Old Souls

A/N: Now here is Myrddin's chapter! And yes Barak is going to have a field day when he finds out just who his father is. He is also properly going to endlessly torment the man about his man whorish ways.

Chapter Song: Back To Avalon - By Heart

And The Phoenix Flies

Six years had passed sense Myrddin had been made a slave, Six long and terrible years. The thirteen-year-old couldn't help but shudder as he remembered the first few years in his master's service. The then seven-year-old had been defiant for the first few weeks until the subsequent beatings had made curtailed most of that. He would still have the scars to prove it if Lord Jamil had not been one to hate seeing scars on something beautiful, like Myrddin himself or the fanalis girl Morgiana. The tall white-haired boy shook himself from his depressing memories and plastered on a kind helpful smile that hid his spite well. He still had the morning chores to do before going out to grab some things his erstwhile master had ordered from a local bookseller.

Pulling on his white overcoat Myrddin carefully checked his appearance knowing that if he did not look his beast his beast of a master would be displeased and the boy did not really feel like having to deal with a temper tantrum from the man today. His black baggy pants were clean and tucked into his ankle boots while his midnight blue undershirt was closed securely around his chest leaving nothing below his collarbone exposed. The one time he did not tie his undershirt in properly Lord Jamil had asked him in a calm casual tone if he had been hoping that he could find a place among the man's many concubines. Needles to say Myrddin had never done that again and had always made sure that he was fully covered no matter how hot it was outside.

The one thing that the conservative clothing did not cover was the unusual slave collar that circled the boy's slim throat. Myrddin eyed it one last time in the bronze mirror that was in his quarters before heading out of the tiny room that belonged to him in the slave quarters. The collar was silver unlike the other slaves and was made specifically for a magician. It limited the magic one could use and would knock him out if he ever tried to undo it with magic. He had only tried to bypass it once when he had been learning magic from a scroll that Jamil had found somewhere and it had produced a rather harsh shock that had not only knocked him out cold but had also left him with some rather impressive electrical burns around his throat.

Shaking the thoughts from his mind Myrddin walked quickly into the large library and grabbed the few scrolls that he had to put back in there proper places before cleaning the shelves. As he got absorbed into the mind-numbing work the teen spaced out. For the last few weeks, he had been having dreams of who he was pretty sure was Harry in this life. A tiny true smile slid across his face. The purple haired teen was still the same magnet for trouble if it was true dreams. Myrddin was rather sure that they were considering that Solomon had told them when he was pushing them into the flow of Rukh that he would find some way to tell them who the other was when they were ready to know. The white-haired teen flushed as he remembered some of the dreams. The other teen was a sort of almost effeminate male that could pass off for a female if not for the muscle mass that he hid underneath his baggy clothing. Myrddin smirked faintly as he also recalled that he was still the taller of the two at a good five foot six to the purple haired boys five foot three.

He wondered if Harry dreamed of him as well. Then he flushed again as he also wondered if the other boy had the same er… interesting dreams that he had as well.

"Myrddin are you ready to go?" a soft voice asked as he finished brushing off a particularly dusty tome wondering just how it had gotten so dirty in only a fortnight. He jumped slightly and turned to see a slightly smaller red-haired female in the doorway leading to the room. Myrddin coughed slightly to cover his embarrassment and cleared his throat before nodding.

"Yes Morgiana, just let me put this up and we can go." He slid the thick book back into its proper place and then turned a slightly puzzled look coming across his face as he did so. "By the way, just what is it that you needed to get from the market today? I thought that the shipment of wine was supposed to be delivered here by cart?" The female fanalis frowned slightly and tilted her head in an equally puzzled look.

"Actually I don't know what exactly happened to that specific shipment but I am supposed to go and pick up some fruit for Master." Myrddin nodded in understanding and ran a hand through his unruly hair wishing for the thousandth time that he could grow the top portion as long as the rest of his hair that reached his knees. Pulling the longer bottom half of his hair back he slid a leather strap around the curly stands knowing that if he left it unbound it would just get in his way later.

"Alright then, let's head out. I don't want to have Master mad at us for being late." The male muttered as he walked over to the female and motioned for her to go first. Morgiana gave him a kind smile before leaving with him following close behind closing the door on the way out.

As the two made their way out of the opulent little palace Myrddin grimaced as he felt the high sun cut straight through his clothing and began to make him sweat. It was going to be a long hot day ahead of them. He sighed as he flipped his hood up so that it covered his face from the harsh sunlight. Oh, how he despised the desert.

A shiver ran down his spine as the mage followed his companion down the busy street. Something was going to happen today, something good or ill he did not know. Glancing at the glowing gold Rukh that hovered around him he frowned and wondered just what it was trying to tell him. He shook it off as they sounded happy so something good was likely to happen, a bitter smile came to his face. The only thing he wanted to happen was unlikely to, after all, how would Harry know where to find him to free him?

It was only after getting the things that they were supposed to and beginning to head back that the Rukh started to chirp frantically making Myrddin look up from his pondering only to catch magnificent gold eyes staring wide-eyed directly at him.

And so the two who were favored by Solomon found each other once more but only time would tell if they could stay together.

A/N: Yes I know I skipped a hell of a lot of years but the only thing I could really write about then would have been Myrddin's slave days and that would not have been very interesting. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter! Please, Favorit and Review! Thank you for reading!