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READ THE PREVIOUSLY! so I decided to continue going with this story line so here we go! Finally after all this time, Chapter 4. sorry for abandoning! I hate when other DO that :( thankyou for all your kind reviews! I didn't except so many to respond but glad y'all did :). Eh hopefully you guys will like it, enjoy!

Previously on The Sorcerer Games...

"If I may, sire, I believe he is correct." Gaius spoke up. "I found this," the physician moved over to his book shelf and picked up what looked like to be a royal seal. "On Merlin's bed, it is the same Royal Crest that is on that cloak."

Arthur took the ring from Gaius and held it close to his face, observing it from all angles. "It's a perfect match."

"That is their Royal seal, not one normally fit for a king but, for a Prince." Uther stated.

Arthur stilled, "Are you saying that the Prince from this mysterious kingdom personally came here to kidnap my manservant?"

"I have no idea, son. All I'm saying is that," he pointed to the ring in Arthur's hand, "that is a royal seal fit for a crown prince."

Previously on Yin and Yang...

"I thank you for your kind words, Alexander-"

"Please," the Prince interrupted, "call me Alex."

"Alex," the king corrected with a small smile, "I believe you have done the right thing by coming to me with this information, but, what is it your father is planning? There has to be something greater than just... killing off my patrols."

Alex nodded, hesitantly speaking, "He plans to attack within the week."

"Attack?" Arthur sounded alarmed. "How strong is his army?"

Alex diverted his eyes, finding the stone wall behind the king much more interesting.

"He has an army of sorcerers." He muttered.

Arthur's eyes widened. "A sorcerer army?"

[Cont]

They always used to wrestle like this. Merlin would knee Cade and get the opening to flip the other over, triumphantly whooping in the end, but this time it felt different, especially when Merlin didn't have the time to fight back.

Cade gripped onto Merlin's wrists and held them above the warlock's head. Merlin struggled against his friend but his attempts were futile.

He looked up at the man on top of him, expecting to see his friend there, but it wasn't Cade, no, it was the last person he ever expected to see. Someone he only ever dreamed about in his nightmares.

The man staring back at him was no longer his friend, but Merek.

Merek, the sorcerer who had beaten him, molested him.

Merek, the man who had dealt the killing blow to his heart.

His offender, his killer.

Arthur stared blankly out of the window in his chambers. He wasn't paying attention to the people below who were bustling about the courtyard running errands for their families or masters. He was looking, but not focusing on what was in front of him, his mind was elsewhere.

He thought back to what happened that day. How he felt when his eyes landed on the dark green color of their cloaks, how his hands gripped the sides of his throne until his knuckles were a ghostly white. The real, intense anger he felt the moment his eyes latched on to the Prince's hands and discovered no sigil ring. He remembers clearly the gut wrenching, sickly feeling he got when he saw the engraved Golden Lion on their breastplates.

These were the men who kidnapped Merlin five years ago. This was the same Prince who took Merlin from his bed. This was the kingdom that held his servant captive for eight months.

The King turned his head away from the window and looked towards the keys that were dangling from their place beside his bed, neatly placed on the hook near the upper left corner of his headboard.

He told Prince Alex that he believed the man and all he had to say about his father and the threat to his kingdom. He seemed like a trustworthy man, and his men kind of reminded Arthur of his own, but, how could he trust the man who kidnapped Merlin? How could he forgive the person who caused him to grieve and feel half the person he was for eight long, miserable months?

Arthur never got to learn or here about what happened to his servant during those months since every time he asked him a question about what happened, the man clambered up and refused to speak of anything on the matter. Over time Arthur just stopped asking, stopped worrying because well... it's wasn't right for a prince or king to worry about his manservant. It wasn't propriety, it wasn't proper.

Merlin didn't seem the least bit unfazed by the appearance of these men. In fact, he seemed sort of, happy? No, he had some sort of longing in his eyes, the face of someone who hadn't seen a friend for years. And maybe, maybe that's exactly what it was. Perhaps Merlin befriended his captors during his long stay in Arudus. Maybe, Merlin was protecting them. That's why he sent Merlin to accompany them to their rooms and not some other servant. He wanted to see his reaction. But as usually, his face was unreliable. And the polite smile he gave to the group was customary when it came to showing royalties to their rooms. Unless...

Arthur shook his head to clear it. No, he thought, Merlin was only loyal to him, he couldn't have divided loyalties between two royals of different households. That'd be ridiculous, so unlike the Merlin he knew.

