. He knows the life that was growing inside his stomach is real. He can feel it now but he is still working on believing it. In his head, he has no idea how to take in this new information. He had studied about magic with Gaius for the last two years, how did he miss about male pregnancy in the magic world? And why didn't Gaius tell him about it? It could be that the information isn't important enough since his mentor probably didn't know about his attraction to the Camelot prince.

As he thought of Arthur, a panic feeling suddenly took over his body. How will he tell the prince about the child? How would he explain to anyone if his stomach suddenly grows? He would have to leave Camelot and Arthur. A new anxiety sensation overwhelms at the notion of leaving the prince unprotected in the hand of Morgana in the kingdom while he was away. It also come to him that it was already obvious that that most of the magical living knows of his name, if his enemies know of his true identity then they will come for the child, especially if they know the child belong to Arthur.

He feels sickening to the pit of his stomach as he whispered, "I don't want it."

Alastair stared at the warlock in disbelieved. "What?"

Merlin looks at him in the eyes, hardheartedly. "I will help you get your mate back but I want you to get rid of this child for me."

It was the Lycan who was quiet this time. He couldn't believed what he is hearing from the warlock, who was suppose to save the magic world, wanting to get rid of his own innocent unborn child. He brings his hand to his round belly protectively. It pains him terribly of the thought of losing his child. He doesn't want to agree of helping the warlock to get rid of an innocent life but he needs his mate. Only his mate can freed him and the other werewolves who were still held prisoners in this awful place. It is selfish but many lives are at stakes.

"As you wish," said Alastair reluctantly.

Merlin blinked and inhaled shakily as he could feel his heart break a little for his decision. This is just not the right time for this child to be born. War is coming as Hanthur, Arthur's true future heir, had informed him. He cannot leave Arthur's side right now. "I have a request, though," he said.

"What is it?"

"I would like to take the prisoner Lancelot and the Centaur Anastasia with me on the journey," he said.

Alastair studied the warlock closely and answered, "You can take the prisoner but not the centaur or Elyan."

"Why not the centaur?"

"Because Rigiel removed her from this castle already."

"To where?"

"I do not know," he answered honestly. "But I believe they are building an army."

"Who is?"

"There was a dark wizard who came here with Rigiel. I do not know his name or what he looks like. I just know him as the man in a black cloak. He came here once every month with a new mission every time for Rigiel. Different prisoners from human to any magical creature was brought here before they were removed to another location," he replied, standing up and gesture his hand for the warlock to follow him. Merlin did. "My husband and his Lycans always taken the young werewolves hunting every full moon, to train them how to control their killing urges. They didn't return from their last hunt, which was about three months ago. Then Rigiel, who we thought dead, came to our hideout and brought us here. Whoever disobeyed would be slayed on the spot. As the leader of our group, I would rather be killed than obey but…" Merlin saw the Lycan paused and soothed his belly again, it makes Merlin hated himself. "Rigiel's parents were the one who raise me and my brother. It was heartbreaking to see him turn to be something so vile."

"Why did he—"

"A few weeks ago, Matthias, the warrior mouse, came to me and told me he had found my husband," Alastair interrupted, obviously doesn't want to speak of his history with the Werewolf whom took him as a prisoner. He continued his way down many halls. Merlin saws many eyes of werewolves on him. Why don't they just change back to their human form? "They are not werewolves," Alastair's voice flow into the warlock's mind as he read his mind.

Merlin's eyes widen in surprise, realized that the Lycan is not actually speaking to him directly. He is using his mind like the Druid can.

Alastair took his hand and led him away from the ill creatures' curious eyes. "My husband and the survivors Lycan and werewolves are held in the Perilous Land of the Fisher King."

"The Perilous Land? But how are we going to get there? Isn't it like a maze there?"

"Yes, which is why Matthias will be going with you. He will lead you to the Perilous Land," Alastair walked down the stairs and Merlin realized they are going into the dungeon. "I already have my maid prepare food for you. You will find it a mile away at the east from the escape route."

