Dark is the Night

by Jennifer DeNaughel

Uther Pendragon's hatred of magic is so out of the realm of reason that even Arthur can see it is bordering on the perverse. Ordered to hunt down and kill a band of renegade sorcerers, Arthur makes a fatal mistake that could cost Merlin his life. Can he set aside a lifetime of his father's indoctrination and accept magic in order to save his servant and friend?

"Gaius, where the hell is Merlin?" Arthur asked with obvious irritation.

"I am not certain, Sire. He left early this morning. He said he had to see someone."

"I have to go out with the patrol, I can't wait for him. When he returns inform him that he can start looking for a new job," Arthur said slamming the door behind him as he left.

"Yes, Sire," Gaius replied with a knowing smile. For all the prince's bluster, he would never sack Merlin. The bond of friendship between servant and master was far too strong, even if Arthur would be the last to admit it.

Arthur stormed out of the castle and down the steps. Taking the reins from one of the knights, he swung his leg over the saddle urging his horse across the drawbridge before the other men could even mount.

He was angry…furious. Though not all of it was Merlin's doing. His father had given him a nearly hour-long lecture about his duty to him and to Camelot. Now he was heading out to hunt down and kill a band of renegade sorcerers rumored to be plotting against the kingdom.

Uther was so consumed by his fear of magic. He saw enemies in every dark corner of the kingdom. Enemies in his own castle. Blaming everything that befell Camelot on the evils of magic, it was bordering on perverse.

Sometimes he just wanted to say to hell with all of it, take Guinevere and leave Camelot for good. And Merlin of course, after he put him in the stocks for a week for shirking his duties.

"Hah," Arthur shouted, spurring his horse into a fast gallop. He glanced back over his shoulder suddenly feeling the urge to leave the men behind. Thinking better of it he reluctantly slowed his mount.

"Sire, we are approaching the camp where the renegades were last seen," Sir Morten said riding up alongside Arthur.

"Dismount we will continue on foot," Arthur said. He slid off his horse passing the reins to Sir Morten before transferring his sword to his belt. He then grabbed his crossbow and bolts. He spotted several deer as they scattered into the trees, he frowned. "I'd much rather be hunting game than sorcerers today," he grumbled under his breath.

They walked for nearly an hour there was barely any sign of the renegades. Just an abandoned campfire which was still warm and a few scattered footprints. As Arthur scanned their surroundings, a light rain started to fall. "Great, just great."

The rain came down steadily, the trees became obscured by a ghostly fog making it difficult to see anything. Moving slowly along the edge of a ravine, Arthur heard movement. He motioned to his men to fan out and surround the area.

Arthur half ran, half slid down into the ravine, managing to keep his footing in the soft, wet groundcover. Climbing up the opposite side he reached a point where he was able to see above the fog.

It was at that moment he heard shouting. Arthur ran toward the voices, breaking through thick underbrush before emerging into a clearing. There he found every one of his men lying lifeless on the forest floor. He quickly checked for survivors finding none.

It was then that Arthur spotted them. Six figures running away, vanishing into the fog. "Halt!" he shouted. He ran after them until his lungs burned, but they had either eluded him or were lying in wait to ambush him.

The rain was coming down harder. Visibility was poor to say the least. Stumbling around, soaked to the skin, alone and outnumbered was not his idea of a good day. The sorcerers had killed his men and he was sure they had not gone far. He could almost feel their eyes on him.

"Show yourselves!" Silence.

Then suddenly there was movement to his right. A figure emerged from behind a boulder running for a deep gully. Arthur turned and fired his crossbow, then quickly loading another bolt, he fired again. The figure dropped out of sight and Arthur nodded.

"One down."

Making his way toward the gully, he watched and listened. As he approached the area where the sorcerer had gone down. At first, he didn't see anything and started to wonder if he had hit his prey after all.

Rounding a large pile of rocks, Arthur finally spotted the renegade's body. Keeping his crossbow at the ready, he approached cautiously. Still a few paces away, he could see the man was lying on his side facing away from him, head down hill, leg bent at the knee, the crossbow bolt protruding from his thigh.

Arthur froze in his tracks as he recognized the shabby brown leather jacket. Another step and he was on his knees. He tossed the crossbow away then grabbing the shoulders he rolled the body toward him.

"No…Merlin!" Arthur choked on his own breath. He sat down, pulling his servant onto his lap frantically searching for any sign of life. Pressing his fingers to Merlin's neck he felt for a heartbeat. "Merlin!" he yelled again, shaking him.

Arthur grabbed hold of the bolt sticking out of Merlin's chest yanking it out. He did the same with the second bolt in his left thigh. Pulling the scarf from his servant's neck he quickly tied it around the wound in his leg. Examining him further he noticed blood coming from a deep gash just behind Merlin's ear that he must have sustained when he fell.

"Merlin," Arthur shouted as he battled the panic rising from deep in his soul. "You idiot what the hell were you thinking? Why did you run from me?" he asked, his voice breaking.

Arthur slid his arms beneath Merlin's as he scrambled to his feet dragging him out of the rain and into an alcove in the rocks that would at least provide some protection. Carefully lowering him down on the ground, he felt his neck again for a heartbeat.

"Merlin…" Arthur gasped. He dropped helplessly to his knees beside his servant putting his hand on the top of the younger man's head. "Dammit, Merlin…wake up. That's an order!" Arthur said as tears welled up in his eyes. "I'll have you in the stocks for this," he chuckled softly.

"Someone, help!" Arthur yelled at the top of his lungs. "Help me!" But there was no response. No one could hear him. He let his head fall back looking up at the sky as he silently pleaded with the Gods or whoever was listening. "Please, help."

Pressing his hand over the wound in Merlin's chest, Arthur trembled as grief and the cold, wet night overtook him. "Merlin, you cannot die. Not like this," he said as he sat down. Drawing his friend's body against him, he slipped an arm around his neck and shook him gently. "Come on, Merlin." he choked.

The rain had stopped, leaving them in total silence and darkness. Arthur lowered his head resting it against Merlin's. "Someone, help…" he cried softly, his shoulders quivering.

"Arthur."

The voice seemed to come from all around them, like a ripple…a vibration. "Who's there?" Arthur called out afraid he was imagining it.

Arthur opened his mouth again but emitted little more than a gulp. He watched in disbelief as the darkness was pushed back by a brilliant silver-blue light. A tall figure emerged from it, moving purposefully toward them.

"What—who are you?" Arthur asked as the figure drew closer. Then he recognized him…the Dragonlord. "Balinor…"

"Hello, Arthur," Balinor said.

"But you're dead…how?" Balinor looked down at Merlin and Arthur saw what he could only describe as love in his eyes.

"You can help him?"

"I cannot."

"Then why did you come?" Arthur demanded.

Balinor placed his hand over Merlin's heart then lowering his head the Dragonlord uttered words Arthur did not understand. He then rose to his feet.

"Only you can save my son."

"Your son?" Arthur asked.

"Yes, Arthur."

"That cannot be true. Merlin would have told me."

Balinor smiled then looked at his son. "All will be revealed."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Arthur demanded.

Balinor met Arthur's gaze with a gentle smile. "Arthur, you and Merlin have a destiny to fulfill. A destiny foretold since long before either of you were born."

"How can he fulfill this destiny when he is lying dead in my arms?"

"Merlin is not dead, Arthur. Trust in that. It is faith that you must have. Faith in him and in yourself."

"He is alive?" Arthur asked as he watched the Dragonlord step back toward the light.

"My son is stronger than you give him credit for. He is fighting. But to save him you must be willing to go against everything you know. Everything Uther has taught you. To save Merlin you must accept magic, for he is magic."

Arthur looked down at the young man in his arms. Merlin is magic. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked softly. He knew why. Merlin had kept his secret for fear of death and now…

"Tell me how to save him," Arthur said with determination in his eyes.

"You must take Merlin to the high meadow just east of here, beyond the ridge. There you will find a stream. Lie him on the ground next to it. He will do the rest."

Arthur glanced down and when he looked back Balinor was gone. Sliding out from beneath Merlin's limp body he scrambled to his feet. Then grabbing his servant's arms, he lifted him up and over his shoulder.

"Merlin," Arthur said, grimacing as he shifted his weight more evenly, "You, my friend, have a lot of explaining to do."

Struggling to keep his footing, Arthur trudged through the mud, over rain-slickened rocks and thick ground cover. The moonlight filtering down through the clouds and the trees did very little to cut through the darkness. He stumbled a few times barely managing to stay on his feet.

"It's too damn dark," he muttered. Needing a moment to rest, he carefully lowered Merlin to the ground before sitting down next to him. A slight movement of Merlin's hand startled him.

"Merlin?" he laughed softly, touching the younger man's neck. "Merlin, you're still with me…" he said quickly wiping tears of relief from his eyes.

Merlin's hand slowly rotated at the wrist turning palm side up. Arthur watched as a shimmering light began to form in his palm. It grew larger and brighter, morphing into a bluish white orb rising up until it was hovering just above their heads.

Arthur knew that light.

"Merlin," he said, his voice breaking. He turned to his friend whose eyes were still closed placing his hand on his forehead. "It was you…all along."

Getting to his feet, Arthur picked him up slinging him over his shoulder again. "All right, Merlin, lead the way."

The orb floated just ahead, and Arthur followed it while battling a storm of emotions and questions. He pushed them back focusing all his attention on the task at hand. If he couldn't save his best friend none of it would matter anyway.

When they finally reached the meadow, Arthur could hear the rushing stream in the darkness, it was high from all the rain. Reaching the bank, he carefully lowered Merlin to the ground then gently brought his friend's arms up positioning them across his midsection.

Using his sword Arthur cut a piece of his own tunic. After soaking it in the water, he gently cleaned the wound behind Merlin's ear, he was relieved to see the bleeding had nearly stopped.

"Please, Merlin…" Arthur said as the orb hovered and danced around them. He felt Merlin's forehead then his neck before checking the wound in his chest. Then sitting down on the ground, he released a breath running his fingers through his wet hair.

"I do have faith, Merlin. Faith in you…and in myself," Arthur said as he placed his hand on his friend's chest, over his heart. "And I believe in this destiny, whatever it holds for us."

Merlin's hand moved. Then his arm slid off his stomach falling flaccidly into the stream. Just as Arthur reached to pull it from the water, he saw them…shimmering droplets rising into the air surrounding Merlin, gently caressing his skin turning it almost translucent.

"Beautiful," Arthur laughed as he smiled brightly, his blue eyes filling with tears at the ethereal and wondrous display of what could only be magic…Merlin's magic. This is what his father feared…hated? It was beyond anything he ever could have imagined. The air seemed to vibrate, brushing against his face with a touch as delicate as butterfly wings. His skin tingled from the energy and the warmth as they were wrapped in a protective cocoon of light.

Arthur sat mesmerized, his palm resting over Merlin's heart. Little by little he started to feel the flutter of a heartbeat beneath his hand. He held his breath waiting…praying.

"Merlin," Arthur watched as Merlin's eyelids fluttered then opened. He was stunned to see his friend's normally blue eyes alight with feather like streaks of gold.

"Merlin," Arthur said as he rose up on his knees, "I'm here."

"Arthur," Merlin said, his voice breaking, tears sliding down his cheeks as his eyes slowly returned to normal. "I—I'm so sorry…"

Arthur squeezed his shoulder smiling through his own tears. "It's all right," he said.

"You shot me," Merlin said bluntly.

"Yes, I did, but it was your own fault. What were you thinking running away from me like that? How do you feel?" Arthur asked.

"Like I was shot with a crossbow…twice," he muttered.

"What the hell were you doing out here alone?"

Merlin struggled to sit upright. Arthur took hold of his arm to help. "Gilli…" he said wincing as he moved.

"Gilli?" Arthur asked utterly confused.

Merlin dropped his head taking a deep breath. "I came to warn him. He wouldn't listen to me."

"Merlin, what are you talking about? Who is this Gilli?"

"He's a friend…he's…"

"He's what?"

"Gilli is like me…"

"You mean he has magic," Arthur said.

"Yes—no…well, he can use magic."

"I'm not following."

Merlin shifted his body into a more comfortable, somewhat less painful position. "It is difficult to explain."

Arthur took off his cloak wrapping it around Merlin's shoulders. "How about you start by telling me about you? After what I just experienced it is painfully obvious that I don't know you as well as I thought I did."

"I'm sorry." Merlin looked up to meet Arthur's gaze and was surprised to see the prince smiling. "You're not angry?"

"Right now, I am just grateful to see you breathing."

"Thank you…for saving me."

"I had no choice," Arthur said.

Merlin looked at him oddly.

"Apparently, we have this great destiny to fulfill and I sure as hell am not doing it alone," he grinned.

"That's the only reason?" Merlin asked with a crooked grin.

"And I didn't want to have to train another servant."

"Right," Merlin nodded curtly.

Arthur's expression grew more serious. "To be honest…I just couldn't bear to lose you," he said softly. "You are my best friend."

"I'm your only friend," Merlin chuckled.

Tilting his head to the side, the corner of Arthur's mouth lifted in a half-smile, "True."

Merlin shivered visibly causing Arthur to get to his feet. "Come on we need to find some shelter. Get a fire going. I didn't save your life just so you can freeze to death." He reached for Merlin's arms heaving him up off the ground and over his shoulder.

"Ow," Merlin gasped, "Arthur, I think I can walk."

"Shut up, Merlin."

Arthur followed the ridge soon finding what appeared to be a partially collapsed stone ruin. The orb illuminated the interior as he lowered Merlin to the ground propping him up against the wall.

Merlin waved his hand and the orb vanished. He looked at Arthur and shrugged. "I'm not totally useless."

"It would appear not," the prince grinned.

"I wanted to tell you," Merlin said softly.

"You could have."

"I was afraid. I thought…"

"What?" Arthur asked as he arranged pieces of wood in the existing fire pit.

"I thought that you would hate me. That you would either force me to leave Camelot or chop my head off."

"I am glad you have so much faith in me," Arthur said.

"I do, it's just that…"

"It's all right, Merlin," Arthur said then fell silent as he struck the flints in attempt to light the fire. After the third attempt he grew frustrated. "How is it that you always make this look so easy?"

"Forbearnan," Merlin said softly lifting his hand, eyes glowing for just a moment as the fire roared to life.

"That explains it?" Arthur grinned shaking his head.

"Using my magic in front of you feels strange."

"I can't imagine why," Arthur laughed then sat down, his blue eyes reflecting the firelight as he watched his friend across the flames. They were both exhausted, hungry and mentally beaten down, neither wanting to move or speak. Somehow the silence was comforting.

"Merlin," Arthur said sometime later.

"Yeah?"

"What did you mean about the magic? The difference between you and Gilli?"

"Gilli has the ability to use magic as it is channeled through the ring his father left him when he died."

"And you?"

"For me," Merlin said his voice wavering, "For me it is like breathing."

Arthur fell silent.

"I was born with magic. Gaius says I am special, that no one else is like me."

Arthur grinned nodding slowly, "I would have to agree."

"It was The Great Dragon who told me that my gift was given to me alone. That I was destined to protect and guide you."

"The Great Dragon…the Dragonlord…" Arthur leaned his head back against the wall as the pieces began to fall into place. "Balinor really was your father."

"Yes," Merlin said, "I am the last Dragonlord."

"And a sorcerer."

"Not just a sorcerer…I am the one the Druids call Emrys…they say I am the greatest sorcerer to ever walk the earth," Merlin said softly.

"Really?" Arthur asked. There was no pride or boasting in Merlin's voice, only the quiet humbleness that was his nature.

"Yeah," Merlin said swiping at a tear that slid down his cheek.

"And with all your powers you chose to be a servant to the Prince of Camelot. Son of King Uther who has vowed to eradicate your kind from the earth."

"Yes."

