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Sorry for the late update…

Most of you voted DO so I am going to show the slave place and I hope you like my idea's (even if Prince Arthur doesn't)

Anyway I will say no more and I hope you enjoy the chapter and reviews are always welcome!

Arthur looked down at the watery basin; it was time to leave his best friend's empty room. He was soon traveling again, through the many houses of the dead and the souls that had been missed by many at one point, Arthur seemed to be travelling for quite a while, longer then it took to get to another person's on average, Arthur didn't notice this when he was travelling to Merlin's room, probably because he was all confused about Arthur's kidnap. Just how far away in the future was his friend's death?

Finally he arrived at his own, occupied, room.

"Hello." He said. Lancelot, Gwaine and Elyan turned around from the vision.

"Arthur, are you alright?" Elyan asked.

"Yeah, where did you go?" Gwaine asked.

"Merlin's room,"

"What?" They all asked.

"He hasn't died… has he?" Gwaine asked.

"What do you think Gwaine?" Arthur asked rhetorically. "Balinor, Merlin's father, told me…"

After Arthur had told them the recent events of him and Balinor they were all quite amazed.

"I've never heard about that before." Lancelot said.

"Yeah, well as he said it's rare to go into someone's room." Arthur explained.

"I thought it was a bit strange how Merlin suddenly changed his mood." Gwaine said.

"That was you telling him though." Elyan said.

"Yeah, yeah it was." Arthur smiled, realising that this was the first time he had talked to his closest friend in nearly fifteen years.

He looked down the basin, not expecting to see anything but then the face of his son rippled into view.

"Arthur?" Arthur asked. "I thought you said I wouldn't see him."

"Maybe Merlin has given you a bit of faith; you know that he's on the way to rescue your son." Lancelot explained.

"Okay," Arthur said slowly, he didn't know if he wanted to see his son in this place, but he wouldn't be seeing it if he didn't.

MW

Arthur slowly woke up, where was he? A cell, it was definitely a cell. His head hurt, memories slowly started clawing its way into Arthur's mind. The men, Percival, the Knights, unconscious, they used magic, magic, used in an evil way; he had never seen anything like it. They drugged him, how could someone be so vile? He didn't know how long he had been here but he still felt drowsy, he had a headache, he had been sleeping on a cold stone floor, a pile of hay nearby. It was dimly lit; one barred window right at the top was the only evidence of light. The sun outside was setting; soon it would be very dark in the room. The door was made of strong metal only had a thin window at the top which was used to check on prisoners.

Arthur shared with a few other people, three women and a girl, Arthur's age maybe a year younger. The room wasn't that big, five metres wide and ten meters long.

After silence for a few moments the window on the door opened and a pair of eyes looked through. The window closed again. A few minutes later it re-opened but with a different pair of eyes. It closed and then the door opened, the other people in the room shuffled back into a corner.

Jarl came through smiling like a madman, Arthur was sure that he was.

Arthur stood up to face him but his hands were bounded together by some thick chains.

"Ah, my little Prince, how's slave life for you?"

"What do you want from me?" Arthur asked angrily.

"Isn't it obvious?" Jarl said, rolling his eyes. Some of his guards laughed, probably out of force. "Your mother is happily going to pay me gold just to get her little brat for a son back." Arthur winced a bit at the words chosen, at times like these he really wished that his father was here in situations like this.

"She wouldn't pay you." Arthur said.

"Oh but she would, funny how ransoms work, she pays me or I send Camelot's future into slavery for the rest of his life, she's got five days left or you will be sent to work in a cave finding gold and jewels that your mother buys her lovely dresses with." Jarl said simply. "I can be a very generous man but if my money isn't in my castle by the moon orbit is done, I will hand you over like that." He said, clicking his fingers harshly in Arthur's face. "This lot only have one day and then there going to be wives." He said pointing to the women who were trying to look away from Jarl. "Except for you honey," he said fake-sweetly to the girl. "You're going to stay here until someone actually thinks that they could put up with a weak maid." The girl eyes turned into slits and glared at the man until one of the woman guided her face away from him, worried for their own lives. "Eyes aren't going to make me afraid sweetheart." He snarled. "If you try and trick my men as your so dead father did then I will make your life very hard." He laughed evilly and then left the room.

"My father was here? WHY WAS MY FATHER HERE?" Arthur yelled but no reply came. He sat back down and put his head in his hands. His father was here? Why and how? Had he been caught when he was a boy or a man? Arthur felt betrayed somehow but he had gotten away, that brought a flicker of happiness in to Arthur's eyes for a second, that he gotten away and shown men like Jarl but it left, his father, or any man of Camelot wasn't here to help him. Not this time.

"You're the Prince of Camelot?" The girl asked one of the women dragged her back into the corner.

"Yes," Arthur said, she had pale skin with brown hair and green eyes she was quite beautiful but she looked ill and had dark circles under her eyes she was also very thin.

"I used to live in the lower town." She smiled.

"Used?" Arthur asked.

"I've been here for five months." She said.

"Five months?" Arthur asked in shock.

"Yeah, it's been a while."

"Why? I mean how were you taken?"

"My family and I went for a picnic, it was just after the harvest, many families do it for a celebration you see, there were many there but none of them saw it either. We were so happy; it's one of the only days that you can go on the Queen's land without being charged. Then they just came, my family didn't see it happen, I offered to fill up the water skins, my parents never saw me again." She said sadly.

"I'm sorry; I know how horrible these people are."