"Will you be in trouble for this?"

"Rigiel won't hurt me," he assured as he took a torch from the wall and leading them toward the damp hall. "But when you meet my mate, give this to him. He will knows I send you," he took a necklace with a pendant of a black tree imprint on it from his neck and hand it to Merlin. "Show him this and he will know that I send you." He instructed and Merlin nods understandingly.

"Will the werewolves know? Don't they have a great sense of smell?"

"Werewolves, yes. Shape-shifter, no." He opened a gate and lead the warlock in. "Come on."

Lancelot sat there, couldn't believe that this man who is sitting in front of him is the brother of the woman he have love and left her a year ago. Was it fate or just a coincidence? Before he could ask any more questions, the cell's door open and he realized that it was Merlin and a beautiful man with a round belly?

Merlin could see the looks in both of Lancelot and Elyan's face that this is the first time they witnesses male pregnancy. "No time to explain," he said to them. "Lancelot, we have to go. I will explain on the way. Elyan, we haven't really introduced each other. I'm Merlin and I cannot take you with me but I will come back for you," he promised, grabbing the confused Lancelot's arm and pulling him out from the prison cell.

"Wait! What is going on?" asked Elyan.

The pregnant beautiful man steps up. "I'm sending them to get help. If Rigiel found you gone. He will track you down since you are the one that they wanted, not them. Please for the moment, cooperate with me," he said gently.

"Why should I trust you?" Elyan demanded, still not convince.

Merlin came forward. "Because he is all we got," he said sternly and Lancelot knows this pregnant stranger is not evil if Merlin trusted him.

Lancelot looks to his chocolate-color friend. "I'm coming back for you."

"And if I die before then?"

"I won't let that happen," said the pregnant man. "I know Rigiel is on another mission right now. He won't be back for two weeks as long as you stay here. If you leave here, the shape-shifters will inform him and then more lives will be at stakes. I promise you I will make sure you won't get hurt." He promised.

Lancelot and Elyan exchange look. "I will be back for you."

Elyan still look skeptical but he doesn't to risk other lives because he wants to leave this dreary cell. "All right," he finally gives in. "But promise me, you wouldn't leave me here even if I'm dead."

Lancelot gives his friend a quick hug. "I swear with my life, I won't leave you here or let you die," he promised and both of them gives each other an understanding nod before they left Elyan and the pregnant man lock the cell door again.

It took Alastair less then fives minutes to sneak both Merlin and Lancelot out from the castle. After half a mile away from the castle, Alastair turns to them. "This is as far as I can go," he informed them. "Travel another half miles from here, you will meet up with Matthias and your supplies." He pointed to a the forest up the hill.

Merlin and Lancelot nod understanding.

"Good luck," said Alastair.

Merlin gives him a small smile. "You too." Then they started running up the hill and disappear into the forest.

A/N: okay since you all have been such a great crowd and very patient with me. Here is the spoilers for the next few chapter so stay tune :D oh and they are not in order so don't get confuse.

SPOILERS FOR THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS:

Arthur is standing back to back with Hanthur. Both of them had their swords unsheathed and holding itbefore them defensively as more then ten werewolves surrounded them. Their eyes are glowing gold and their lips growling, showing their sharp teeth. The prince wasn't sure if he and Hanthur are going to make it out of the Bildungsroman forest alive. It is not that he is afraid to die. He has been to many battles during the Great Purge but he never has fought with werewolves. Werewolves were supposedly died out way before he could even pick up a sword.

He turns to the younger man and for a moment they share the same thought and give each other an understanding nod before running toward their death.

"You can't be serious, Merlin. Killing it won't solve anything," Lancelot shouted as he is running after his magic friend down the hill.

"I cannot give birth to a child when there is a battle coming, Lancelot. Please understand," Merlin reasoned with his wandered friend.

"That is what a stranger from the future told you. It doesn't mean it can be true."

"That stranger is Arthur's true future heir you are talking about."

"So he said."