Arthur shook his head. "All this time I thought the weight of my own destiny was impossible to bear. Merlin, you have risked so much since the day you arrived in Camelot. Taking your life in your hands, every single day, just by being there."

Merlin chuckled half-heartedly, "Not to mention being poisoned, punched, stabbed, kicked and pelted with rotten fruit. Oh, and saving your life more times than I can even count."

"Saving my life…"

Merlin nodded, "Yes."

Arthur stared at him for a moment. "I know you saved me from the witch and the poisoned goblet, and it is now clear that it was you that sent the light when Nimueh left me to die in the cave even while you were fighting for your own life. How many other times did you save me?"

"It doesn't matter," Merlin said softly.

"It matters, Merlin. Please, tell me."

"The Griffin…"

"But Lancelot killed it."

"It could only be killed by magic. I enchanted the lance he used."

"I see," Arthur said.

"The Questing Beast…"

"What?"

"I killed it, but not before it bit you. You were dying. I went to the Isle of the Blessed in search of a way to save you. Nimueh was there. She gave me water from the Cup of Life, but she demanded a life in return. I bargained my own, but she lied. She tried to take my mother then Gaius…so I killed her."

"Merlin…" Arthur said, but he was at a loss. He had no idea what to say.

"I'd do it again.'

"Because it's your destiny," Arthur said lowering his gaze.

"No," Merlin said as the prince looked at him again, "Because you're my friend."

Arthur smiled sadly then shook his head, "After the way I have treated you, I do not deserve your loyalty."

"True," Merlin grinned his blue eyes glinting with amusement.

Arthur laughed reaching to put another piece of wood on the fire. "How are you feeling? Are you in a lot of pain?"

"It's tolerable."

"I'm sorry I shot you."

"You really need to work on your aim," Merlin said as he shifted positions.

"My aim? I hit you twice," Arthur laughed.

"Yes, but you missed my heart by a mile," Merlin replied.

"A moving target from that distance? That takes skill."

"If you say so, Sire."

Arthur looked over at Merlin thoughtfully his eyes filled with concern. "You should get some rest."

"So should you."

"As soon as it is light, I will find us some food."

"Your father will have sent out search parties by now. What are you going to do when they find us?" Merlin asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean about me…"

Arthur suddenly realized what Merlin was asking and an uneasiness came over him. Merlin was preparing himself for the consequences of Arthur knowing he had magic. The glint of uncertainty and fear in his friend's eyes hit him hard.

"Merlin, you don't really believe that I would ever betray you."

"Not intentionally, no."

Arthur got up and moved toward Merlin placing his hands on his shoulders as he crouched in front of him. "Merlin, look at me."

Merlin raised his gaze to meet his.

"I swear to you. On my life. That I will protect your secret."

"But Uther…"

"My father will never harm you."

"If he ever finds out about my magic and that you knew and did not tell him he will never forgive you."

Arthur shook his head slowly. "Merlin, after everything you have done for me, I owe you my life and I will gladly give it to protect you. I promise no harm will come to you at my father's hand."

"Arthur, you can't…I'm not worth it."

"Merlin, you are worth it."

"Thank you," Merlin said.

"You too," Arthur grinned. "Now let me check your wounds."

"I'm all right…really."

"Come on, off with the shirt so I can get a better look." Before Merlin could react, Arthur pulled his tunic up carefully easing it off over his head. Arthur immediately noticed the large circular scar on his servant's chest, it appeared to be a burn. "What the hell caused that?" he asked.

"Nimueh…she got in a shot before I killed her," Merlin said.

"A shot? With what?"

"A fireball. I avoided the first one, the second time I wasn't so lucky."

"Merlin…"

"It's fine, it's nothing."

"That's not nothing," Arthur said as he turned his attention to the chest wound. The thought of the pain Merlin had gone through for him. "Merlin, from now on there will be no more secrets between us."

"In that case, I have a whole lot more to tell you."

"Later," Arthur said, "After you get some rest and heal."

"Thank you, Arthur," Merlin smiled gratefully.

Arthur nodded then helped him put his shirt back on. "Sleep, my friend," he said helping Merlin to lay down before covering him with his cloak. He sat back against the wall closing his own eyes.

"Arthur…"

"Yes, Merlin?"

"I'm never going hunting with you again."

Arthur laughed tousling Merlin's dark hair. "Sleep, now…that's an order."

"Yes, Sire."

Staring up at the now star-filled sky through an opening in the ruin, Arthur listened to the sound of Merlin's breathing. In the silence, the full weight of what he had done washed over him. Quiet tears slid down his face as his shoulders trembled with silent grief. He nearly killed his best friend.

Merlin opened his eyes. Lying still as he remembered where he was. He lifted his head looking around, he was alone. Forcing himself to move he was surprised to find the pain had faded considerably. There was still a tightness in his chest and his left leg felt slightly numb, but he was definitely better. The wound behind his ear was tender, but mostly healed.

"Arthur?" Getting to his feet he felt slightly wobbly. Holding on to the stone wall he moved toward the opening stepping out into the bright sunlight. "Arthur, where are you?" he called out.

"Merlin, you're awake," Arthur said as he appeared from somewhere behind the ruin carrying a leather bag and leading his horse. It was obvious that he had not slept much, if at all.

"Yeah, I just woke up, where were you?"

"I made my way back to where my men and I left our horses."

"Arthur, you didn't rest at all did you."

Avoiding Merlin's gaze, he opened the leather bag and took out several apples and some berries. "I found my horse. The others must have gotten loose or were stolen. I gathered these on the way back. And I found my crossbow…shot a couple of rabbits."

"You've been busy," Merlin said raising an eyebrow. "I'll get the fire going and cook the rabbits."

"No, Merlin. You rest, I will do it."

"I'm fine, Arthur…really," Merlin said reaching for the rabbits that were slung over the saddle.

Arthur grabbed his arm. "No…it is my turn to take care of you. At least until we return to Camelot. Then you can go back to being my servant."

Merlin shook his head slowly, "Arthur, I promise…I'm fine."

Arthur finally met his friend's knowing gaze. "Yeah, well I'm not. I cannot forgive myself."

"Arthur," Merlin gave him a wide grin, "It is all right. I am fine. I mean you didn't shoot me on purpose, did you?"

"Of course not, but that isn't the point," Arthur frowned then grabbed the rabbits. "I was hunting sorcerers…you are a sorcerer. They are just like you, and I hunted them like animals. My father ordered me to kill them, and I obeyed like a mindless attack dog."

"Arthur, you are not your father."

"No, I am worse," Arthur said his voice edged with raw emotion and frustration. "How am I supposed to be the king that Camelot needs if I can't even find the courage to stand up to my own father? What he is doing is wrong." Turning to look at Merlin he fell silent when he saw tears shining in his eyes. "Are you in pain?" he asked, "You should be lying down."

Merlin shook his head as he seemed to struggle with finding his words.

"Merlin, what's wrong?" Arthur asked his eyes filling with concern.

"Nothing…I just…"

"What?"

"Thank you," Merlin said his voice breaking.

"For what?" Arthur asked.

Merlin turned away swiping at his tears with the back of his hand. "For accepting me…for believing that people like me deserve to live in freedom."

Arthur lowered his head. He had not realized until that moment just what it meant to his servant to finally be able to let his guard down. To feel accepted even if it was only by him. Reaching out he put his hand on Merlin's shoulder turning him around to face him.

"Merlin, whatever happens…whatever decisions I make…I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe."

"I know," Merlin nodded giving Arthur a crooked grin.

Arthur smiled pulling him into his embrace which was the last thing Merlin ever expected. "Now, let's cook these rabbits, I'm starving," he said tousling his hair before releasing him.

Merlin nodded with a wide grin, "Me too."

After cooking the rabbits, they ate in comfortable silence. Merlin finished off his second apple and a handful of berries. Arthur passed a waterskin to him so he could drink then chuckled softly, smiling to himself.

"What?" Merlin asked seeing the prince's amusement.

"When we first met…when I tried to take your head off with a mace. You could have used magic to fight back, but you didn't."

"Actually, I did," Merlin grinned sheepishly.

Arthur looked at him curiously, "You did?"

"Your mace getting tangled around the metal hooks, the wood box, the rope…"

Arthur shook his head and laughed. "So, you cheated."

"Just a little."

"You could have won. You had me."

"I know. But Gaius warned me about using magic for the wrong purpose. I couldn't disappoint him any more than I already had."

"I really thought you hated me."

"I did…but then the dragon, the destiny…"

"And I grew on you?"

"I realized that you were not the pompous prat I thought you were. Not all the time anyway," Merlin smirked.

"Thanks," Arthur chuckled rolling his eyes.

"You are an honorable man who fights for what is right and good. That is who you truly are, Arthur."

Arthur looked down and gave a slight nod. "I appreciate that, my friend."

Merlin grinned, "Not that I won't continue to point out your flaws."

"No, I am certain you will not hesitate to do so."

"It is my job."

"And you do it well. That part at least." Arthur smiled thoughtfully, "I know I have been hard on you. I'm sorry."

"Arthur," Merlin said.

"Yeah?"

"Just…I want you to know that whatever happens…serving you has been an honor."

"Merlin, you're not going anywhere. We have this destiny to face, and we are going to do so together."

"Yes, Sire," Merlin nodded.

"Good, now eat some more rabbit."

"What are we going to do? You have to return to Camelot."

"I know."

"Like I said, your father must have search parties out by now."

"I saw them."

Merlin looked at Arthur. "You saw them."

"Yes, when I found my horse. I think Sir Leon may have spotted me."

"Why didn't you reveal yourself to them?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe I just need more time before I face my father."

Merlin nodded taking another bite of rabbit. Arthur watched him for a moment before getting to his feet moving toward him. Merlin looked up as the prince pulled his shirt up helping him take it off.

"My wound is healing," Merlin said obviously uncomfortable being that it was broad daylight.

"That it is," Arthur said then helped put his shirt back on. "How's the leg?"

"It's fine the wound was shallow. It doesn't hurt at all."

"Why don't I believe you?" Arthur said as he sat back down, taking a drink of water. He wanted to ask Merlin about the much older scars on his back, but he didn't. It was obvious that the boy was self-conscious and guarded about his past.

As if reading his mind Merlin released a sigh. "They are from a few years before I came to Camelot."

"What?"

"The scars, I know you are wondering."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"It's all right. No secrets remember."

Arthur nodded.

"In my village…Ealdor…there were people when I was growing up who did not like me. Other children…as well as adults."

"Because of your magic?"

"Yes. As hard as I tried to keep it hidden there were incidents in which I did things that could not be explained. They started to treat me differently. They wanted my mother to take me and leave, but we had nowhere else to go."

"They gave you those scars?" Arthur said anger in his tone.

Merlin nodded, "One night…I was around sixteen…three men from the village caught me out after dark. They dragged me into the woods and whipped me until I bled. They left me lying unconscious in the mud all night. My mother found me the next morning."

"What happened to them?"

The village elders banished them, but they returned a few weeks later. Merlin lowered his gaze a look of pain and shame in his blue eyes. "They were going to hang me."

Arthur held his breath not sure he wanted to hear the rest, but at the same time he wanted to run the bastards through. "What did you do?"

"I used my magic. Two of them got away. The third wasn't so lucky. I dropped a tree on him…he didn't survive."

Arthur nodded, "You did what you had to do. They were going to kill you."

"I know, but that doesn't make it any easier."

"The men who got away what became of them?"

"They never returned. Eventually people begrudgingly accepted me. My mother did her best, raising me alone. It was not easy. When she realized that my powers were growing and that I needed guidance she could not give me, she sent me to Gaius."

"So, Gaius is the only person, outside of Ealdor, who knows about you?"

"Lancelot knows, because of the Griffin. And Gilli…"

"I'm sorry, Merlin."

"For what?"

"If it weren't for my father, you would have had yours. Balinor would have been there to protect you."

"That isn't your fault."

"This Destiny we share…your father said it was written long before we were born."

"Yes."

"You read a book…" Arthur chuckled.

"What?"

"Just before I was to marry Elena, I asked how you knew so much about destinies you told me you read a book."

Merlin laughed, "If I had told you the real reason I knew, you probably wouldn't have believed me anyway."

"Probably not."

"I never thanked you for your advice that day. If not for you I would be married to someone I don't love."

"You and Gwen are meant to be together, Arthur."

"There are so many obstacles."

"You love each other, it will happen."

"What about you, Merlin? Has there ever been someone?"

Merlin nodded slowly his eyes tearing up. "Freya."

"Freya?"

"The Druid girl I helped escape from the bounty hunter. She was the first person I could really be myself around. She was my first kiss," Merlin smiled blushing slightly. I was planning to leave Camelot, take her somewhere safe where we could be together and happy…

Arthur stared at Merlin as the full weight of his friend's confession hit him. "The Druid girl…but she was…"

"Cursed."

"I saw her transform into that beast," Arthur said, "I wounded it…her."

Merlin nodded slowly unable to look at Arthur. "Once she changed back to her human form, I carried her to Avalon. She died in my arms."

"Merlin, I am so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault. You were only trying to protect the people of Camelot. She was cursed by a sorceress for accidently killing her son."

"You loved her."

"Yes," Merlin said.

"That is why you were so upset at the time. And here I thought you were mad at me for throwing water on you. I am an idiot."

"It's all right, Arthur. Freya is free of her curse."

Arthur looked at Merlin thoughtfully, "You have been through so much in your life."

"Everyone has their burdens."

"There is something else I have been wondering about."

Merlin looked slightly worried as he glanced up at Arthur.

"Morgana," Arthur said, and he immediately noticed a blush rise in his friend's face.

"What about her?" Merlin asked nervously.

"When I caught you leaving her chambers you denied having affections for her, but you do, don't you?"

"It doesn't matter, because as you said that night, she cannot be my friend or anything else. That's the way it has to be."

"I'm sorry I told you that," Arthur said.

"Why? It is true. Even if she felt anything for me, she could never go against Uther. He would probably kill me just for looking at her in a certain way."

"Does she have feelings for you?" Arthur asked.

"Why would she?"

"I know I joked about you being a coward and lazy, but I never really meant it. Even before I knew about your magic, I admired your courage and your loyalty…your strength. You are a good man, Merlin."

"So does that mean you're going to stop calling me names and hitting me?" Merlin asked with a smirk.

Arthur grinned, "Of course not."

"Dollop head," Merlin chuckled.

"Clotpole," Arthur laughed then threw a berry at his friend which Merlin caught in his mouth. "Impressive," he said raising an eyebrow.

"I have many talents."

It was late afternoon when they heard the sound of approaching horses and men shouting. Merlin looked at Arthur a flash of fear in his blue eyes.

"It's all right," Arthur reassured him then walked out to meet the search party.

An hour later, they were on their way back to Camelot. Merlin riding behind Arthur on his horse. Neither spoke as they rode through the gates and across the drawbridge. Uther was waiting for them in the square his face marred by a mixture of irritation and concern.

"Arthur!" Uther shouted, "What happened?"

"Father…" Arthur said his voice flat.

"I thought you had been injured or killed."

"I am fine, father. You needn't have worried."

Uther's gaze fell on Merlin as Arthur helped him down off the horse. It was obvious that the boy was injured. "What happened to him?"

Merlin glanced at Arthur an exchange that did not go unnoticed by the king. "He was shot by a crossbow," Arthur said.

"By whom," Uther said.

"Me," Arthur said looking his father directly in the eyes.

"Just how did this happen?" Uther asked.

"Father, if you will please excuse me, I need to get him to Gaius," Arthur said his tone almost daring Uther to object. His father seemed to understand and nodded stepping aside.

Arthur looked at Merlin rolling his eyes as he helped him up the steps leading to Gaius' chambers. Merlin grinned. They opened the door finding Gaius seated at the table eating his dinner.

"Merlin, what happened?" Gaius asked his voice filled with concern.

"Long story," Arthur said with a smirk.

