Wow, I went M.I.A. there for a bit didn't I. Sorry about that. I discovered FictionPress and got a little carried away.

For all those who are interested, I'm starting to upload my rewritten version of I Will Never Forget on FictionPress. It is now called The Eyes of Magic, and it is under fantasy. I am there under the same name. Hope you guys can find the time to read it and review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, only my mad OCs and this messed up storyline.

Hope you enjoy.

My Lady

The cell seemed, from all points of view, inescapable. Merlin had tried all of the spells he knew to try and break the thick lock that bolted the large door shut, trapping them inside. He was starting to loose patients with the troublesome door. It was a door. He had broken through many of them before, so what was so different about this one? There was no sense of magic that emanated off of it. Even if it were, Merlin's power should have easily overcome it, at least after several attacks.

Will was starting to slip back into his defeated state, loosing all hope once more. For a moment he had believed that escaping might just be possible, but now it seemed all those fantastical ideas had been dashed, replaced with fears of being trapped forever. He had lost count of how long he had been imprisoned here, but a part of him had always thought it wouldn't be forever. Now that part was dying.

Merlin would not be so easily discouraged. He had set his mind to freeing them from captivity, to liberate his friend from this madness. Even if this was not his Will, he still felt the attachment of his childhood friend. He would not leave him here to loose his mind.

He backed away from the door, inspecting it for the hundredth time, as if the clue to how it would be open was somehow hidden there, but it was just a plain cell door. Yet it was more stubborn then any he had ever encountered. Merlin had a dreadful feeling growing in his stomach, the sensation that time was ticking and they had little of it left.

They had to get out, they had to find Arthur, and they needed to find a way to return the Old Mother to her deep slumber. Merlin hated to think of how many other souls were trapped in this horrific place, doomed to suffer their nightmares again and again. He wanted to promise that they would all find peace soon, but he didn't want to make a promise he couldn't keep.

If it weren't for the presence of Arthur, then Merlin would have sworn to not leave without freeing all the souls. They had to fulfill the prophecy and free magic. How many people in this world needed to be saved? But Merlin had never dreamed that the dead would be among them.

"It's impossible." Will leaned against the back wall, his head hanging.

"Don't say that." Merlin wanted to shout in frustration. Will was too easily defeated, nothing like the Will he had grown up with. Maybe that was another difference between his Will and this one, but Merlin had a sense that this Will and his were not so different. This Will had been part of a rebellion, staying loyal right up until his own execution.

What had the last moments of this Will's life been like? Did he feel fear, betrayal, or perhaps abandonment by his fellow conspirators? Why hadn't the other Merlin been able to save him? So many questions that he was afraid to ask, afraid that it would be a touchy subject. He didn't want this Will to relive those moments. He wouldn't be like the Old Mother in that way. Though she had physically created the scenes for these characters to run through, reliving it inside ones mind could be argued as equally painful.

Cornelius Sigan had been quiet for some time now. Merlin didn't know whether to be relieved or worried that the dark sorcerer had gone silent so suddenly, but he was thankful for the silence. Perhaps Sigan had grown tired of yelling, which drew no response from Merlin. He had become bored, his entertainment dull.

Merlin and Will had escaping to keep them busy, though it bore no fruit as of yet. They hadn't even made a dent in the door. Will had suggested that perhaps the door was not the only way out of the cell, but what seemed like hours of searching they had come up with nothing.

This whole expedition seemed to be useless. The cells were built so that no one could get out, and if someone got past the doors the shadows would be there to take care of them. One thing Merlin had noticed was that the cells looked newer then the rest of the house. He guessed that the house had been built first and the cells had been an attachment added on after the fact.

Merlin walked to the back of the cell and leaned on the wall next to Will; his magic had taken quite a bit of energy out of him. His breathing had grown heavier. He rested his head against the wall.

"There has to be a way out." Merlin wasn't going to let his hopes dwindle, not in this place. He feared that if he lost hope for even a second he would loose himself to the madness. He had already seen Will start to slip. If they didn't find a way soon there may be no fighting it, not for much longer.

"I only ever managed to open that door once." Will confessed.

"You did?!" Merlin whipped around to look at him, astonished that he hadn't mentioned it sooner.

"It was mostly my cellmate's doing though." He admitted. "Together we managed to pry the door open enough for one of us to slip out. She said she had a plan and that she would come back for me. She urged me not to loose hope."

"What was she like?" Merlin's voice softened, sensing painful memories in his friend.

"She was strong and she had courage." Will began. "She was the leader of our small group of escapees. The five of us came so close to getting out, but the shadows found us."

"What was her name?" Merlin asked.

"Kevia." Will's eyes seemed distant as he remembered her. "Loyal and true hearted, but she had a tendency to take the weight of the world on her shoulders. It has been too long since I've last seen her. She promised she would come back for me and she is not one to break her promises. I fear the worst for her and our friends."

"I'm sorry." It was all Merlin could think to say. He understood how Will felt, remembering all those he had lost as well. It must be maddening not to know where they were or what had become of them.

