Merlin had just wanted to get through to uni. He had forsaken freinds long ago as not to let past repeat it self. Getting close to people he found can kill. when he comes to the Academy he finds the past coming crashing around him like glass. Death walks again. This isn't your recarnation story. This is real life, Love, emotion, trust, betrayl, trust, forgiveness, friendship.

Merlin took each step painfully, his breath labored and hard to bring to his poor sick lungs. He looked ahead, the sunlight of the after noon bathed Arthur in gold. Arthur...his goal. He had to reach his goal. Had to reach his goal so he could fly free.

Merlin had tears in his blue eyes, "Magic," he forced out, " Magic can not, shall not, have a place in Camelot. Never. It can not." Please review!

The regin of King Arthur brought peace upon the land. No evil was afoot, no whispers of the dark was heard in the ears of the kingdom. All was fine. So it seemed. What people didn't know, was the the untold happings behind the castle walls. The outlines of a love so defined, so sweet and gental, that it cut like a sword's bite. Stung as it went deep. An outline of a tringle.

Merlin's summer was not what he had expected. He never imagined Arthur would have liked him back. But Arthur's got a girlfreind, a bitch. He's just his best freind with benefits and Merlin lets it be that way becuase it's the only way he feels he has him. Can one phone call from Merlin, telling what he finally found words to say, change anything? or will it stay the same as usal?