Gaius immediately had Merlin remove his tunic and trousers so he could examine his injuries. "That chest wound is already beginning to heal over. The leg wound is as well. The head wound is all but gone. How is this possible?"

"Like he said, long story," Merlin tilted his head toward the prince.

"One of you better tell me now. What happened?"

Arthur got up from the bench and locked the door before returning to his seat.

"Now, out with it," Gaius said.

"Arthur knows…" Merlin said.

"Knows what?" Gaius said though he feared he already had the answer judging by the looks between servant and master.

"Magic…Dragonlord…Emrys, all of it," Arthur said helping himself to a piece of bread from the table.

Gaius looked at Merlin. "How did that happen?"

"Arthur shot me," Merlin grinned.

"What?"

"I mistook him for a sorcerer…funnily enough, it turns out he is a sorcerer."

"You two are going to be the death of me," Gaius said his eyebrow raised.

"I'm fine, Gaius…really. Arthur brought me back," Merlin said.

"Brought you back."

"Yes, I was dead…well almost dead. He brought me back."

"And just how did you do that?" Gaius asked the prince.

"Balinor told me how to save him."

"Balinor?" Gaius sat down as he struggled to understand it all.

Arthur and Merlin grinned at each other.

Gaius noticed and his eyebrow lifted even higher. "Arthur, just how are you going to keep this from the king?"

"I told him all he needs to know. I swear Gaius, now that I know I will protect Merlin just as you have all this time. I will not let anything happen to him."

"Thank you, Arthur."

Merlin slipped his trousers back on then went to a bucket of water to wash. He cleaned off the blood and dirt then put on a clean shirt. Gaius filled two bowls with soup handing them to his boys to eat.

Arthur downed his quickly then got up. "Thank you, Gaius, I should go before my father becomes any more suspicious than he already is."

"Thank you, Arthur," Merlin said, "For everything."

"You're welcome," Arthur said giving him a quick embrace then he left the room.

"It would appear that you and Arthur's friendship has grown even stronger."

Merlin nodded, "All this time I was so afraid to tell him. Now that he knows, I wish I hadn't kept it from him."

"I just hope the king never finds out or Arthur will be in jeopardy as well."

"I know that is the one thing that worries me."

"Well, what's done is done. We just have to hope that Uther doesn't find out."

Merlin finished his soup and ate a piece of bread.

"You must be exhausted," Gaius said, "Why don't you go get some sleep?"

"Sounds good," Merlin grinned.

He got up heading toward his room. He climbed the steps opened his door and practically fell on his bed. His eyes closed and he was asleep.

Gaius followed looking down at Merlin thoughtfully as he put a blanket over him and blew out the candle. "Sleep well, my boy."

Arthur was in his chambers when Sir Leon came for him. The thought of facing his father knowing what was at stake gave him a sick feeling in his stomach. Merlin's life was in his hands.

Merlin…his servant…his friend. The strength and loyalty, his willingness to always give his all. He deserved to be free. He had sacrificed so much for Arthur it was Arthur's turn to sacrifice for him.

Uther was sitting on his throne, his face unreadable as Arthur entered flanked by Sir Leon and two guards. Morgana was standing next to Uther, she met Arthur's gaze with a nod and a look of sympathy in her green eyes. She knew all too well what it was like to face Uther's fury.

"Leave us," Uther ordered Sir Leon and the guards who quickly left closing the doors behind them.

As Arthur stood straight and strong, meeting his father's gaze, he felt something stirring deep within. He realized in that moment that what happened in the meadow, it had not only saved Merlin, but it had changed him in ways he could not yet define. For the first time in his life, he felt whole. He felt stronger.

The time of giving in to Uther's perverse hatred of all things magic was over. He was tired of being his father's attack dog. He had blood on his hands that would not wash off until he could right Uther's wrongs.

"Arthur!"

Arthur had been so lost in his own thoughts that he had not heard Uther speaking to him. He blinked then shook his head. "I'm sorry, father. I haven't slept in two days."

"Arthur, I demand to know why you intentionally avoided the search parties."

"I had to get back to Merlin. He was injured, alone and had no food or water. He was my priority."

"Your servant!" Uther rolled his eyes. "This is not the first time you have risked your life for him. Why do you care so much for this boy? He is nothing to you."

"Nothing?" Arthur asked, fighting and losing the battle to keep his emotions under control. "Merlin has continually risked his life for me! He has been by my side through the good and the bad. We have a bond, and I refuse to apologize for it."

"A bond?" Uther asked raising an eyebrow as he leaned back in his seat.

"Yes," Arthur lifted his chin, his blue eyes like cold steel.

"I see." Uther replied thoughtfully. "I recall Merlin saying something similar to me after I commented on his extraordinary loyalty to you. Above and beyond the call of duty. You must realize this relationship is highly unconventional."

"We are friends…he is like a brother to me."

Uther looked unsettled by his son's admission. "Arthur, you are the Prince of Camelot, heir to the throne, Merlin is but a servant."

"Without Merlin, you would no longer have an heir." 'Or a kingdom' Arthur wanted to add, but that would have triggered too many dangerous questions.

"Perhaps Merlin deserves a reward for his loyalty," Uther said.

"What would you suggest, Father?" Arthur asked. He had not expected that response, but he could not let his father see him waver.

"A new, more prominent position in the royal household perhaps."

Ah that was his father's game.

"Merlin will remain my servant," Arthur said, his voice steady and strong. He noticed a slight smile on Morgana's face as she stood up straighter, silently offering him support.

"I see you feel strongly about it."

"I do."

"It is my concern that you have grown too close to this boy. He is interfering with your duties to Camelot and influencing your actions. You are making choices that are not in the best interest of the kingdom. I cannot allow that to continue."

Arthur had heard enough. His anger was churning just beneath the surface, and it was all he could do to keep his voice steady. "Father, while I appreciate your concerns, I respectfully reject your judgement. Merlin will remain, as my servant, and he will be given more compensation."

Uther got to his feet, approaching his son. He nodded deliberately, his eyes probing. "It has not escaped my attention that you have matured a great deal since Merlin became your servant. It is possible the boy has something to do with that."

Relaxing his shoulders slightly Arthur bit back a smile, "Merlin is not one to hold back when it comes to pointing out my flaws and despite his age, he is wise."

Uther laughed putting his hand on his son's shoulder. "Then I am glad you have him. You will need trusted people by your side when you are king."

"I will," Arthur nodded.

"Very well. I will arrange for Merlin to receive an increase in wages."

"Thank you, father."

Uther leaned closer to his son. "However, if you ever put that boy before your duty to Camelot again, I will be forced to take far more drastic measures," he said his voice harsh.

Arthur pushed his anger down, nodding slowly. "Yes, Father."

"You are exhausted. Get some rest I will see you in the morning."

"Good night, Sire."

Arthur left the council chambers flexing his hands. He'd had them clenched into fists the entire time he was in his father's presence. He wanted to punch something as anger and frustration still surged up into his chest.

"Arthur," he heard Morgana's voice behind him as she rushed to catch up.

"Morgana."

"I cannot believe Uther!" she said her green eyes fierce. "He is insufferable."

"While I agree, Morgana, he is still my father."

"I know, I'm sorry. I am so proud of you for standing up for Merlin. He has been more than a servant…more than a friend to both of us," she said as her eyes changed…softened. She looked down quickly but not before Arthur caught a glimpse of something almost wistful in them.

"Yes, he has," Arthur said curiously.

"Uther doesn't know the meaning of loyalty and friendship."

"Morgana?" Arthur smiled knowingly.

"What?" she said dropping her gaze again.

"You like him don't you."

"Who?"

"Merlin," he grinned.

"Of course, I like him, he is my friend."

"Morgana, you can't fool me."

"You are so annoying."

"But I am right," Arthur laughed looking directly into her green eyes as she blushed.

"You cannot say anything to anyone. Especially Merlin."

"Hmm yes, and I probably shouldn't tell you that a certain servant has feelings for you as well."

Morgana smiled brightly, "You're lying."

Arthur winked then, shrugging his shoulders, turned to walk down the corridor. Morgana caught up with him grabbing his arm.

"Are you lying? Arthur, tell me."

"I would never lie to you, Morgana," he smiled then kissed her cheek.

Morgana stopped, her eyes tearing up. "Not that it matters. Uther would never allow it and I would die if anything ever happened to him because of me."

"Morgana, I can promise you that when I am king these ridiculous customs and rules about status will end. I want equality for my people…all of them, regardless of rank. I also plan on changing the Knight's Code as there are many fine men who want to serve as Knights of Camelot and deserve the chance to do so. Lancelot and Gwaine have both saved my life and should be rewarded not banished."

"And you want to marry Gwen," Morgana said, a knowing glint in her eyes, "Arthur, I can see it in your eyes every time you are near her."

"Yes, well…obviously nothing can happen right now. I just hope she is willing to wait for me."

"She will wait. She loves you."

"And I love her."

"You are a far better man than Uther. You will be a great king. I will always be loyal to you, Arthur. I want you to know that."

"And I to you, Morgana. You are like a sister to me."

"Do you think maybe you could help me find a way to spend some time with Merlin…away from Camelot and Uther?" she smiled her eyes pleading.

Arthur nodded, "I think that can be arranged."

"Thank you," she laughed hugging him tightly.

"Now, can I go to my room to get some sleep?"

"Of course…yes, you must rest."

"Good night, Morgana."

"Good night, Arthur."

"Merlin," Arthur called out to his servant trying to keep his expression unreadable.

"Yes, Sire?" Merlin asked as he finished saddling his horse.

"We are going to need another horse."

"Sire? There are three…you, Gwen and me."

"Morgana will be joining us," Arthur couldn't help but grin as he saw Merlin's face.

"Oh," Merlin said as he immediately looked up to see Morgana walking down the steps dressed in a stunning amethyst dress and matching cloak. His breath caught in his throat as he tried and failed to look away. "Lady Morgana," he stammered.

"Merlin," Morgana said stepping closer to him than was appropriate, but she didn't care. "It is good to see you're well."

Merlin nodded awkwardly. "Yes, good as new. I'll get your horse."

Morgana motioned toward the knight approaching them leading her beautiful white horse that she rode frequently. "No need, I took care of that already."

Merlin helped her up into the saddle. As he started to move away, Morgana put her hand on his arm looking into his blue eyes. "Thank you, Merlin," she said softly.

"My pleasure," he smiled.

Merlin got on his horse. Together they rode out of Camelot. Uther was too involved in peace negotiations with neighboring kingdoms to even notice they were gone, but Arthur had left word with Sir Leon that they would return before nightfall. Once they were out of eyesight of the castle all four visibly relaxed.

Morgana let out a girlish giggle urging her horse into a gallop. "Come on, race you to the lake!"

Merlin looked at Arthur questioningly.

Arthur grinned, "Go on, what are you waiting for?"

With a huge grin Merlin nodded a thank you. "Hah," he shouted nudging his horse after her.

"What are you up to, Arthur Pendragon?" Gwen smiled knowingly as they rode at a normal pace.

Arthur shrugged. "Just giving two people I care about a chance at what I have," he smiled reaching out to touch Gwen's cheek.

"There's definitely something different about you, since you and Merlin returned. Something obviously happened that affected you greatly."

"You're right what happened did change me. I wish I could tell you everything, but I am not yet sure I fully understand. I need to work things out for myself."

Gwen nodded, "I understand. It's something between you and Merlin. I noticed that you two are much closer now. Your friendship is stronger."

Arthur smiled, "It is. And I owe him more than I can say."

Gwen nodded, "You care for him."

"I do. Giving him this time with Morgana is one small way I can begin to repay him."

"Morgana really likes Merlin. I have known for some time. He has helped her where I couldn't…with her nightmares. He always seems to sense when she needs cheering up. He picks flowers for her in the meadow.

Arthur nodded then looked at Gwen. "Morgana's nightmares, she has them often?"

"Sometimes she wakes in such terror that it takes an hour or more for me to calm her down." Gwen looked at him thoughtfully, "It is rather unsettling just how many of her nightmares have become reality."

"Really?" Arthur asked.

"I worry about her."

"Come on we need to catch up to them," Arthur said, and he and Gwen urged their horses into a run.

Morgana looked back and laughed as she saw Merlin catching up. She slowed her horse allowing him to close the distance.

"We lost Arthur and Gwen," Merlin laughed.

"Good," Morgana said.

"I never expected this. A whole day away from Camelot and my duties…no quest, no hunting…no being hunted," Merlin grinned.

Morgana looked at him oddly, "No being hunted?"

"Long story," he chuckled.

Morgana smiled, "Well, it was my idea."

"It was?"

"I wanted to spend some time with someone I care about," she said as she turned looking directly into his ocean blue eyes.

Meeting her gaze, Merlin gave her a wide grin. "It was a brilliant idea."

"You are unusual, Merlin."

"You think so?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Morgana smiled.

"I am just me," he shrugged.

"If I ask you something, you will answer me honestly?"

"Of course," Merlin said forcing himself not to avert his eyes.

Morgana looked over her shoulder to see how close Arthur and Gwen were. Then she looked back at Merlin. "Do you have magic?"

"What?" Merlin asked, nearly falling off his horse.

"Merlin, please, tell me the truth. I swear I won't tell Arthur."

"He already knows," Merlin said.

"You do have magic!"

"Yes, I do," Merlin nodded giving her a hesitant smile.

"Thank you," Morgana said tears glistening in her eyes.

"For what?"

"For being honest with me…trusting me. I promise I won't tell anyone."

"How did you know?"

"Just a feeling. It is hard to explain," she smiled blushing slightly.

"You don't have to," Merlin said.

They rode together reaching the lake well ahead of Arthur and Gwen. Merlin helped Morgana down from her horse, his hands on her waist. He moved to let go, but she placed her hands over his.

"I really like you, Merlin," Morgana said.

"You do?" he asked softly.

"You're so sweet and gentle. I have never met anyone like you before. I feel safe when I am with you."

Merlin saw fear in her eyes. He lightly caressed her cheek with the side of his hand. "I will always be there for you, Morgana," he smiled. "Here…"

Morgana watched as Merlin cupped his hands together. He spoke softly, uttering words of magic. When his hands parted three beautiful blue butterflies emerged fluttering in the air between them before flying away.

The look of pure joy in Morgana's eyes left Merlin feeling breathless…his heart racing. She was stunning.

"That was the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me," Morgana said as she leaned into his chest, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Thank you," she said sliding her arms around his neck drawing his head down. Pressing her lips to his in a slow searching kiss, she drew back smiling brightly. "Even better than I imagined," she whispered.

Merlin raised an eyebrow. "You imagined kissing me?"

"Is it really so surprising?"

"I'm just a servant, Morgana. Why would you?" Merlin said as a shadow of sadness passed over his eyes.

"Merlin, you have never been just a servant to me."

"I did not realize you felt that way."

"Well, now that you know," she smiled, "What are you going to do about it?"

"Maybe this," he grinned then lowered his head kissing her again.

Arthur cleared his throat as he and Gwen rode up and he dismounted. "Enjoying yourselves?" he asked with a knowing grin.

"Yes, very much," Morgana said stepping back from Merlin her hand taking hold of his. "It is a beautiful day, isn't it Gwen?"

"Yes, it is," Gwen smiled.

"Thank you, Arthur," Morgana smiled hugging him.

"You're welcome."

Merlin and Morgana walked together down to the edge of the lake. Arthur watched them closely. He was beginning to suspect that there was much more to the connection between his servant and Morgana than meets the eye. If he was right, then Merlin wasn't the only person he needed to protect from Uther.

While Gwen and Morgana unpacked the food, Merlin stood on the shore skipping rocks on the glassy surface of the lake. Arthur joined him bending over to pick up a handful of rocks. They took turns tossing them grinning like boys as they tried to outdo each other.

"You look happy," Arthur said.

Merlin glanced at him then turning his gaze to Morgana he nodded. "I am. Though I'm not sure how long it will last."