"Don't be, the Queen has given my family another chance, apparently. My uncle has magic, he always managed to keep it secret but he's really nice, my parents used to say that he could have died but I don't know why." She said slowly.

"Why would do they take people though, what's the point?" Arthur asked.

"You heard him, he sells people to make money." She said coldly.

"That's disgusting." Arthur said, outraged that someone could be cowardly enough to do that.

"I know." The girl said emotionlessly.

"So what happens here?" Arthur asked.

"Not much, they don't feed us much, new people come in and people leave. Mostly they're woman but there were two brothers around ten but they got sold. It can get lonely sometimes most of the people in here don't talk." She said, shifting a glance at the woman behind her.

"But we must not be the only people in, are there more cells, all over the castle?" Arthur asked.

"I've heard rumours, people say things. Things about a pit, people are made to fight to the death, the other one gets set free." She explained.

AW

"I remember that place." Gwaine said darkly.

"It was horrible there. I should have killed Jarl when we had the chance to escape." Arthur said bitterly.

MW

"Do you think you or I will get thrown in there?" Arthur asked a chill going through his spine. The girl gave a noise that could have been thought as a laugh but there was no cheerfulness in it.

"No, it's only men; all of Jarl's men are sexist pigs. All of the woman and children are in the cells, while the men are used for entertainment."

"How can Jarl live with himself?" Arthur asked in a disgusted tone.

"Not used to the outside world are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"There are people like this everywhere; the people that live in the lower town have to live in unsafe conditions, there are loads of people like Jarl, even in Camelot." She said. Arthur felt it hard to take this all in, people in the place he called his home, were like Jarl.

"I'm… sorry if people like you are treated like that." Arthur said truthfully. She shrugged. "To be honest, sometimes I think that there are people like Jarl where I am. There not mean but they make me feel like I'm being kept like a slave, not letting me leave the life of a Prince, I can't live a life like you or any of the other children of Camelot, my only friends ('Except Fredrick' Arthur thought.) are the Knights and the nobles children, my mother gives me opportunities to make friends but all of them… well most of them… are too afraid of me to even speak to me. But you, you talk to me normally and I only know one other person who isn't noble but talks to me in a normal way." Arthur said. The girl gave a weak smile.

"Five months ago I would have been like all of the Camelot children but when I'm in this place I don't give a damn if another person is in higher blood then me, I've already been pushed down enough from Jarl and I don't need it from anyone else. In this place, we're all the same, in this place, we're not Princes or servants, we're slaves." She said harshly.

"I agree." Arthur nodded. "I miss home and I wish more than anything to get back home but at least I met you, I've never met anyone like you, you don't care who I am, even my friend Fredrick sometime puts my title before my name." Arthur smiled.

"Fredrick?" she asked. "You know Fredrick, the farmer's son?"

"Yes."

"My mum's friend is his mother, we're good friends." She smiled.

"Really, you're friends with Fredrick?" he asked, smiling, she did too, for the first time in ages it looked like. "What's your name?" Arthur asked.

"What's yours?" she asked.

"You know."

"No, I know you as Prince Arthur. Who are you really?"

"I'm Arthur, Arthur Pendragon." Arthur Pendragon introduced.

"I'm Iylia, Iylia Lloyd." Iylia Lloyd smiled.

"Nice to meet you… Iylia." Arthur ginned.

"You too Arthur," Iylia said warmly,

AW

"I see a little connection going on." Gwaine smiled.

"There just friends," Arthur said quickly, although this is how he and Gwen started off. Gwen not caring about who he was and Arthur just wanting to be himself.

"I think that Iylia is like Gwen." Lancelot said. "She and Arthur get on a lot."

"Yeah, they do." Arthur said quietly.

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It was dark and no one had entered their room in ages. Arthur and Iylia had been talking about several things; they had a lot of things in common.

"I've seen you before, I come up to the castle grounds sometimes to do errands, I saw you a couple of times, you even bumped into me and said sorry once. It was a couple of weeks before I was taken." Iylia said.

"Really, I don't remember that… I mean, I'm sure I would have remembered you."

"No, I wasn't who I am today, I quickly apologised and then ran off." She said modestly. "I watched you sword fight a couple of times, you're very good at it. A few of my friends were watching, they all fancy you." She said casually.

"What?" Arthur said, redness coming to his cheeks. "Really, they do?"

"No," Iylia said. "I just wanted to see your reaction." She laughed, Arthur laughed embarrassingly too, even one of the women behind them laughed. "But they might do, all the girls in Camelot probably do." Arthur felt a bit uncomfortable, he didn't know that people actually fancied him; he had never talked to any girls of his age before. Didn't they have to know him before they started to like him? "I guess it's just because I'm a Prince huh." He said, rolling his eyes.

"I think you guessed right." Iylia said.

The door opened, making all of them jump. One of the soldiers walked through. He threw a piece of bread at Arthur and then walked out, slamming the door shut.

Arthur picked up the piece of bread.

"Why didn't you get any?" he asked.

"Because we're not of royalty," Iylia said sadly. They were both sucked back into darkness. Iylia's speech was useless, Jarl still thought Arthur of higher blood, they were actually happy in each other's company and then the door opened back into the real world and the world of realisation came back.

He broke up the bread and gave it to Iylia and the women as well, who thanked him gracefully and then quickly swallowed the bread looking like they hadn't eaten in days, Iylia ate it slowly, looking like she wanted to save it, who knew when they were going to eat next?

"It's going to be alright." Arthur said to himself but he felt like he was saying it to someone else as well.

End of a chapter that I hope you all liked : )

The name is pronounced I-li- a just to say.

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