The glimmer of his keys grabbed his attention again, this time he focused on one specific key. It was gold unlike the rest, specifically designed for the toughest of locks.

There were only two keys of this one in existence. One belongs to him, and the other belongs to his first in command, Leon.

He took a few steps till he reached the edge of his bed before taking the keys off the hook. He attached it to the side of his belt and took off towards his chamber door. He was heading to the one place this key opened, the one place he could find the object he was looking for.

The vaults.

"Your so beautiful. I can't believe I'm going to get to have my way with you."

"No."

"Too many clothes."

"No! Help me! Somebody!"

"No one is going to come for you Merlin, nobody cares for you."

"p-please leave me alone."

"No can do."

"No, stop please. Ah, stop, stop stop. No... Arthur!"

Merlin woke with a start, shooting bolt right out of bed. He panted vigorously as he raised a shaky hand to wipe of the perspiration that had formed on his forehead.

"Are you alright?"

Merlin flinched from the sudden rumble of words, quickly turning his face towards the sound.

When his vision cleared, it was to see a worried stricken Mason.

The warlock slowly lowered his hand which had instinctively stretched out towards the man.

"Lord Mason," Merlin acknowledged a bit breathlessly, a small, relieved smile gracing his lips, "you startled me."

The Lord was sitting to his right. One of the wooden chairs from the dinner table under his rear. His under eyes were drooping with bags, and the way he was sitting, with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands told Merlin he had been there for awhile.

"Sir Mason." He corrected.

"What?" Merlin asked, still confused and dazed from his nightmare and slumber.

The man sighed.

"I would prefer if you called me Sir Mason." He leaned back in his chair and gestured with his hand over his armor. "As you can tell, I'm a knight now Merlin, and I'd appreciate it if you used my proper title."

Merlin sheepishly nodded his head. "Oh uh, my apologizes, er, Sir Mason?"

The older knight smiled in response.

Even though he spent all day, everyday with this man for eight months at one point in his life, he was still really intimated at times by the guy. Even if he could beat him with a sword.

"And to answer your first question, I'm fine."

Mason's smile faltered a bit at that. He hummed in response and just sat there, arms crossed and staring at Merlin.

The warlock diverted his gaze and looked around the room. Finally remembering the events that had lead him to wake up in Alex's bed, with no Prince in sight.

"Where are the others?" Merlin curiously asked.

His previous trainer looked towards the window when he next spoke, "Training with some of the knights of Camelot."

Well, if Sir Mason was a knight then...

"Why aren't you with them?"

The man sighed and looked away, refusing to meet his eyes when he said, "someone had to stay and watch over you. I volunteered."

Merlin's cheeks colored slightly in embarrassment at the prospect of having to be looked after by another man. He was certainly not a boy.

"That was, um, very kind of you."

The Knight cleared his threat before rising out of his chair. Merlin watched as he picked up the chair and put it back with the others.

"I'm going to join the others now." Mason said, looking once again at Merlin. "I'm sure they'd love for you to come."

"Pft." Merlin waved him off, "I couldn't possibly intrude on their training. Besides, I wouldn't be able to spar with them even if I wanted to."

Mason tilted his head in confusion with a furrowed brow. It kind of reminded Merlin of Arthur's hunting dogs when they heard an unfamiliar command.

"And why is that?"

Merlin but his lip. He hadn't exactly told the knights of Arudus that he'd kept not only his magic a secret from Arthur, but also the fact that he could wield a sword as well as his king, fight better than his master, and throw a knife dead center of a target. He was practically an assassin. Well, he technically kind of was if he was killing those who stood in Arthur's way. He cringed a little at the thought of his previous kills.

He scratched the back of his head self-consciously and gave a small shrug.

"Arthur kind of doesn't know that I can wield a sword."

The knight seemed taken aback for a moment before he schooled his features into something more appropriate.

"Oh, well, I guess you couldn't have told him now could you?"

Merlin silently agreed.

"It would have lead to a bunch of questions about what you were doing in Arudus, and you certainly couldn't have mentioned the Sorcerer Games without revealing yourself to your King who would have a Sorcerer executed in no time at all, and-"

"Yes, yes I get it." Merlin spoke quickly, cutting Mason off. This was the most the man had ever spoken in all the months that he'd known him.

"My apologizes." He said while shifting uncomfortably. They stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before Sir Mason cleared his throat, again.

"Well if your sure about not coming..."