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind," Merlin said, "I just want to enjoy this day."

"Good idea," Arthur said though he had the same thoughts. Had he made a mistake? The last thing he wanted was to give Merlin and Morgana hope only to have it taken away.

"Come on you two," Morgana said as she came up behind them. "The food is ready."

Arthur turned, heading back to Gwen. Merlin slipped his arm around Morgana's waist as they followed him.

The afternoon went by far too fast. The sun was on its way down as they rode back toward Camelot.

Arthur was focused on his thoughts about Morgana and the possibility that she had magic. And if she did, was she even aware of it? Gwen kept her eye on Arthur, she could tell he was worried about something.

Morgana felt a suffocating weight bearing down on her and the closer they drew to the city the heavier it got. She glanced over at Merlin, the look in his eyes reflected her own feelings exactly.

Merlin met her gaze and smiled. He moved his horse closer to hers reaching out to take her hand. Despite his fears, he was happy. Spending time with her made him realize just how important she was to him. She would need him once she realized she had magic. He knew what it was like to be alone and scared of what you are and what you are capable of. She would need his guidance.

And then there was Arthur, he knew his friend well enough to know when he was worried about something. And the way he had kept his eyes on him and Morgana all day made him think that the prince had begun to put the pieces together.

They rode into Camelot just after dusk. As they entered the castle Arthur had his arm around Gwen and Merlin was holding Morgana's hand. None of them aware of the eyes following them intently from the windows of his chambers.

Arthur was awakened by Merlin in his usual, all too energetic way. The drapes were pulled back the sunlight blinding the prince.

"Argh, Merlin!"

"Come on, Arthur. It's time to get up. You have a knighting ceremony in two hours and a training session."

"You can do it," Arthur said rolling over and closing his eyes.

"That is not part of my job, Sire."

"I'm making it so, right now."

"That is not in your power, Arthur."

"Sure, it is."

"Up…now," Merlin said yanking the covers off the bed.

"I hate you."

"I know."

Arthur finally gave in, sitting up on the edge of the bed rubbing his eyes and yawning. "How is it that you are always so jaunty so early in the morning?"

Merlin shrugged, "I guess it just comes naturally. My mother was always that way."

"Remind me to thank her," Arthur said sarcastically, running his hands through his unruly hair.

Arthur had just slipped his shirt on over his head and combed his hair when the doors of his chambers burst open. Sir Leon and six guards entered grabbing Merlin by his arms.

"What the hell is going on?" Arthur demanded.

"We are arresting Merlin by order of the king." Leon said.

"What for?"

Arthur looked at Merlin expecting to see terror in his servant's eyes, instead he just saw a calm acceptance that made the prince take a step backward in surprise. He watched helplessly as Merlin was dragged from the room.

Arthur pulled on his boots, grabbed his jacket and sword then followed. He charged into the throne room to find Merlin on his knees before Uther two guards holding him down.

"What is this about?" Arthur demanded.

Uther looked at his son his eyes blistering. "Morgana has been kidnapped and I believe this boy has something to do with it."

"Kidnapped?" Arthur's shoulders fell as Merlin turned to look at him, calm acceptance was now something undefinable and unsettling for the prince.

"Someone took Morgana from her bed in the middle of the night," Uther said. "Your servant has been seen lurking about her chambers on multiple occasions."

"What reason would Merlin possibly have to kidnap Morgana? As usual you are wasting precious time accusing the wrong person," Arthur said his anger growing by the second. "Release him and let us find her."

"You will find her," Uther said. "Merlin's fate is sealed."

"Father, this is insane! Can you not see that? Merlin is innocent."

Merlin felt everything slipping away. Morgana's life was in danger and looking back at Arthur he knew that if he didn't do something soon, Arthur's would be too. He saw the prince shake his head as he seemed to know what Merlin was thinking and he was pleading silently for him to trust him.

Arthur saw the look in Merlin's eyes and swore he could almost feel the power emanating off him. Pulling his sword, Arthur closed the distance between him and his father, his eyes cold as steel.

"Release Merlin now!" Arthur hissed through clenched teeth.

"How dare you challenge my authority!" Uther stepped down from the throne meeting Arthur eye to eye.

"I have every right to challenge you," Arthur said, his voice calm yet edged with absolute defiance. "I loved and respected you…I did everything you asked of me. I murdered innocent people in your name. I gave my heart, body and soul to Camelot all so I could please you and yet it was never enough. Your perverse hatred of magic has eaten away your very soul to the point that I don't even recognize you anymore."

Uther's hand impacted Arthur's face with a sound that made everyone in the room stare in silence waiting for the repercussions.

Arthur stood his ground his eyes locked on his father's. He saw Uther's gaze falter as he realized that his son was not backing down from him. For a moment he actually looked frightened. Gripping his sword tightly Arthur smiled causing the king to take a sudden step back.

"Arthur, I am your king and your father…"

"Tell the guards to release Merlin, now or I swear I will strike you down where you stand."

"You would kill your own father?" Uther asked.

"I guess that is up to you. Let Merlin go."

Uther shook his head slowly then he struck Arthur so hard the prince fell backward hitting his head on the floor. Looking down at his unconscious son he signaled to the guards to take him away. "Lock him and the boy in a cell. I will deal with them later. Find Morgana now!" Uther scowled.

"Arthur, no!" Merlin yelled as he watched his friend being dragged away. "Let me go," he said struggling as the guards yanked him to his feet. They dragged him down to the dungeon shoving him into the cell. He looked up just as they literally threw Arthur's limp body in after him. Merlin caught him in his arms preventing further injury.

"Arthur," Merlin said gently lowering him to the floor. "Come on, Arthur…please wake up." Closing his eyes, he placed his hands over the prince's forehead as he incanted a healing spell. Opening them again, his iris's flashed gold. "Arthur?"

"Merlin," Arthur said with a slight smirk as he slowly opened his eyes. "What did you just do?"

"I healed you."

Arthur sat upright wincing a bit as he touched the back of his head. "Thank you."

"Too bad it doesn't work on stupidity!" Merlin said as he got up and began to pace. "Why did you do that?" he asked.

"What was I supposed to do?" Arthur asked as he got to his feet. "If I had waited you would have used your magic and been burned at the stake for sure. What were you thinking?"

"Arthur, do you realize that you just threatened to kill your father? That's treason. You may have destroyed everything. Your destiny…everything you were meant to do and be and for what? To save me?"

Arthur put his hands on Merlin's shoulders. "Merlin."

"What?"

"Shut up."

Merlin looked at him and nodded forcing himself to calm down.

"Good, now get us the hell out of here."

"You really have lost your mind," Merlin said.

"Are you saying you can't do it?"

"Oh, I can do it, but that doesn't mean I should."

"Merlin," Arthur said.

"Fine," Merlin said then turned toward the door of the cell. "Tosprienge!" he uttered his eyes glowing. The cell door exploded outward in a cloud of smoke and sparks.

Arthur grinned, "Impressive."

"Thanks," Merlin grinned, "Follow me."

Arthur followed Merlin through the bowels of the castle quickly realizing that his servant had done this before. He'd grown up in the place and he had no idea some of these passages existed. Shaking his head, he smiled as they emerged from a tunnel far beyond the walls of Camelot just as the warning bells sounded. They looked at each other for a moment, then took off running into the woods.

When they finally stopped to rest, Arthur sat down on a rock by the stream taking a drink. "You have obviously done that before."

"What do you mean?" Merlin asked as he sat down pulling his knees up to his chest.

"It is rather clear that you are well versed in escape routes out of Camelot."

"Arthur…I'm a sorcerer…in Camelot," Merlin said with a sideways glance at his friend.

"Point well taken," Arthur nodded.

"We have to find Morgana, but we have no idea who took her or where to pick up the trail."

"Merlin, I need to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me."

"All right?"

"Morgana, does she have magic?"

Merlin lowered his gaze then looked up at Arthur again. "She does."

"You have a connection with her. Your magic and hers…is there a way you can sense her…track her somehow?"

Merlin nodded, "There may be a way, but I'll need help."

"From whom?" Arthur asked, "We are fugitives."

Merlin grinned sheepishly.

"I'm not going to like this am I?" Arthur asked.

"Probably not," Merlin grinned, "Come on."

They ran down a ravine, crossed the stream and scrambled up a steep hillside. As they ran, Arthur heard Merlin begin to roar, his voice guttural, animalistic. Ancient words, unlike anything he had ever heard, seem to resonate from deep within his soul. The sound rising into the air as they emerged into a clearing.

Merlin stopped suddenly, in the middle of the clearing, glancing hesitantly at Arthur. He was standing perfectly still staring back at Merlin. "Arthur?"

"Was that what I think it was?" he asked.

Merlin nodded giving him a crooked grin before turning back to the sky.

Arthur looked up as he heard the dreaded sound of giant beating wings. "Oh, I am definitely not going to like this."

"Trust me," Merlin said.

"I am trusting you," Arthur replied, his voice shaky.

The ground trembled beneath their feet as the Great Dragon landed in front of the Dragonlord. Arthur swore he saw the creature bow to Merlin. "This is insane," he muttered under his breath.

"Well, young Warlock, I see you are not alone. It is truly good to see you again, Prince Arthur," the dragon said with what Arthur swore was a sardonic smile.

"Yes, you too," Arthur said awkwardly, "I think."

"Kilgharrah," Merlin said, "We need your help."

"What can I do for you, young Warlock?"

"The Lady Morgana has been kidnapped. We are fugitives, cut off from Camelot. We need to find her before it is too late."

"I see," Kilgharrah said.

"I need a way to communicate with her, to find out where she has been taken."

"Using your magic."

"Yes. Is there a way?"

Kilgharrah lowered his head. "I can give you a spell, but I must warn you, young Warlock, it is a powerful one and it will create a permanent link between you and the Lady Morgana, one that can only be undone by death."

"I love her," Merlin said with absolute certainty surprising both himself and Arthur.

"Very well," Kilgharrah said, "Close your eyes."

Arthur backed away not sure what was going to happen. The dragon opened his mouth breathing on Merlin as the sorcerer's head tilted back. His eyes turned to the same feathery gold as that night by the stream.

Merlin dropped to his knees uttering the words of the spell just gifted to him. He felt his magic surging, reaching out into the world searching for the girl he loved. His mind called to her. "Morgana…can you hear me?"

Arthur stood still, not daring to breathe, eyeing the Great Dragon warily.

"Morgana…" Merlin got to his feet as he felt her. "Morgana reach out to me, please. Arthur and I are coming for you, but we need to know where you are and who has taken you."

"Merlin?"

"Yes, Morgana."

"I am in Essetir, Cenred and Morgause have me. Merlin, I'm scared."

"Morgana, I swear I will find you."

"Merlin…"

Merlin felt her terror like it was a part of him.

"I need you to stay strong. We are coming for you. Believe in me."

"I do. Merlin, hurry."

"I love you, Morgana."

"I love you, Merlin."

"Just hold on."

"Please hurry, I need you."

Merlin turned to Arthur. "Cenred and Morgause have her in Essetir."

"That's a two-day ride from here on horseback," Arthur said in frustration. "We need horses."

"Actually, we don't," Merlin looked at him with a cheeky grin.

"Please, tell me you are not suggesting…"

"Kilgharrah, I have another favor to ask…"

Arthur kept his eyes closed tightly his stomach doing flips as the dragon dipped and glided over the land. He held tight to Merlin believing he would fall off at any moment.

"Open your eyes, Arthur," Merlin laughed.

"You've got to be kidding."

"Arthur, it's amazing!"

Arthur reluctantly opened his eyes just as Kilgharrah rose higher into the sky clearing the mountain peaks before swooping down into a long valley. He suddenly felt exhilarated and light, grinning from ear to ear as the land stretched out below. As they lifted up into the air again, he could see the blue of the sea on the horizon.

"See I told you," Merlin said.

"You do this often?" Arthur asked laughing.

"As often as Kilgharrah allows."

"You are full of surprises, my friend."

Kilgharrah landed just south of Cenred's castle. Merlin and Arthur slid to the ground. "This is as far as I go, young Warlock."

"Thank you, my friend," Merlin smiled, "For everything."

"Farewell, Prince Arthur," Kilgharrah said.

"Thank you, Kilgharrah. I won't forget this."

"I should hope not." Kilgharrah lifted into the air and was gone.

Merlin grinned at Arthur, "You just rode a dragon."

"I just rode a dragon," Arthur repeated, blue eyes twinkling like that of a delighted child.

"Come on," Merlin laughed, then they ran toward the castle.

They reached the wall moving quickly, keeping to the shadows.

"We need to get our hands on some weapons," Arthur said.

Merlin motioned toward a small patrol near the main gate. "Go that way, I will come around from the front."

"Merlin, there are six of them."

"So," Merlin shrugged then took off running.

"Idiot," Arthur said, rolling his eyes.

Merlin waited until he could see Arthur in position then he emerged from the shadows. The patrol surrounded him right before he blasted them in six different directions rendering them all unconscious.

"I have to admit, Merlin. This magic thing comes in handy," Arthur said as he walked up to one of the men stripping him of his armor, chainmail and weapons.

"I'm glad you approve," Merlin said before pulling a sword off another man. He uttered a spell that bound the hands and feet of each of the men. "That will hold them."

"Come on," Arthur smiled as they headed for the gates of the castle.

"Morgana?"

"Merlin…"

"I'm here, Morgana. Arthur and I are here."

"I'm in the dungeon, Merlin hurry…they're coming."

"The dungeon," Merlin said to Arthur.

Finding a grate at the base of the wall, Arthur motioned toward it.

"Tosprienge!" Merlin said and the gate blew outward.

They made their way through the tunnel to another grate which Merlin promptly took care of. Rounding a corner, they found the corridor leading to the dungeons. Checking all the cells, they finally reached the end.

"She's not here," Merlin said.

"Morgana we are in the dungeon where are you?"

"Throne room."

"They took her to the throne room," Merlin said his eyes widening with fear.

"Come on," Arthur said.

King Cenred sat on his throne admiring the raven-haired beauty before him, perfect porcelain skin, lush lips and haunting green eyes that could easily steal a man's soul. He felt for the Lady Morgana as she sat shivering on the cold stone floor, her feet bare, wearing only her night dress. He rose from his throne slowly approaching her. She flinched, glaring at him as he caressed the side of her face. "It is truly difficult to decide which of you is more lovely."

"Cenred, control yourself. My sister is not meant for your pleasure. Your loyalty is with me. You would do well to remember that."

Morgana looked at them with panic and confusion in her eyes. "I have no sister."

"Dear sweet, naïve, Morgana. You have been lied to all your life. I am your half-sister for we share the same mother," Morgause said. "And of course, your father…yet another lie."

"My father," Morgana said her eyes welling up with tears.

"You are not the daughter of Gorlois as you have always believed."

"You're lying!"

"You never wondered why Uther is so devoted to you? Why he tolerates your rebelliousness? He gives you everything your heart desires. Of course, that would all change if he were to learn that you have magic."

"No," Morgana said tears streaming down her face. "It can't be. Uther cannot be my father and I do not have magic."

"You know I am telling you the truth."

Morgana closed her eyes as she clung to hope. Merlin was coming for her…he loved her. He told her he loved her.

"Merlin…"

"I'm here, Morgana. Look up."

Morgana cautiously lifted her gaze. On the balcony above the throne room, she could see him. Merlin. Her heart swelled as he gave her a reassuring smile and a nod. She looked away quickly so as not to alert Morgause and Cenred to his presence.

Merlin made his way along the balcony and down the steps keeping in the shadows. He had to be in position before Arthur made his move. He rounded the corner stepping to the edge of the doorway. He made eye contact with Morgana again.

"Arthur is coming."

Arthur slammed his shoulder against the locked doors of the throne room. They gave way easily. He withdrew his sword as he walked confidently toward the throne. "King Cenred the coward," Arthur said with a grin. "Stealing an innocent girl from her bed in the dead of night."