Merlin stop suddenly and his friend almost bump into him as he turn to face him. "Lancelot, Arthur will never accept this child. Arthur would want to kill it and kill me in the process."

"How would you know for sure he doesn't want this child?"

Merlin's face saddens greatly. "Because Arthur is Uther's son." Tears suddenly slipping from his eyes as he admitted it.

Lancelot was shock to hear it coming from Merlin's mouth. Ever since meeting the young warlock, he always said Arthur is different and that he is not like his father. Now he is admitting Arthur is like his father and Lancelot doesn't know how to reply.

Gwen run as fast as her legs can carry her. She can feel the ground trembling as she is running for her life. Behind her was a giant tree and it is angry with her and wanting to squashed her with its' feet. Coming to Bildungsroman forest is a mistake. She couldn't see Percival any more, probably abandoned her already. She couldn't believe she is going to die in this dark forest.

Arthur was frozen wordlessly by Merlin's confession. He could feel his heart pounding rapidly and he know he was happy from it. He was going to answer Merlin but then Gwen's innocent and smiling face and his father's voice thundering about his responsibilities to the kingdom came into his mind. He pulls away from Merlin as guilt suddenly wash over him like he was splash with cold water. "Merlin, I can't do this," he said apologetically, and it hit Merlin like a physical blow.

His hands are shaking, looks very confused and hurt. "But I thought—"

"I can't hurt her," Arthur huffed out and moves further away from his manservant.

Merlin's lips thinning and his eyes furrow. "No, of course not," he said, try to control his voice. "But you can hurt me."

"My mother and I..." she paused and swept her small and thin fingers through her blond hair. "My grandfather—the eel merman—put an ancient enchantment on us when Prince Gunthur became king. We can never age until we found our true love;someone who will protect us. A kiss will break the spell."

"Let me guess, Leon kiss you?"

She looks at him sadly. "Five hundred years, Hanthur. It took five hundred years to find my true love. Do you know what's like to be immortal? For three hundred years, I watched all my friends died one after another. I stop making friends after those three hundred years. I don't see a point of making them when I have watch them died."

As Hanthur gazed to her, he realized she was crying. He sighs, hating himself for being cruel to her all this time. Sitting up, he walks over to her and put his arm around him. She was surprised but he ignores it with a blush. "I guess we have something in common after all, little mermaid," he said.

It wasn't much but she smiled and that is all Hanthur care.

Arthur lean forward to the younger man and hissed, "You wouldn't even kills the werewolves if they did murder Merlin? Werewolves are a vicious kind and my father is right to destroy them."

The boy glare up to the prince, anger tears are trailing down from his eyes now. "They are not the one that is vicious. It is us human who are vicious for we are the one is killing them, invading their land like a plague."

"Then tell me why they kill those innocent in the tavern?"

"Isn't it obvious? We are the one who murder their kinds first?"

"Magic is dangerous."

"I don't remember Werewolves ever use magic before, my prince," he snarled irritably. "Why did they attack our kind? Same reason as human when intruder enter their territory. Is it so wrong for them to kill to protect their own kind when we are doing the same thing? We are not so different from each other."

As much as Arthur hated to be wrong, he couldn't ignore of what Hanthur have said. He can't allow him to walk free for speaking ill of his father. He unsheathed his sword and glare at the younger man. "Draw your sword."

"Sometime I do wish that there will be no magic in this world. It was magic that took everything and everyone from me," Hanthur said.

"But, it was magic who brought you into the world, Hanthur," said Evelyn.

"If the world would have been saved by destroy all magic then I would wish not to be born."

"You can't mean that."

"But I do."

Tears swell up in Merlin eyes as his face crumble into despair as everything crashing down on him. "I can't do this," he said with realization how pity he is. "I can't do this anymore."

"Merlin," Gwen attempts to grab his hands but he pull away and look at both of them in disappointment.

"I quit," he said and finally Arthur looks up to him. "I quit."

"Hanthur," Evelyn said and Hanthur stop as he saw the trouble look on her face.

"What is it?"

She looks hesitant for a moment. "Merlin is pregnant."