Prologue:

Camelot was on fire, burning everywhere. Children called out for their dead mothers, blood ran in the streets. In the middle was a young man, just about of age, eyes gold, laughing. Laughing at the chaos, the mayhem, the desolation. No one noticed the trails of tears sneaking out of his eyes, or how his laugh shook with unspoken emotion.

"Portentum!" called up King Arthur, him and his knights preparing for attack.

"Arthur," said the young man, smiling with mirth. "How pleasant to see you! But have you forgotten my real name?"

"Your name has no matter in this!"

"But we used to be friends….." said the sorcerer, with mock hurt. "And you've forgotten who I am!"

"You will never be him," Arthur snarled. "He would never do this!"

"But I am doing this!" he laughed, eyes pure gold.

"YOU ARE NOT MORDRED!"

Remaining "just friends" with Merlin was torture for Arthur. He and her were technically still married, as they never got a divorce, and she was still technically queen. It killed him inside, being married to her and not being able to kiss her at every chance he got (something he suddenly felt compelled to to). Mordred, surprisingly, had helped him and tried to get Merlin to relent, but the warlock was unbending.

"Mommy!" said Amby, walking home with Merlin and Mordred from the magic school they started. Merlin and Mordred were teachers. "Can you just kiss Clotpole, already? You're making him sad."

When Amby heard Arthur was his father, he christened the king "Clotpole" instead of father or dad (Merlin denied having anything to do with it). The little boy was quite close to his "Clotpole" now, and hated to see him upset.

"Emrys," said Mordred, eyebrows raised in a sympathetic fashion. "You're putting him through hell. Can't you just…..you know?"

Merlin glared, but laughed. "Don't worry. I have a plan."

Indeed, she did. Later that night, the warlock had cornered the king requesting that he meet with her in the great hall. He did, hope bubbling in his chest; maybe she'd finally forgiven him.

"Merlin?" asked Arthur, walking into an empty room. Out of nowhere, a figure with black hair pushed him against the wall and….well. Lips were smashed together, teeth and tongues battling. And then it was toned down, but they still were snogging. And it wasn't like that open-mouths-sucking-on-each-other kind of kiss, but more like sucking-on-each-other's-lips-going-up-for-a-breath-of-air-and-then-going-back-for-more-while-your-eyes-are-closed-the-entire-time-and-you-have-no-idea-why-the-room-is-spinning-or-why-your-stomach-feels-like-it-has-fireworks-going-off-inside type of kiss. Pulling away was almost painful (emotionally). Arthur looked at Merlin and Merlin looked at Arthur and they repeated what they had just done.

There was much rejoicing at the announcement of Queen Merlin forgiving King Arthur.

Camelot was all but heaven for a while. Magic was free and was being honed by the queen herself, the people were happy, the harvest was plentiful, and there were no attacks on the kingdom. All was well.

Happily ever after, the end.

Yeah, right.

Camelot being Camelot, there was an attack with the next three months. Some half-crazed (of half-witted) sorcerer decided the Pendragons should no longer rule. Merlin defeated him easily, without an aid from anyone. Arthur then realized his wife could whoop his ass.

Then next thing that went wrong was they found some poor schmuck that got addicted to black magic. He, too, tried to take over the kingdom, but Prince Ambrose, the two-year old, had taken him and walked away with only a scraped knee.

Just as things got boring again, there was yet again, another attack, which Mordred dealt with using a spell he learned as a child. Either all these enemies were really pathetic or the three magic users were really powerful.

"What is it with these idiots?" Mordred asked, walking between Gwaine and Leon. He had been knighted a short while ago and everyone took a liking to him. He'd grown close to the unofficial Knights of the Round Table and all saw him as something as a younger brother.

"I don't know," said Gwaine, bitterly. Something obviously had pissed him off. "But next time leave some for us, huh?"

"Don't pay attention to him," said Leon, elbowing his fellow knight. "He's just mad that Morgana refused his offer to go on a walk."

"I am not!"

"You're so in love with her though!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

Mordred left the two arguing like children. He chuckled as Gwaine raised his fist while Leon made kissing noises.

Mordred.

He turned, expecting someone there but there wasn't. Weird.

Mordred.

He looked around again, feeling unnerved.

Mordred.

Though he'd never admit, he was getting scared. Hearing voices was not good. He went to Merlin first.

Do not go to Emrys. She is-

He covered his ears, breaking into a run. Merlin's chambers were not far off, just down the hall.

Mor-

"No!" he cried, barging into the room. Merlin stood up and worriedly walked over to him.

"Mor-?"

"Emrys, make it stop!" he said, throwing himself a her and burying his face in her neck. Tears were flowing and he was in hysterics.

Mordred, Child of Spite, Son of Hatred, listen to me. I am your only friend now.

He clung tighter to Emrys, feeling her warmth and trying to find comfort. The voice scared him and he felt more like a child than the man he had just become. "Emrys," he squeaked. "Help."

Merlin drew him tighter (if was possible) and started stroking his hair, a motion that calmed him for some reason. "What's wrong?"

"The voice – a voice, it keeps talking to me! I'm not mad!" he said, bewildered and nearly delirious. "Emrys, help."

Mordred, do not know be afraid. Your fate-

"Emrys!" he cried in between sobs. Merlin really had no idea what to do, so she brought him to the bed and laid him down.

"Mordy, nothing is going to hurt you," she promised, hand holding his. He had a fever, she could tell. "I'm here and the voices won't get you."

"But Emrys-" he started, eyes glazed.

"Shhhhh. I'm here and I'm not leaving. Go to sleep. The voices can't get you there."

He nodded, still gripping her hand like a life line. His eyelids drooped and soon he was snoring. Merlin placed a sisterly kiss on his forehead, before running off to get Gauis.

She and the aged physician were back in no time, but for Mordred, it had been long enough. He was awake and babbling to the air. Upon seeing Merlin, he jumped up and hugged her tight. "Emrys," he muttered. "Hurts."

Merlin was wrong; the voice could still get him while he was sleeping. And they had turned him completely insane.

Okay, I know it's late. I have no excuse. You all may virtually slap me through the computer. *hangs head in shame*

So, today I went back and re-read this story and oh my Rowling...how are you people even reading this? It's terrible! So many spelling mistakes, and twisted plots, and poor use of...everything! Ugggh.

In a weird mood right now...so smile! You're an awesome person! :D

And that first bit that said "Prologue" was just a little sneak peak. ;)

So, anyways, thank you to the great reviewers Jaz Lil Bai Kay, Zoey2012, Luka Knight, Lady Blade WarAngel, fallenangelicwolf, bubzchoc, yanoe, Guest, and WishIwasthere. You get virtual cookies! *pushes cookie through screen* Thank you!

And sorry to all the Starkids who could watch AVPSY. Remember: "Baby, you're not alone, Cause you're here with me. And nothing's gonna bring us down, Cause..." yeah, I only remember this part when listening to it. If your not a Starkid, look away, this is...ummm, yeah I really don't know. Ummmmm...bye.