"Prince Arthur, you must either be stupid or suicidal to come here alone."

"Am I to fear a king who is afraid to leave the walls of his own citadel? You are weak and foolish."

"Well, if it isn't the great Arthur Pendragon, loyal son of King Uther," Morgause smiled, "It is an honor to finally meet you in person. Your reputation precedes you."

"As does yours, Morgause," Arthur said.

"Dear brave Arthur, tell me, why do you blindly follow your father's orders? You give your blood, sweat and tears to Camelot and yet you never question the reasons behind Uther's hatred of magic."

"You know nothing about me," Arthur said.

"I know everything about you," Morgause said, "I know what drives your desire to please your father. I know the guilt you carry over the death of your mother. You blame yourself because she died giving birth to you."

Arthur fought to keep his expression unreadable, but at the mention of his mother, his eyes betrayed him. "My mother…" he said softly.

"Queen Ygraine was a beautiful, kind, generous woman. She was beloved by the people of Camelot. Her only flaw was being unable to conceive a child."

"Morgause…" Arthur hissed, "I'm warning you."

Morgause walked up to Arthur staring into his eyes. "I see her in your eyes…your features. It must pain Uther to look upon you every day and see his dead wife."

"You knew her?" Arthur asked his voice strained.

"I knew her very well."

"Please, tell me more about her," Arthur said.

"When she learned she was with child at last, she was so happy. She knew from the beginning that you were a boy. It was she who chose your name."

"If my mother could not conceive, how was I born?" Arthur asked his eyes shining with tears.

"Sweet boy, you were born of magic," Morgause said touching Arthur's face. Despite everything she found herself feeling for him. "Uther was desperate for an heir; he wanted a son so badly that he went to The High Priestess Nimueh begging her to help Ygraine to conceive. He did so despite knowing exactly what the cost would be…a life for a life."

"No, that cannot be. He would not sacrifice her."

"Arthur, I am truly sorry."

"My father lied…he let me believe that it was my birth that killed her."

"Uther lied to you and to Morgana.

"Morgana?" Arthur asked as he turned to meet Morgana's eyes so full of pain and anguish.

Morgause smiled, obviously delighting in the moment and the emotional torture she was inflicting. "Morgana is Uther's daughter…your sister."

"My sister," Arthur smiled tenderly at Morgana his eyes brimming with tears.

"What a touching scene," King Cenred smiled.

Arthur struggled to keep his focus. His grip tightening on the sword in his hand as Morgause's words echoed in his head. Deep down in his soul, he knew she was telling him the truth.

Believing Arthur was sufficiently shaken by Morgause's revelations, Cenred made his move. Drawing his sword, he confidently approached the prince.

"What a relief that must be for you, Arthur. You can now go to your death with the knowledge that it was your father who killed your beautiful mother and not your birth."

As rage overcame his grief, Arthur rushed Cenred with a guttural growl driving him backward. Merlin had never seen Arthur lose control before and it was unsettling. The prince lashed out almost blindly at the king, not letting up for a moment.

Cenred's eyes flared in terror he swung his sword at the prince's head. Arthur ducked just in time then lunging forward he ran his sword clean through the king's middle twisting it. Yanking the sword out of him, Arthur stepped back watching as Cenred stumbled, falling against his throne before hitting the floor.

"You, Cenred, can go to your death knowing you were nothing but a coward."

Merlin saw the look of rage in Morgause's eyes as she watched Cenred take his last breath. She turned to Arthur raising her hand causing him to double over in pain. She rotated her wrist as if twisting an invisible sword in his gut. Arthur dropped to his knees.

"Morgause!" Merlin said emerging from the shadows behind her.

"Merlin, of course," Morgause rolled her eyes turning to face him, "Who are you, to challenge me, servant boy?"

"Well, I can assure you, I am more than just a servant," Merlin grinned as he closed the distance between them. "Much more."

"You are no one," Morgause glared at him, "A minor annoyance."

"Are you sure?" Merlin asked his eyes beginning to shimmer.

Morgause flinched as the irises of his eyes lit up. "Who—who are you?"

"I…am…Emrys," Merlin said as he raised his arm, his palm facing outward, fingers splayed like the rays of the sun.

"No, you cannot be," Morgause shook her head, backing away from him.

"If you don't believe then why are you so afraid of me?"

"I will never fear you."

"You are not the first High Priestess I have faced. Like you, she underestimated me, and it did not end well for her."

"It was you…you killed Nimueh?"

"She tried to take my mother's life and Gaius. You took the woman I love."

"Great Emrys, join me and together we could rule the world."

"Nimueh made me that same offer," Merlin said with a smirk, "Right before I called down lightning from the sky."

"I can help you. Let me serve you Emrys."

"I don't think so," Merlin said.

Morgause pulled a dagger from her waist screaming as she lunged toward Morgana. But Merlin was faster. He threw her backward. She crashed into the wall before falling hard to the floor, her dagger sliding out of reach. She looked up at him fear and hatred in her eyes.

"Don't make me kill you, Morgause."

"It is you who will die, Emrys," Morgause hissed jerking her head, her eyes burned as her dagger flew through the air directly toward Merlin's heart. Her mouth fell open when the dagger stopped in midair held there by magic.

Morgana rose to her feet, eyes glowing, gaze locked on the dagger. "I will not let you hurt him!"

"Morgana, I knew you had magic." Morgause said sweetly. "Just let him die and we can be together. There is much I can teach you about your gift."

"You have already shown me exactly what evil can do with magic," Morgana said. "I want no part of it."

"I am your blood…your kin, please."

"No," Morgana said, "My love and loyalty are with Merlin and Arthur. They are everything to me. You are nothing." She released the dagger then spinning it around sent it back toward Morgause impaling her through the heart.

"Morgana," Merlin said moving to catch her as her legs gave out. "I've got you," he said holding her tightly against his chest. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"I have magic," Morgana said looking into his eyes.

"Yes," Merlin said smiling, "And you saved my life,"

"I couldn't let her take you from me," Morgana said smiling at him, her hand brushing his cheek. "Did you really mean it? What you said?"

"Yes, I love you, Morgana," Merlin smiled, "I have always loved you."

Morgana slid her arms around his neck hugging him tightly.

Arthur dragged himself to his feet approaching them, his mind still reeling from the revelations. He put a hand on Merlin's shoulder and nodded. "Took you long enough." he grinned.

"Right," Merlin chuckled.

"Morgana," Arthur said softly as he turned to his sister.

"You're my brother," Morgana said.

"It would seem so," Arthur smiled, pulling her into his embrace.

"Uther lied to us. All this time."

"I know. But right now, all that matters is getting you out of this place. We will deal with our father later."

Morgana nodded then turned to wrap her arms around Merlin's neck as he lifted her up cradling her against his chest. With Arthur leading the way they walked out through the front gates. Cenred's men did not even raise a sword, with Merlin's powers holding them at bay.

"How is she doing?" Arthur asked as he dropped a second armload of wood.

"She is sleeping," Merlin said from where he sat by the fire. He glanced over at Morgana curled up beneath his jacket.

"Morgana is strong, she will be all right."

"I know. I just hate seeing her like this."

Arthur smiled, "You really do love her, don't you?"

"Yes," Merlin smiled, "I think I have loved her from the moment I first saw her."

"I'm sorry," Arthur said as he crouched down to put wood on the fire.

"Why?"

"I didn't exactly encourage you in the beginning. What I said…I was wrong. You were there for Morgana when I wasn't. You cared for her."

Merlin shook his head giving Arthur a crooked grin. "So, you're actually admitting that you don't know anything about women?"

"Shut up, Merlin."

Merlin chuckled tossing another piece of wood on the fire. Staring into the flames he fell silent. Arthur looked at him thoughtfully.

"Merlin," Arthur said.

"What?"

"None of this is your fault."

"All of it is my fault."

"We are going to get through this…together."

"Sometimes I feel like no matter what I do, bad things just keep happening. I try to do what I feel is right, and people I care about keep getting hurt."

"Merlin…"

"You don't understand," Merlin said his voice strained, "The years before I came to Camelot were the loneliest of my life. All I ever wanted was the freedom to be who I am. To be accepted. It just seems like every choice…every path I take is the wrong one and it puts me further and further away from that dream."

"Merlin, you never have to be alone again," Morgana said as she sat up and put her hands on his arm looking into his eyes.

"You should be sleeping," he smiled tenderly kissing her forehead.

"My sister is right," Arthur said, "You're not alone, and I can promise you that as soon as I am king you will be free. You will be accepted and respected."

"If you become king. You risked everything for me."

"I will be king. Uther will pay for what he has done to us and to the people of Camelot. The time of his reign is over."

"Arthur…" Merlin said.

"Have faith, my friend," Arthur said putting his hand on Merlin's shoulder. "I will not let you down."

Morgana smiled gratefully at her brother. "Neither will I," she said as she leaned in kissing Merlin lightly. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said brushing his thumb gently along her cheek.

Arthur grinned, "I think I am going to get some sleep." He laid back against a fallen log closing his eyes.

Morgana raised an eyebrow as Merlin drew her onto his lap wrapping his jacket around her shoulders.

"It's getting cold," he said.

"I am perfectly comfortable," she smiled.

"You are perfectly beautiful," he whispered, his lips brushing lightly over hers.

"Oh nice, I will have to remember that one," Arthur grinned his eyes still closed.

"Shut up, Arthur," Morgana said tossing a stick at him.

"Ow," Arthur said flatly not even bothering to move.

"He is so annoying," Morgana said, "I don't know how you put up with him."

"He grows on you," Merlin chuckled.

"Go to sleep, both of you. That's an order."

"Yes, Sire."

Merlin laid back with Morgana curled into his embrace, her head on his shoulder, and they were soon asleep.

"Merlin, wake up," Arthur said.

"What?" Merlin said his voice husky with sleep.

"Camelot patrol, they are coming this way."

"Morgana," Merlin gently shook her awake. "We have to run. Can you?"

Morgana nodded as he helped her up.

"Are you sure you can?"

"Yes," she said.

"Let's go," Arthur said motioning toward a barely visible trail leading deep into the woods. "This way."

Merlin took Morgana's hand as they followed Arthur. She was a little unsteady at first but soon, even with bare feet she was able to run after her brother while Merlin stayed right behind her.

Making their way carefully along the river they reached a road.

"Now, which way?" Morgana asked.

"Merlin, how far is Ealdor from here?" Arthur asked.

"It's that way, maybe two hours."

"Are you sure that is wise?" Morgana asked, "Uther knows Merlin grew up there."

"She's right," Merlin said.

Arthur fell silent for a moment. "Merlin, do you have any idea where Gwaine or Lancelot could be?"

"Actually, Gwaine is not far from here, in Angard. Or at least he was a week ago."

"How far?"

"An hour, that way," he pointed toward a narrow valley.

"Then that is where we will go. We'll need help if we are to take Camelot."

"Wait…take Camelot?" Merlin asked.

"Yes," Arthur said, "Come on."

Morgana was struggling by the time they reached the valley. She stopped and sat down on a log. "You both need to go on without me."

"We are not leaving you," Merlin said, "Hop up on my back I will carry you."

"Merlin, please. Go find, Gwaine."

Arthur crouched next to his sister, "We cannot leave you behind, Morgana."

"And you cannot carry me all the way to Angard. The patrols will catch us."

Arthur and Merlin exchanged worried glances. Neither of them wanted to leave her, but they knew she was right.

"Merlin, you know the way to Angard, I do not," Arthur said, "I will stay with Morgana. I am sure we can find somewhere to hide. You can cover more ground alone."

Merlin wanted to argue, but he knew it was for the best. Taking Morgana in his arms he held her close then kissed her gently. "I will be back, I promise."

"I know," she smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you too, now go…find Gwaine."

Merlin looked at Arthur and nodded.

"I won't let anything happen to her," Arthur said reassuringly.

"Or you," Merlin said.

"We'll be careful."

Merlin motioned toward a steep cliff. "There is a cave at the base. It is well hidden by fallen logs. Hide there until I return with Gwaine."

"All right," Arthur nodded then gripped Merlin's shoulder. "Take care of yourself. Don't do anything stupid."

"Me?" Merlin chuckled.

"Go," Arthur smiled.

Merlin embraced Morgana one last time. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Be careful," she smiled.

They watched as Merlin jumped over a narrow stream and bounded over a log. Once he was out of sight, Arthur picked Morgana up and carried her toward the cliff in search of the cave.

Merlin ran ignoring the ache in his chest. The soft earth nearly caused him to lose his footing several times. Forcing his mind to focus on getting to Angard he hoped Gwaine was still there. They needed help if they had any hope of reclaiming the destiny he and Arthur shared.

When he reached Angard, Merlin headed straight for the tavern. Pushing open the door he glanced around. He spotted Gwaine sitting in the middle of a raucous group of men.

"Gwaine!" Merlin shouted over the noise.

Gwaine looked up giving Merlin a huge grin. "Merlin, my friend! What brings you to Angard?"

"Looking for you, I need your help."

Despite being halfway through his fourth tankard of mead, Gwaine saw the look of urgency in his friend's eyes. He got up from his seat vaulting over a table and two unconscious men. "What's wrong?" he asked as he reached Merlin putting his hand on his shoulder.

"I will explain on the way. We need supplies…food, and horses?"

"Not a problem," Gwaine said, "Come on."

Slipping into the stables, they were able to untether and saddle four horses, loading one of them with supplies. Climbing into the saddle, Gwaine led the way out of the village and Merlin followed.

"I just hope we aren't too late. If Camelot patrol finds them first…" Merlin said.

"Are you going to tell me what is going on? Why is the Prince of Camelot on the run from his own men?"

"Gwaine, before I tell you that, you should know something about me."

"Gwaine looked at him knowingly and grinned. "If you are going to tell me you have magic you can save your breath because I already know."

"How?" Merlin asked.

"I saw your magic book when I was staying in your room in Camelot. I accidentally stepped on the floorboard, and it moved. Call me curious. And the man at the bridge in the Perilous Lands called you Magic."

"You didn't say anything, why?"

"I figured you would tell me if you wanted me to know."

"You're a good friend, Gwaine," Merlin smiled.

"I know," he grinned, and Merlin laughed.

"Arthur and I are fugitives because he faced down Uther to save me. Morgana was kidnapped by Cenred and Morgause. When Uther accused me of being involved he arrested me. Arthur threatened his life, if he did not release me."

"I never knew the princess had it in him," Gwaine chuckled.

"And now, because of me, Arthur may never become king. I have to find a way to set things right. He has to become king it is his destiny."

"His destiny?"

Merlin nodded, "Arthur is the Once and Future King."

Gwaine pulled up his horse coming to a stop as he stared at Merlin. "Arthur? The Once and Future King of the legends?"

"Yes."

"Then I suppose that makes you, Emrys," Gwaine grinned.

"Yes," Merlin said.

Gwaine stared at him as the truth slowly seeped into his mead-soaked brain. "My mother told me those stories when I was a boy."

"She did?"

"Yes. She is a Druid."

"You never told me your mother is a Druid."

"And you never told me you were a powerful sorcerer," Gwaine grinned.

"I'm sorry."

"It is an honor, Emrys," Gwaine said dipping his head slightly.

Merlin shook his head rolling his eyes. "Please don't…I'm still just me."

"We better pick up the pace, it will be dark soon," Gwaine smiled urging his horse forward and Merlin followed.

Arthur crouched at the entrance of the small cave sword in hand. He had managed to further conceal the entrance with broken branches. So far there was no sign of the Camelot patrol. It would be dark soon. Glancing over at Morgana where she sat by the small fire, her head bowed. They were both worried about Merlin.

"He will be back soon," Arthur said trying not to think about the last time Merlin had gone off on his own.

Morgana looked up at him tears shining in her green eyes. "If anything happens to him…"

"Believe me, I have seen what Merlin is capable of. He will be just fine."