"I'm sure." Merlin reassured him with a soft smile. "Go on, their probably waiting for-"

Just then, the door slammed open, hitting the wall behind it and most likely creating a hole in the wall. Three laughing knights, Cade, Matthew, and Lucas, came barreling into the room.

"Merlin!" Lucas cheered enthusiastically when he caught sight of him. He walked over towards the warlock and giving him a tight bear hug before letting go. Merlin wrinkled his nose, the knight smelled like outside and was sticky with wet sweat. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." Merlin replied with a small smile. He stole a glance over at Cade to see the knight avoiding eye contact with him, and looking a little glum.

"Come on!" Lucas encouraged, pulling Merlin by the arm out of bed. If it wasn't for the knight keeping a hold of his shoulder, he probably would be on the floor by now. "We're meeting Gwaine at the rising sun in a bit and have come back to bring you along!"

Merlin looked around and noted that Alex was still, no where in sight.

"Where's Alex?" He asked worriedly.

Matthew finally spoke up, "oh, he's taking a breather on the training field and enjoying himself a little longer in the sun. He'll meet us there soon."

The warlock made a decision and nodded. "Okay." He replied before following the rest out.

Mason had a grim expression on his face, most likely disappointed that he didn't get the chance to train but that was quickly replaced by a hunger for mead. So he too came along.

Prince Alex stood with his head tilted up, facing the sky. The sun's warm, afternoon rays felt warm and delightful on his skin after the long training session.

It was amazing, finally getting to train with other knights from another kingdom. They were no better than him, he was after all, the best swordsman in Arudus, well, if he counted Merlin, they may just be about the same.

Over the course of the five years he was parted from Merlin, he couldn't help but think about him at least once everyday. The man left an imprint on his heart and it hadn't been relieved since. In the short eight months he had spent time with the legendary Emrys, he had somehow wormed his way into becoming his best friend. More like a little brother. He smiled just thinking about the fun memories they had.

"Pleasant day isn't it?"

The Prince quickly opened his eyes and lowered his face, he turned towards the the newcomer.

King Arthur, was the man behind the voice who had just now caught up with him. He stood next to him, staring not at him, but at the field in front of them. His face was unreadable, with the slightest tightness of muscles. He stood straight and brilliant, like every great King should, with his hands clasped perfect behind his back.

Alex turned away to stare off in the same place as the king.

"Indeed it is, sire." He answered politely.

There was a peaceful moment of silence before the king turned to him with a weird smile on his face.

"Tell me, Alexander." The Prince inwardly cringed at the use of his full name. "Have you ever been to Camelot before?"

The Prince took a quick glance to his left before answering, "No, sire."

The King smiled almost triumphantly, as if that was exactly the answer he had been waiting for. Arthur turned back to face the fields once more.

"Is Camelot to your liking?"

Alex had no idea what the King of Camelot was playing at, but he knew it couldn't be good.

"Y-yes, your majesty, Camelot is wonderful." The Prince responded, inwardly cursing himself for stuttering.

Arthur grinned wider, still not looking at him.

"And my Manservant? Merlin?" The king asked, turning his head to look at Alex. The smile suddenly falling from his face. "Was he to your liking as well?"

Was this usual protocol? For a king to ask such question to their guests? Perhaps it was.

"Yes," Alex responded, and he couldn't help the faint smile that formed on his lips. "He was very polite and helpful."

Arthur nodded, seeming to agree. "That he is."

It was silent for a moment longer, with both of them refusing to meet the other's eyes

Out of the corner of his eye, Alex saw the King reach in his pocket for something. When he revealed what he had been looking for, the Prince's eyes followed the object the king was twirling through his fingers. It was a golden ring.

"Here." Arthur suddenly spoke up, turning quickly and depositing the ring in Alex's hand.

"I believe you dropped this on your last visit to my kingdom."

The moment Alex turned the ring over in his hand and saw the Lion, he stilled. His heart rate sped up and so did his breathing.

Because in his hand was not just any ring, but his sigil ring. A ring he had lost five years ago, a ring he had lost in Camelot.

He was still frozen to the spot when Arthur walked past him, returning back to the castle.

He turned just in time to see the king halt to a stop and spin around swiftly.

"Oh, and Alexander, I'm sure you can have your men ready to ride out by morning." He finished with a confident smirk. "I hope you had a pleasant stay."

And with that, he walked off, leaving a horror stricken Prince behind in his wake.

The only thoughts running through Alex's head was, this is bad.

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