He was about to open his mouth to say something else but the sound of someone at the door silenced him. Their eyes grew wide as the sound of someone rattling the handle on the other side of the cell door. It almost sounded as if someone was jingling a key in the lock. Neither of them wanted to think of why someone was trying to open the door. The first thing that came to both of their minds was that the shadows had returned to take them to a much darker place.

Then the jingling stopped and the door creaked open, but only a crack. They heard the sound of feet against the stone hallway outside as someone ran away from their cell. Merlin approached the door and tried the handle. It opened. He peeked out into the hallway and glimpsed the sight of a blue-cloaked figure dashing away from them.

"Come on!" Merlin wasn't going to miss this chance to escape the cell and Will was right behind him. The two of them sped after the stranger, wondering who could have gotten their hands on the key to their cell.

"Wait!" Merlin called after them, but the stranger did not stop. Their pace didn't even slow.

Will and Merlin skidded to a stop when the cloaked figure completely disappeared from view. The two of them were panting. Even though Will no longer had proper lungs to breath with, he still remembered what it was like to be out of breath.

"Who was that?" Will gasped out.

"I have no idea." Merlin wheezed back. "I didn't get a good look at them. What now?"

"We have to find a way out of the Pit." Will decided. "Getting out of the cell was one thing. Now we need to get out of the dungeon."

"You didn't think this far ahead, did you?" Merlin looked over at him questioningly.

"No, I did not." Will admitted, trying to grin, but a wholehearted grin wasn't possible in this darkness.

"Will?" Merlin suddenly stopped, staring at something past Will. "All the doors in here are supposed to be locked, right?"

"Yes." Will said slowly.

"Then why is that one open?" Merlin gulped. Will turned around and saw the door that had caught Merlin's eye. It looked different from the others. It was thicker and made of metal, and it was agar.

"What do we do, do we go through it?" Will took a step towards the door. "Maybe whoever freed us opened this door too."

"Maybe." Merlin nodded, but he was still unsure. "Or maybe its another horror the Old Mother has concocted for us."

"I'm going in." Will decided, taking hold of the prison door's handle. "I'm already dead anyway. What's the worst that could happen?"

He pulled open the door and stepped in. Merlin wasn't going to let him go in there alone, so he stepped through the door, his guard raised. The room was dark and looked nothing like the cell they had been in. He looked down at his feet and it looked like he was walking on darkness, no floor. The whole room was darkness, no walls and no ceiling. Merlin could feel the crushing darkness all around him. Whatever had been locked in here was powerful, and most likely very dangerous.

Merlin's eyes scanned the room. The darkness was never ending, and that's when his eyes spotted it, the inconsistency, and her pale skin contrasting against the black around her. Will and Merlin froze, their eyes wide, but Merlin's heart was beating the fastest, as if it was breaking all over again.

"Freya?" He stammered, and it was, but she did not respond to their presence. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be raised off the ground, floating in the middle of the dark, trapped.

"It's her darkness." Will gasped. "That was her punishment, to be trapped in her own darkness."

"You know her?" Merlin looked over at his friend.

"Freya was with us when we tried to escape." Will's eyes lowered. "It seems all of our worlds had something in common."

"What was that?" Merlin asked.

"You." Will looked up. "You make quite an impact on people you meet, my friend."

"How do we free her?" Merlin looked back to the girl he had watched die in his arms, Will's words still hanging in his mind.

"We can't." Will told him. "But you can. She said you were the one to pull her out of the darkness, showing her that she was loved."

"I…" Merlin didn't know what to say. Freya looked the same as the last time he saw her, still wearing the same dress she had when he set her adrift in that boat, until it was consumed by his fire. He took a step towards where she was floating.

Then he reached up and took hold of her soft hand. They felt the darkness pulse around them, not willing to let go of its prisoner so easily. Merlin gripped her hand, letting all of his emotions and memories of her flow into that single touch, as if calling out to Freya, and she heard him. Her eyelids fluttered. Merlin pulled her down to earth. She looked so graceful as her foot came into contact with the ground, like an angle.

Merlin gasped, and he could hear Will yelp behind him as the darkness screamed. He couldn't wait for Freya to come to, so he scooped her up in his arms and sprinted for the door. Will wasted no time in following them. As soon as they were out the door, Will slammed it behind them, feeling the darkness beat against it.

"Freya?" Merlin shook her gently. There was something different about Freya's presence. It wasn't like Will's presence, which didn't seem quite right, he didn't feel like Merlin's Will, but with Freya it was different. She felt real, she felt like Merlin's Freya, his lady of the lake. His heart leapt as he saw her eyes slide open. She blinked and then found his face.

"Merlin?" The expression on her face was a cross between confusion on joy.

"Hello, my lady."

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I have to say I like how this chapter turned out. It wasn't tragic, but not as bright as my last chapter. I'm trying to create contrast between chapters so they aren't all the same.

Question for you all, are there any characters who died on the show that you want me to bring back maybe?

Hope you keep following, because the first piece of the riddle Atropos gave to Arthur is coming into play.

See you all next time.