"How did you find out?" Morgana asked.

Arthur chuckled softly, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Tell me, please."

"I shot him…with a crossbow."

"You what?" Morgana asked her eyes wide.

"I shot him thinking he was one of the renegade sorcerers Uther ordered me to hunt down and kill. When I found him…" Arthur struggled to get the words out. "I really thought I had killed my best friend. I felt helpless and…hollow. Like the air had been sucked out of me."

"I can't imagine…" Morgana said softly. "How did you save him?"

"I had help. Balinor the Dragonlord…he was Merlin's father. He died nearly two years ago, but he came to me and told me how to save his son. He told me to take Merlin to a stream in the high meadow and place him on the bank. Once I got him there, Merlin put his hand in the stream. The water just came alive…it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I can't even begin to describe it. The air was vibrating, and there was this golden light all around us."

Morgana was smiling with tears in her eyes. Arthur shook his head and laughed softly. "What?" she asked.

"I cannot put it into words or begin to explain it."

"Arthur, I don't need you to put it into words, I can see it in your eyes."

"Do you remember when Merlin was poisoned after he drank the wine from the goblet?" Arthur asked as he sat down across the fire from his sister.

"Yes," Morgana nodded.

"When I returned I told you what happened in the cave. That someone sent a light to guide me to safety."

"Yes."

"When I was carrying Merlin to the stream it was too dark to see. I stopped to rest, and Merlin conjured the light from the palm of his hand…the same light that came to me in the cave."

"Merlin has always been there for you."

"I am learning more and more every day just how much Merlin has done. What he sacrificed for me…for Camelot."

"Sophia," Morgana said softly as she remembered something.

"Sophia?"

"I had a dream about her. Before she came to Camelot. I saw her standing over you as you drowned. After I saw you leave with her, I went to Gaius, and he said he would take care of it. That he knew someone who could help. It had to be Merlin. He saved you from drowning."

"That whole incident is still fuzzy. I don't remember much of anything. I do remember you being distraught. I thought you were just jealous of her," Arthur chuckled. "Turns out I owe both you and Merlin a great debt."

"Merlin is your own personal guardian angel."

"Yes, it would seem so."

"We must protect him…at any cost," Morgana said as she looked at her brother. "Uther must know by now that Merlin has magic, he will not rest until he is dead."

"I am not going to let anything happen to him or to you, I promise."

Hearing the sound of horses, Arthur signaled to Morgana to be as quiet as possible. "Stay," he whispered, and she nodded. He moved to the entrance sword at the ready trying to see in the waning light.

"Morgana it's me."

"Arthur, it's Merlin."

Arthur grinned then stepping out of the cave, eased his way along the edge of the stream. He looked up as Merlin appeared on a rise, with Gwaine and they were leading four horses. "I see you found him."

"Hello, Arthur," Gwaine said.

"Gwaine," Arthur chuckled grasping Gwaine's shoulder. "It's good to see you."

"Merlin tells me you two have gotten yourself into a pickle again."

"You could say that."

"So, what are we up against?"

"Just my father and the entirety of the Camelot army."

Gwaine nodded, "And we have the Once and Future King, Lady Morgana and the Great Emrys? I like those odds."

"Merlin told you about that?"

"Well, I knew about the magic. The Emrys part was a surprise."

"Imagine how I felt," Arthur grinned.

"Yes, I am sure finding out your servant is the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the earth came as quite a shock."

"And a Dragonlord."

Gwaine turned to Merlin, "You left that bit out."

"Sorry," Merlin shrugged, "Must have slipped my mind."

"That explains the Wyverns." Gwaine chuckled.

Merlin just grinned.

"Wyverns?" Arthur asked.

"In the Perilous Lands…Wyverns are distant cousins of the dragon."

"Merlin," Arthur said, "You saved me from the Wyverns."

"To be fair, I did tell you that at the time, you just didn't believe me."

"I'm sorry."

"Merlin," Morgana said running into his arms.

"I told you I'd come back," Merlin smiled then kissed her.

Gwaine raised an eyebrow then looked at Arthur who nodded.

"We may as well bed down here for the night. We should be safe."

"We brought supplies and food," Merlin said as he led two of the horses toward the cave tethering them in a grove of trees out of sight. Gwaine followed with the other two.

"How did you get the horses?" Arthur asked.

Merlin and Gwaine looked at each other.

"We may have borrowed them without asking," Gwaine grinned.

"I see."

"Would you rather walk?" Merlin asked eyebrow raised.

"Good point," Arthur nodded.

Merlin walked toward the cave entrance putting his arm around Morgana as she joined him.

"Merlin and the Lady Morgana…unexpected," Gwaine smiled.

"Yes, unexpected yet somehow fitting. Fated perhaps. They belong together."

"Like you and Gwen?"

Arthur nodded, "When this is over, she will be my queen."

"If you live that long."

"Yes, if I live that long."

"Do you want to talk about what happened between you and the king?"

Arthur dropped his gaze for a moment then looked at Gwaine. "Let's just say my eyes have been opened. I now see Uther for what he truly is…a tyrannical, hate-filled, hypocrite. He is a blight on the land."

"It must be hard on you."

"Whether it means life or death, I know in my heart I am doing the right thing for Camelot."

"And for Merlin," Gwaine said with a slight nod, "He is worth dying for."

"I owe him a greater debt than I can ever repay. When I think about what he has been through because of me…" Arthur said, shaking his head slowly.

"Merlin will do anything for his friends. Especially you. The two of you have a bond that is rare."

"It's funny," Arthur said then chuckled, "I never imagined that shabby-looking, ill-mannered, bumbling idiot who chose to challenge me his first day in Camelot would become such an indispensable part of my life."

Gwaine smiled, "What did he do?"

"I was on the training grounds with my friends. We were being a little rough with my servant at the time. Picking on him…throwing knives at him. Not something I'm proud of. Merlin came out of nowhere, stepping in to defend him. He called me an ass," Arthur chuckled. "I goaded him into throwing a punch at me then had him thrown in a cell. Eventually he ended up in the stocks being pelted with rotten fruits and vegetables."

"How did he end up as your servant?"

"He saved my life."

"Merlin saved your life, and his reward was to be your manservant?"

"My father's idea," Arthur shrugged.

Gwaine threw his head back and laughed heartily, "So the king who despises magic unknowingly made a powerful sorcerer his son's manservant. That is the stuff of legends."

"He annoyed the hell out of me at first," Arthur smiled. "It wasn't long before I began to notice his courage, his compassion for others, and his absolute loyalty. When his mother Hunith showed up in Camelot wounded after bandits raided their village Merlin came to tell me goodbye. He was going back to Ealdor to fight them."

"How long before you went after him?" Gwaine asked knowingly.

Arthur smiled, "Long enough for me to pack and make up an excuse my father would believe. As soon as he left I felt like part of me was missing. And if you ever tell him I said that I will kill you."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Gwaine grinned. "I must say, knowing you both has been an honor and if I have some small part to play in this destiny of yours then my life actually has some purpose.

"You're a good man, Gwaine. Your friendship means a lot. I'm only sorry we keep dragging you into our troubles."

"Hey, you know me…I live for trouble."

Arthur laughed, "Yes, you do."

"Come on, let's go see what Merlin is cooking. I'm starving."

"Thank you, Gwaine. You know, you don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do," Gwaine replied, his tone more serious. "You will be a great king. You deserve to be on that throne."

Arthur stood alone by the stream after Gwaine headed to the cave. He shook his head, a slight smile on his face. He was truly a lucky man to have such loyal and courageous friends. He thought about Guinevere and how worried she must be. They had to do something and soon.

"Arthur," Merlin said, "Are you all right?"

"Yes," Arthur nodded.

"Come on, I made soup…you need to eat."

"Merlin…"

"Yeah?"

Running his fingers through his hair, Arthur sat down on a log. Merlin crouched in front of him picking up a stick.

"What's bothering you besides everything?" Merlin asked with a crooked grin as he used the stick to poke at the side of Arthur's thigh.

Arthur glared at him with feigned annoyance then shook his head and chuckled. "Merlin, what would I do without you?"

"Let's hope you will never have to find out."

"Merlin, tell me…honestly, don't you want something more for yourself besides risking life and limb for me?"

Merlin shrugged turning his attention to drawing a dragon in a patch of mud with the stick. "It is my destiny. I accepted that long ago. My magic was given to me so that I may use it to keep you safe."

"It isn't fair to you. When you came to Camelot you were a boy…with hopes and dreams…"

Merlin looked up meeting Arthur's gaze. "My very first day in Camelot I found myself at the center of a beheading and all I could think was that could be me. There's nothing like being faced with the possibility of dying just because of the way you were born that makes you grow up fast."

"Why didn't you leave?"

"I wasn't that smart," Merlin said.

Arthur nodded, "I'm not sure that I would have stayed if it had been me."

"I had Gaius, Gwen, and then I met this arrogant, supercilious, prat of a prince who tried to take my head off with a mace. He was such an ass!" Merlin grinned.

"Was?" Arthur chuckled.

"Still is…sometimes."

"I'm glad you stayed, Merlin."

"It's not like I had a choice. Have you ever tried saying no to a dragon?" Merlin asked raising an eyebrow.

"I can imagine it would be difficult."

Merlin grinned, "Things can get very heated."

Arthur laughed heartily then stood up. "Come on, old friend. I need food."

Merlin got to his feet and together they walked toward the cave. Arthur shoved him playfully a gesture the servant was all too willing to return with a laugh and a groan as the prince punched him in the arm. They had done this before.

Morning came and they left the shelter of the cave making their way back toward Camelot. It wasn't long into the journey that the rain started. Torrential rain. Morgana rode in front of Merlin as they followed Arthur and Gwaine. The fourth horse carrying the supplies.

Morgana leaned in as close as possible to Merlin in an attempt to share her warmth. She could feel him shivering as a chilly wind swept through the gorge they were traveling through. He wrapped his free arm around her nuzzling the back of her neck making her giggle.

"You two need some alone time?" Gwaine asked with a wink and a grin.

"You're just jealous," Morgana said giving him a bright playful smile.

Arthur chuckled to himself. He was cold, his chainmail and armor doing nothing to hold in his body heat. He knew the others had even less protection from the elements, especially Merlin since he'd given his jacket to Morgana.

Gwaine urged his horse forward to catch up with the prince. "Arthur, there is a town, Haelburg, just the other side of the gorge and south of the river. I know the innkeeper there; he is a friend of my mother's. He will give us room, board and absolute secrecy. We will be safe there until the rain passes. Rest and time to form a plan."

Arthur nodded, "Good we all need it. I will make sure he is well compensated after this is over."

"A bath?" Morgana asked longingly.

"Yes," Gwaine smiled. They actually have a natural hot spring that flows through the area. Hot baths all the time.

"Ah Gwaine, bless you," Morgana beamed.

The rain was coming down in sheets by the time they reached Haelburg. They took the horses to the stables and Arthur gave the stable hands two gold coins he had on him to take care of them.

Making their way to the Inn, which appeared to be an old mill. It was built right on the riverbank. Gwaine pushed open the heavy door and they walked into a room with thick stone walls and a massive fireplace that provided light and warmth.

Morgana headed straight for the fire pulling Merlin along with her. She needed to get him warm and dry. She put her hands on his face and forehead. "Are you all right?" she asked. Slipping his jacket off her shoulders she wrapped it around him. "You're shivering."

"Don't worry about me," Merlin said.

"Merlin?"

"I'm fine…really."

"You have been so worried about me that you haven't been taking care of yourself," Morgana said.

"I will always take care of you," Merlin grinned.

Morgana put her hands on his face kissing his trembling lips. "We have to take care of each other," she whispered.

"Gwaine! Is that you, my boy?" They all turned as a very large, bald, gray-bearded man came barreling toward Gwaine giving him a hug that would have crushed the bones of most men.

"Good to see you, Lars. It has been too long," Gwaine said then turned to the others. "These are my friends. We need refuge."

Lars looked directly at Merlin and Morgana then nodding in understanding his tone grew serious as he motioned toward another door. "Come, this way…follow me."

Arthur looked questioningly at Gwaine as they followed. Gwaine gave him a nod saying he would explain later which Arthur accepted.

Morgana wrapped her arm around Merlin as they followed the others. She kept watching him her eyes filled with concern. She could tell he was not all right even though he was doing his best to hide it.

They made their way down a narrow, dark stairway emerging into a room even larger than the first. The massive fireplace was flanked by two walls with four beds and two wooden cupboards lining each.

The door closed behind them. Lars pushed the lock into place then turned to Merlin and bowed. "Great One, I am honored to meet you at last. You and your friends are welcome to stay as long as you need."

Arthur turned to look at Merlin with a bewildered expression on his face.

"Thank you," Merlin replied with a nod of his head, "Your kindness and hospitality is appreciated."

"Through that door you will find the heated baths," Lars motioned to the heavy wood door next to the fireplace. "I will have my cook prepare you all a meal and bring you fresh clothing. There are extra blankets in the cupboards as well as pillows."

"Thank you, Lars," Arthur said, "I'll make sure you are compensated for everything once I return to Camelot."

"That will not be necessary. It is my honor to serve the Great Emrys…anything you need it is yours."

Gwaine embraced Lars, walking with him to the door, "Thank you, dear friend."

"Gwaine, you scoundrel, you are truly a sight for sore eyes. Have you been to see your mother?"

"I haven't been back for many years."

"You're a good man, just like your father. Your mother is very proud of you," Lars said his dark eyes twinkling, "I will leave you to rest now. I will have the meal brought to you as soon as possible." He unlocked the door and left the room closing it behind him. Gwaine reached over to slide the lock back into place.

Arthur turned to Merlin. "Great Emrys?"

"What it's not my fault. It just happens," Merlin smiled awkwardly.

"Right."

Merlin took a step toward the fireplace. He had to grab onto the hearth as his vision blurred and he felt like his legs were going to give out. He tried to hide it, but they all saw it.

"Merlin are you all right?" Arthur asked, concern in his voice.

"Arthur, something is wrong," Morgana said.

"I'm fine, I just need food and sleep," Merlin smiled.

"All of us need food and sleep, this is something else," Gwaine said.

Merlin straightened up then turned to face them. "See…I'm fine."

Gwaine barely reached him as his eyes rolled back into his head and he began to crumple to the floor. "Merlin!" Gwaine said catching him.

"Get him to the bed," Arthur said helping Gwaine move him onto the bed closest to the fire.

Morgana dropped to her knees next to him feeling his forehead. "Arthur, he is burning up."

"I'll get Lars," Gwaine said as he ran to the door threw open the lock and charged upstairs.

Arthur sat on the edge of the bed as Morgana tended to Merlin's fever. He began to feel the same helplessness he'd felt that night.

"I wish Gaius was here," Morgana said, "He would know what to do."

"I've never seen him like this," Gwaine said as he removed Merlin's boots and wet socks placing them on the hearth.

The door opened and a tall, slender woman with red hair entered with a bucket of water, towels, and a leather bag. She smiled at Arthur, "Lars sent me to help. My name is Darah."

"Thank you Darah. I'm Arthur…this is Morgana and that is Gwaine."

"I know who you are," Darah said, "I used to live in Camelot."

Arthur moved out of the way as she knelt down and started to treat Merlin. "Can you help him?"

"I will do what I can. The rest is up to him."

Morgana reached for a small towel soaking it in the bucket of cool water. She gently wiped his face and forehead.

Darah motioned to Morgana to help her get his wet tunic off. Together they pulled it off over his head then lowered him back down onto the pillow.

Morgana immediately noticed the circular burn scar on his chest. She turned to Arthur with distress in her eyes. He looked at her nodding sadly unsure of what he could really say. She turned back to Merlin fighting tears as she tenderly moved the wet cloth over his chest.

By the time Darah left the room, Merlin had been stripped down and covered with a warm blanket. She had treated him to the best of her knowledge.

Morgana continued to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead and neck. It frightened her to think about losing him. As she stared at his face, she felt a sudden sense of longing for a future they may never have. She loved him so fully that to imagine her life without him in it was impossible. Smiling through her tears, she remembered the dream she'd had the night she had been kidnapped. The image of a happy beautiful little girl with ocean blue eyes and dark hair…it was the first dream she ever had that she would give anything to have come true.

"Morgana," Arthur said cupping the back of her head with his hand, "You need to rest. Let me take over."

"No, I want to do it," she said shaking her head vigorously.

"Morgana, please…let me. You need to rest. One of Lars' maids brought you a change of clothes."

"I won't leave him," she said softly as she wiped his forehead again.

Arthur knew there was no changing her mind. He moved away sitting on the bed next to Merlin's. He looked at Gwaine who was standing shirtless by the fireplace. He had bathed and changed into dry trousers and was drinking a tankard of mead.

"There's more if you want some," Gwaine said.

Arthur nodded, "Sounds good."

Gwaine poured him one passing it to him. "Drink up."

"Thank you," Arthur smiled. "Are you going to tell me what that was all about up there? Between you and Lars? You said something to him..."

"Refuge," Gwaine said, "It is a word that people with magic use when they come to him for safe haven. Lars has provided protection to those with magic…Druids and others for many years."

"And you know this how?"

"My mother is a Druid. She still lives in Caerleon along with my evil old toad of a sister."

Arthur looked at Gwaine in surprise. "I am beginning to realize that I know even less about you than I do Merlin."

"Why do you think I move around so much? The less people know about me the better." Gwaine said.

"What is it you are so afraid of people finding out?" Arthur asked.

"Let's just say I am not proud of some of the things I have done in my life."

Arthur looked at Gwaine thoughtfully, "There isn't a soul among us who hasn't done things we regret."

"You probably would not feel that way if you knew."

"Gwaine, nothing you did in the past will ever change the fact that you are one of the very best men I know. I owe you my life."

"Thank you," Gwaine gave a nod, his eyes glistening with tears.

"What about your father?" Arthur asked.

"He was a Knight in Caerleon's army," Gwaine said averting his gaze quickly.

"Your father was a Noble?" Arthur asked, "What happened to him?"

"He was killed, and my mother was left with nothing. The king refused to help her."

"I'm sorry," Arthur said, "You could have been a Knight of Camelot if you had told me that before. No one fights like you do."

"I could never serve under Uther," Gwaine said.

"I understand," Arthur nodded.

Lars came into the room. He went straight to Merlin's side as Morgana looked up at him. "My Lady," he smiled, "How is he?"

"He's still burning up," she replied, her voice quivering.

"Perhaps there is something more you can do," he said looking at her knowingly.

"I don't…"

"You have magic."

"Yes, I do, but I have no control over it."

"I will help you," Lars smiled holding his large hands out to her, "Give me your hands."

Morgana nodded, placing her hands in his. "Show me what to do."

"Close your eyes, focus all your magic…your light. Feel it blossom from within coursing through your body to your fingertips."

Morgana followed his instructions. She felt him move her hands placing them on Merlin's chest. A smile of pure innocent delight came over her face as she felt it. The sensation was like a hundred butterflies their delicate wings fluttering against her skin. This was magic.

Arthur and Gwaine watched in awe as Morgana's eyes opened, their blue-green depths alight with gold as she whispered words that seemed to come to her out of nowhere.

Morgana withdrew her hands from Merlin's chest her eyes returning to normal. She looked at Lars in utter amazement. "Thank you," she gasped.

"I was only the guide, it was all you," Lars smiled gently patting her arm before he rose and left the room.

"That was amazing, Morgana." Arthur said.

"I just hope it helps," she said caressing Merlin's cheek. "I can't lose him, Arthur."

"Merlin will be fine, I'm certain of it."

"It must have done something," Gwaine said, "His color already looks better, and his breathing isn't quite as labored."

Morgana wiped his face and forehead again. "Merlin, please…" she whispered.

After finishing his mead, Arthur felt more relaxed. He decided to bathe and change into the clean dry trousers and tunic the maids had brought for him. After doing so he came back into the room to find Gwaine sprawled across one of the beds sound asleep. Morgana had curled up against Merlin falling asleep with her arms around him. Arthur smiled retrieving a blanket from his bed covering her with it.

"Arthur," she said stirring awake.

"Shh, just rest, Morgana."

With a glance at Merlin's face, she closed her eyes, her hand taking hold of his as she gave in to sleep once again.

Merlin woke to the all too familiar sound of Arthur's snoring. He lifted his head looking around the room then down at the beautiful girl next to him. He smiled, gently squeezing her hand. The movement caused Morgana to come awake with a start, she immediately turned to look at him.

"Merlin," she gasped kissing him hard on the mouth. "Don't you ever do that to me again. I thought you were dying."

"I felt it," he smiled.

"What?" she asked.

"Your magic…I felt it."

"I couldn't have done it without Lars. He helped me."

"Thank you," Merlin smiled lifting his hand to her cheek.

"Merlin," Morgana said softly, "I'm scared."

"Why?" he asked his gaze searching hers.

"What I feel…I never imagined it was possible to love someone so completely. I want a future with you. I am just so afraid that I will lose you."

Merlin smiled, propping himself up on one elbow. He kissed her tenderly, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "Morgana, I love you. While I do not know what the path ahead holds for us, nothing will ever change that. I want a future with you more than anything, and I promise you I will do everything in my power to make it happen," he kissed her again, his lips brushing lightly over hers.

"Merlin," Morgana smiled tears shining in her eyes as she turned her head kissing the palm of his hand.

Merlin drew her against him turning onto his side his arms wrapping around her protectively. "Rest now," he said huskily pressing his lips to her bare shoulder. "Everything will be all right. I promise."

Morgana nodded then closed her eyes.

Arthur woke up looking around the room. He rolled over to check on Merlin and saw that he and Morgana were sleeping peacefully in each other's arms. Merlin appeared to be breathing normally, his fever had broken.

Looking over toward Gwaine he saw him sitting up staring at the fire. He glanced back over his shoulder at Arthur nodding toward Merlin and Morgana a relieved smile on his face.

Arthur got up rubbing his eyes. Sitting on the edge of the bed he felt the aftereffects of the mead. He pushed himself to his feet walking over to a bucket of water splashing his face.

"Rough night?" Gwaine chuckled softly.

"Rough week." Arthur smirked then moved to sit on the hearth.

"Think they will make it?" Gwaine asked keeping his voice low.

"I hope so."

"Hope is all any of us have."

"Yes. My hope is that my father doesn't realize just how much Guinevere means to me. If he harms her…"

"Gwen is strong and smart. I am sure she knows to stay out of Uther's sight."

"I don't know what I'll do if anything happens to her."

"Arthur, everything will be all right."

"Yes," the prince nodded as his gaze returned to his sister and best friend. "I have to stop my father. I cannot let them down."

"You won't, and neither will I," Gwaine said.

Arthur looked at Gwaine thoughtfully. "I have to kill him, Gwaine…I have to kill my father," he said his voice breaking as he averted his gaze. "It's the only way I can be certain that the ones I love will be safe."

Gwaine put his hand on the prince's shoulder. While he knew there was nothing he could say that would help Arthur deal with the possibility of taking the life of his own father, he wanted to reassure him that he was not alone.

A few hours later, Merlin was sitting upright in bed eating soup. Morgana had left his side only long enough to bathe and put on the dress the maids had given her. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a tight braid. Merlin couldn't take his eyes off her as she moved around picking up his discarded clothing and wet towels. While he was accustomed to seeing her in the most opulent gowns, somehow she looked even more beautiful in that simple blue and white dress.

"Do you want more soup?" Morgana asked him.

"No, I am good," Merlin grinned as she took his empty bowl. He reached out grabbing her waist pulling her down on top of him as she giggled.

"What are you doing? Arthur and Gwaine will be back any minute," she smiled.

"So," Merlin grinned kissing her deeply.

Morgana kissed him back then laughed deftly escaping his grasp leaving him with a pitiful look in his eyes and a pout on his full lips. "You are just recovering from a fever that could have killed you."

Merlin laid back on the pillow folding his arms behind his head. "I feel fine now."

Morgana grabbed the clean clothes from the table beside the bed. "Let's get you dressed," she said.

Merlin sat up the blanket falling away from his chest as he reached for the shirt. Realizing that her eyes had drifted to the scar, he quickly put the shirt on over his head covering it. Moving to the side of the bed he put on the trousers.

"Merlin…"

"I will tell you one day," he said, "Just not right now."

"All right," she said sitting down on the bed as he stood to pull up the trousers he didn't bother to fasten them as he moved toward the door to the heated baths. "Do you need help?" she asked with an amused glint in her eyes.

"And you were worried about Arthur and Gwaine walking in on us kissing?" he grinned teasingly then walked through the door closing it behind him leaving her with an impish smile on her face.

Merlin had just emerged from the bath and dressed. He came back into the room just as the main door opened. Morgana moved to his side linking her arm with his.

"You will never believe who we found," Arthur grinned as he entered with Gwaine and behind him was Lancelot and another very tall man with massive arms.

"Lancelot!" Merlin said as he embraced his friend.

"It is good to see you, Merlin," Lancelot smiled as he released him. "You're well now. Arthur said you were sick with fever."

"Yes, I am good as new. How did you find us?"

"Gwen sent Elyan to find me. He and I and Percival here, who happens to be the best tracker in five kingdoms, we picked up your trail but lost it in the rain. We took a chance, thinking that you may have sought shelter here in Haelburg."

"I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw them ride into the town," Arthur said placing his hand on Lancelot's shoulder.

Merlin held his hand out to Percival, "I'm Merlin," he smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Merlin."

Lancelot looked at Merlin, "Arthur tells me that things have changed for you."

Merlin nodded, "More than you can possibly imagine."

"I am truly happy for you both," Lancelot smiled then turned to Morgana kissing her hand, "Lady Morgana, beautiful as ever."

"Lancelot," Morgana smiled.

"So, I take it Arthur told you he knows about my magic."

"Yes, he did. I am relieved for your sake. I know how hard it was for you to keep it from him."

"Well," Arthur said, "I am relieved the two of you are here. We can use all the help we can get. If you're willing of course. I won't lie, it is going to be dangerous."

Lancelot turned to Arthur grasping his forearm tightly. "You know my loyalty will always be with you. I will stand by your side and fight until my last breath."

"Thank you, that means a lot to me." He turned to Percival, "You do not know me, so I understand if you do not wish to join us."

"Your Highness," Percival said bowing slightly, "I know the risk and I believe in what you are fighting for. You have my allegiance."

"Please, just call me Arthur," Arthur smiled grasping the young man's massive forearm. "Glad you are on our side," he grinned raising an eyebrow.

Just then Elyan came down the stairs. He smiled as he saw Merlin. "Merlin, it is good to see you."

"You too, Elyan," Merlin smiled.

"Gaius wanted me to tell you that he misses you and to be careful."

"He is all right?"

"Yes, he and Gwen are both fine for now."

"Does Uther know about me?" Merlin asked.

"He does," Elyan said, "The cell door being blown off the hinges was hard to overlook."

Merlin sat down on a chair then looked up at Morgana. "So, unless we succeed in stopping Uther, I will never be able to return to Camelot."

Lancelot looked around the room, "Then we need a plan."

They left Haelburg two days later. They had a plan, and it was a good one. Merlin felt the weight of his part. He knew it was their best chance to defeat Uther and take control of Camelot, but it would take him away from Morgana's side. The thought of leaving her was almost too much. He slid his arm around her waist drawing her tightly against his chest as they rode.

Morgana knew what was going on in his mind and she wished she could ease his burden. Her own heart ached just to think about the grave danger he would be in. If anything happened to him…

"It will be all right, Morgana," Merlin said, "I promise." Tilting her head back she smiled up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. He kissed her tenderly.

They reached the border of Camelot and Merlin took a deep breath. This was it. He slid off the horse passing the reins to Morgana, their hands touched, and he looked into her eyes the pain and fear he saw in their depths was almost enough to make him change his mind. He forced himself to step away.

"Merlin," Morgana gasped.

"I love you…we are going to have that future together. I promise."

Morgana could only nod as her shoulders trembled. She watched as he disappeared into the woods. "I love you," she whispered.

Arthur waited until Merlin was out of sight. He hated this part of the plan because it would take his friend right back to the place where he nearly died. "Let's go," he said motioning to the others he urged his horse forward.

His heart started to race as they reached the gates of Camelot. He looked at Morgana she was struggling to hide her terror. "He will be all right," he said softly. She nodded slowly obviously fighting to keep her tears at bay.

They rode into the square and were immediately surrounded by guards. Morgana was taken down from her horse and ushered up the steps into the castle where Uther was waiting to welcome her home. She glanced back at her brother seeing him pulled from his horse and dragged up the steps.

Lancelot, Gwaine, Percival and Elyan were all arrested and taken to the dungeon to await execution.

Merlin ran keeping his eyes moving. At any moment he could be spotted by a Camelot patrol. He ran down into a gulley emerging on the other side in the very same spot where Arthur had shot him. Shaking his head, he took off in the direction of the camp where he knew the renegade sorcerers would likely be hiding out.

Stopping in a clearing he listened. "Gilli!" he called out. No response. "Gilli, I know you're there. I need to talk to you."

"We said all we needed to say the last time, Merlin." Gilli said as he stepped out of a grove of trees. He was soon joined by six other sorcerers, one of whom was a blonde woman Merlin recognized from before. Her name was Lara.

Merlin nodded to each of them. "I know I came here before to try and stop you from going up against Uther."

"You are a traitor to your kind, Merlin," Gilli said his eyes filled with bitterness.

"You're wrong," Merlin said.

"Then prove it," one of the other sorcerers shouted.

Merlin nodded looking at each of them. "I am here to ask you to stand with me against Uther."

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Gilli asked.

"I am asking you to trust me."

"Give us one reason why we should trust you," Lara said.

"Because…I am not just a sorcerer."

"Really?" Gilli grinned looking at the others.

"You have heard the Druid legends?"

"Yes, many times. What does that have to do with any of this?" Gilli asked.

"If you know the legends then you know of Emrys."

"Yes, he is said to be the greatest sorcerer to ever walk the earth. We have searched for him, hoping to seek his help in defeating Uther."

"Well, you've found him now," Merlin said.

Gilli stared at Merlin. "You're Emrys?"

"Yes and Arthur Pendragon is the Once and Future King. I need your help. Only when he takes the throne can magic return to Camelot."

"You expect us to believe that you, a servant, are the Great Emrys?" Lara said.

Gilli stepped closer to Merlin. "I believe you," he said.

Merlin met his gaze. "We can do this…if we work together."

"You are believing this, Gilli?" Lara asked incredulously.

"Yes."

Merlin looked to the others. "I am telling you the truth."

"Prove it," she said.

"Fine," Merlin said looking around. His gaze settled on a lone tree a safe distance away. He extended his arm toward the sky. His hand opened and his eyes flared. The sky filled with dark swirling clouds as lightning flashed and thunder shook the ground beneath their feet. His eyes grew brighter as he slowly brought his hand down toward the earth directing a massive bolt of lightning. It struck the tree exploding it outward as flames shot into the air. Merlin turned his wrist uttering an incantation and a dragon formed from the flames seeming to rise into the air before vanishing along with the storm.

When he turned back to Gilli, the other sorcerers were all on their knees staring at him in awe including Lara.

"I think they believe you now," Gilli chuckled.

"It would seem so," Merlin smirked.

"What do you wish for us to do?" Lara asked.

"Gilli, I need you to come with me. We have to free my friends from the dungeon. Lara, you and the others fan out to all the outlying villages and the lower town. We need to gather as many people as possible in the square to show Uther that he cannot win. This is our chance to be free, hopefully with as little bloodshed as possible."

"Do you really believe that is possible?" Gilli asked.

"I do," Merlin smiled, "Come on, let's go."

Arthur opened his eyes. Lifting his pounding head from the ground he looked around realizing he was lying on his side on the floor of the throne room. Alone and stripped of his weapons, armor…even his boots were gone. His back to the door, there were shackles on his wrists and ankles. He winced tilting his head back as blood dripped from a gash above his left eye. He had been a witness to his father's cruelty his entire life, so he was not at all surprised by the reception he received.

The doors behind him opened then slammed shut. Arthur rolled his eyes as he recognized the sound of his father's boots on the wood floor. Averting his gaze, he refused to look at the king or to show him any reverence.

"Arthur," Uther said, his tone even and deceptively caring, "I regret the harsh treatment you have received, but I am afraid it was necessary."

"You regret nothing," Arthur chuckled softly.

"You have been corrupted by that boy…Merlin. He has turned you against me. He is a sorcerer. I made him your manservant and all this time he has been working to destroy me using my own son. He is pure evil."

"The only evil in Camelot is you," Arthur said.

Ignoring his son's comment, he continued his diatribe. "I am truly grateful to you for finding Morgana. For returning her to me. It is for that reason alone that I have not ordered you to be executed along with your men."

Arthur closed his eyes, "Believe me, I did not do it for you."

"I received word that Cenred and Morgause are both dead. I assume it was they who kidnapped her. You did well, Arthur."

"Without Merlin's help I would have never been able to find, much less rescue her."

"Again, with the boy!" Uther said his anger rising. Reaching down, he grabbed Arthur by his tunic, yanking him up onto his knees. "Still, you insist on defending Merlin. He is a sorcerer! Have you forgotten everything I taught you?"

"You taught me to hate magic," Arthur said looking down at the floor. "I know now that magic is not evil, you are."

"Magic is what took your mother from us," Uther hissed.

"It was you," Arthur said shaking his head.

"What did you say?" Uther asked. When Arthur didn't respond he put his hand on his son's head forcing it backward. "You will look at me when I address you!" he hissed.

Arthur jerked his head to the side pulling away from his father's hand. He looked at him, his eyes cold and dark. The king faltered taking a step backward as he saw the utter hatred and disgust in his son's gaze.

"It was you that took my mother, not magic!"

Uther's face paled as he moved toward his throne and sat down. "Whatever you think you know it is a lie. I loved your mother."

"You love no one but yourself!" Arthur hissed through clenched teeth, "You are a tyrannical, selfish, hypocrite! You were so damn desperate for an heir that you sacrificed my mother!"

"Whoever has filled your head with these lies…"

"My entire life you lied to me, and you lied to Morgana. You will rot in hell for what you have done."

"Morgana?" Uther asked.

"She knows the truth. She knows you are her father."

"Morgana will forgive me. Eventually." Uther said with a slight nod, "As will you."

Arthur laughed, "We will never forgive you, Uther."

Hearing his son address him by name threw the king off balance. He shook his head getting to his feet. He reached out putting his hands on Arthur's shoulders. "My son, you have been poisoned against me by Merlin. He has lied to you. He is a sorcerer and cannot be trusted, surely you must see that."

"Take your hands off me!" Arthur said with such venom that Uther jerked his hands back as if he had been burned.

"Arthur, you need not worry, I will spare your life. You will be confined to your chambers under guard. Once Merlin is dead, whatever hold he has over you will die with him, and you will return to me."

"You better kill me now," Arthur said, "Because the first chance I get, I will kill you. I will free Camelot from your reign."

Uther sat down once again staring into the face of his only son. "It is Merlin who is responsible for this. How can you trust him? He betrayed you…kept his powers a secret."

"He kept his powers a secret because you would have had him killed."

"How long have you known about him?" Uther demanded.

"Since the night he nearly died in my arms," Arthur said his eyes challenging Uther.

"You've known since then and did not tell me? You protected a sorcerer."

"I protected my best friend…my brother, from you, and I would do it again ten times over. I protect him as he has protected me. Merlin saved my life more times than I can begin to count. He gave me his loyalty, and his trust even though I did not deserve it."

"I've heard enough," Uther said. "You will remain in your chambers until you come to your senses. "Guards!" he yelled.

When nothing happened, Arthur glanced back toward the doors. "Looks like no one is coming," Arthur said with a smirk.

"Guards!" Uther shouted.

"I wonder what's keeping them." Arthur said meeting his father's gaze.

"What have you…" Uther began but was cut off when the doors opened, and Merlin entered with Gwaine by his side. Uther stepped back his eyes filled with rage and fear. "Guards!" he shouted in desperation.

"Oh sorry," Merlin said, "They are a bit occupied right now."

"Merlin!" the king hissed.

Merlin moved toward Arthur. "Sorry, I'm late," he said.

"I'm used to it," Arthur grinned. "Can you do something with these?"

Merlin put his hands over the restraints and with a few words and a flash of gold they fell away. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"I am now," Arthur said rubbing his wrists where the restraints had dug into his flesh. "Good to see you," the prince smiled giving Merlin a quick embrace.

"Likewise," Merlin grinned.

Uther sat back on his throne observing them with indignation.

Gwaine held a sword out to Arthur looking into the prince's eyes.

Arthur took it from him nodding his thanks. "Merlin and I can handle my father. Go help the others."

"Are you sure?" Gwaine asked.

"Yes, thank you."

Uther stood, drawing his own sword. "You think you can take me…"

Arthur swung the sword swiping at the air trying to loosen up his tense muscles. He moved toward his father. "I am going to make you pay for what you did to my mother."

"I have beaten you before, Arthur. I will always be better than you." Uther lunged forward aiming for his son's chest. "I won this kingdom, and you will never take it from me." He smiled lunging again.

Arthur ducked then spun around slicing downward knocking the sword from his opponent's hand. Seconds later he was behind his father, blade at his throat, his mouth right next to the king's ear. "You are forgetting something, father," Arthur smirked. "The difference between then and now is I have no reason to hold back. I want nothing more than to see you dead."

"Arthur," Uther pleaded, "Please, listen to me. Merlin is evil he is controlling you."

"It is not me who is evil, Uther," Merlin said as he stood in front of the king. "It is you. The lives you have destroyed, the families you have ripped apart. My father was forced into exile because of your hatred. He trusted you and you betrayed him."

"Your father?" Uther asked.

Merlin moved closer. "Balinor…"

"Balinor…" the king said, "The Last Dragonlord."

"Actually, I am the Last Dragonlord, his gift passed to me when he died."

"You?" Uther's eyes narrowed.

Arthur smiled as he figured out Merlin's intent. "Yes, thanks to Merlin I had the pleasure of meeting Kilgharrah. Great chap, that dragon."

"I am certain he will come if I call," Merlin said with a raised eyebrow and a crooked grin. "As he always does."

Uther's eyes widened in terror. "No, you wouldn't…"

"What's wrong, Uther? I would think you would enjoy some alone time with your old friend," Arthur said.

"I know Kilgharrah would," Merlin said. "He has been waiting a long time to show you his appreciation for keeping him locked away in that cave."

"Please, no…I will do anything."

"Anything?" Merlin asked raising an eyebrow.

"He did say anything," Arthur grinned pushing Uther toward the doors leading outside. "You are going to face the people of Camelot and confess to all the crimes you have committed. You will tell them how you murdered their beloved queen."

"My people will never stand for this!" Uther straightened, lifting his head in defiance despite his son's blade at his throat.

"Your people have lived in fear for too long," Arthur said pushing the king over the threshold placing the point of his sword at his back. "They know when I am king they will finally be free."

As soon as Uther stepped out onto the balcony he realized his son spoke the truth. The square was filled with the people of Camelot and the surrounding villages. His face paled as saw all their smiling hopeful faces, heard their excited voices. They were there not in support of their king, but to witness his downfall.

"People of Camelot," Arthur said his voice strong and sure. "I Prince Arthur come before you this day to offer you the freedom you deserve. My father…your king is guilty of countless crimes. He has broken his own laws and decrees including those banning magic. While he has relentlessly persecuted those with magic he has used it himself for his own selfish purposes. His arrogance brought about the death of my mother, Queen Ygraine."

Uther stood tall and defiant. "Do not listen to my son. He has been corrupted by magic, by the sorcerer Merlin!"

"Those of you who know Merlin," Arthur said to the people, "You know what he has risked for me, for Camelot…for all of you. We owe him a greater debt than we can ever hope to repay." Arthur turned to look at his friend. Merlin met his gaze his blue eyes filled with hope and gratitude.

"People of Camelot," Arthur said, "Uther Pendragon will confess his crimes here before you then I leave the decision to you as to what his punishment should be? Imprisonment, banishment or death?"

Uther looked at Arthur with panic in his eyes. "You cannot do this!"

"You should be grateful, Uther." Arthur said as he took a step toward his father. "It is only in my mother's memory that I am offering you this chance. Everything in me wants to run you through for what you did to her, but I refuse to give in to the hate. To become you."

"Arthur, please…I regret what I did," Uther said calmly at first then with a guttural growl he lunged toward Arthur wrapping his hands around his throat. "I regret what I did because I lost my beautiful Ygraine and was left with a wretched, foolish, coward for a son. I tried so hard to make you into a man worthy of the crown, but you have shamed me and your people!" Uther quickly shifted his position, his arm around Arthur's neck, his hand pressed into his throat. "You disgust me!" he hissed into his son's ear.

"Uther, let him go!" Merlin shouted, "Release him now!" Merlin struggled to keep his voice steady. One wrong move and Uther could easily break Arthur's neck.

"If I am to die I am taking him with me!" The king's eyes were crazed, his grip tightening even more around Arthur's throat.

"Father!" Morgana cried, catching everyone by surprise. She moved with sheer determination and grace, dressed in a stunning purple gown.

"Morgana," Uther said his eyes lighting up. "My beautiful daughter."

"Yes, I am your daughter," she said with a smile.

Uther beamed with pride. "My child, you have returned to me."

"And I will stay with you if you let Arthur go. Please."

Uther looked down at his son. His grip loosening just slightly. "You promise?"

"Yes, father. I promise. Just let Arthur go. You do not want to kill him. If you do you will never forgive yourself."

"Morgana," Uther said softly.

Morgana stepped closer trying to hide the terror in her eyes as she saw Arthur's eyes glazing over. "Father…let him go!"

Finally, Uther let go, he reached for Morgana. But she quickly moved away her green eyes burning with hatred and fury. Gwaine stepped out from behind her grabbing Uther by the arm.

Arthur fell to his knees choking, struggling for air. Merlin pulled him into his arms. "I've got you, Arthur," he said his voice breaking. "Listen to me. I need you to try and calm down. Trust me," Merlin smiled looking into his panic filled eyes. Arthur stopped struggling his hand gripping the front of Merlin's tunic.

Merlin put his hand over Arthur's chest, his voice came from low in his throat. "Ic þe þurhhæle þin licsare." Merlin's eyes opened lit with gold. He repeated the spell again then finally felt Arthur relax, his breathing returning to normal. "Arthur," he said softly.

Arthur looked up his hand moving from Merlin's tunic to his shoulder. "Y—you saved me yet again," he said his voice hoarse.

"Just returning the favor," Merlin said as he stood and helped his friend to his feet. Arthur leaned on him until he regained his balance. "Are you sure you're all right," Merlin asked.

"Yes, I'm good."

"Arthur…" Uther began but Arthur cut him off with a wave of his hand.

"No…father…don't say anything. I am done. You will relinquish the crown and be forever banished from Camelot, or you will die."

Uther lowered his gaze in defeat. But as Gwaine began to lead him away, Uther jerked his arm back pulling a dagger from beneath his cloak. He stabbed Gwaine before lunging at Merlin.

"No!" Morgana screamed. Her magic erupted from within her with such force that it hit Uther sending him over the wall. He landed on the cobblestones below.

Merlin quickly pulled Morgana into his arms pressing his hand to the back of her head to keep her from seeing Uther's contorted body. He held her tightly as she shuddered with deep soul wrenching sobs.

Arthur looked down as the people of Camelot surrounded Uther's body. He knew he should feel grief but all he felt was pity for a man so consumed with hate that there was no room for anything else. As he turned back around he saw Gwaine lying on the ground covered in blood.

"Gwaine!" Arthur said dropping to his knees next to his friend. "Merlin, Gwaine needs help!"

Merlin looked into Morgana's eyes, "I need to help Gwaine."

"Merlin, what happened," Lancelot asked running toward him.

"Lancelot please, I have to help Gwaine," he said.

Lancelot nodded taking Morgana into his arms. "I've got you," he said softly.

Merlin dropped to his knees on the other side of Gwaine. Arthur moved his hand away so Merlin could examine the gaping wound in his chest. "Gwaine, you are not going to die on me."

"Merlin, my friend…you can't save me," Gwaine smiled, "This one is beyond even the Great Emrys."

"Gwaine don't…" Arthur said.

Looking up at Arthur, Gwaine smiled. "Take care of him," he said as he reached up to pat Merlin's chest. "He's worth dying for."

"I will," Arthur nodded choking on the words as tears filled his eyes.

"Gwaine…no," Merlin said as his friend's arm went limp.

Merlin shook his head slowly. Morgana pulled away from Lancelot and knelt next to him and he instantly gathered her to him.

Arthur got to his feet, staring down at Gwaine then slowly turned to looked out over the square. The people were standing with their heads lowered in respect honoring the man who just gave his life.

Moving toward Merlin and Morgana Arthur reached down helping them both to their feet. He embraced his sister kissing the top of her head then put his arm around his best friend as Lancelot, Elyan and Percival gently lifted Gwaine carrying him away.

Merlin stood next to Arthur in the square, flanked by Sir Lancelot, Sir Elyan, Sir Percival, Sir Leon and the other Knights of Camelot. Together the newly crowned king and his servant tossed torches onto the funeral pyre watching as the flames grew reaching upward to claim the body of their friend.

"It was an honor to know you, Sir Gwaine," Arthur said. "He once said that nobility is defined by what you do, not by who you are. Sir Gwaine proved many times over that he was truly noble. He was a great friend and the bravest of warriors, he will be sorely missed."

Merlin looked at Arthur with a nod then looked down. In his hand he held the necklace that Gwaine always wore. "Goodbye, my friend."

Arthur took a step back then turned putting his hand on Merlin's shoulder. They walked together across the courtyard. "Are you all right?"

"I still can't believe he's gone," Merlin said glancing back at the pyre, "It was good that you knighted him. His father was a knight in Caerleon's army."

"I know, he told me. I want you to know that I am making arrangements for Gwaine's mother. Caerleon let her down, but I will not. She will be taken care of for the rest of her life. I will make certain she knows of his sacrifice."

Merlin nodded, "That is very generous of you."

"It's the least I could do."

Merlin, reached out placing Gwaine's necklace in Arthur's hand, "His mother will want this."

Arthur shook his head giving it back to him, "No, Merlin, Gwaine would want you to have it."

Merlin gave a slight nod then looked down. "Where does it end, Arthur?"

"I wish I knew, my friend."

"I can't shake this feeling…something bad is coming."

"Whatever it is, we will face it together. Like we always have. Whatever trials lie ahead I have faith in us."

"So do I," Merlin smiled. "So how does it feel to wear the crown?"

"It is a lot heavier than I realized," Arthur said, "Even with Uther gone, I think some people are afraid. They believe I am like him."

"You are nothing like him. They will soon see that."

"Merlin, I would like to ask you to be my liaison to people with magic. Help me find ways I can prove to them that I am different and that they are safe."

"Of course," Merlin smiled.

"Then I suppose you will be resigning as my servant?"

"What?" Merlin asked.

"With all the new responsibilities…"

"Arthur, there is no way I am resigning. You're stuck with me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Merlin," Arthur grinned.