Old Souls

A/N: Ok, Now into the Dungeon! This and the next chapter is probably going to be the last chapter spit into Barak/Myrddin chapters. After that, they will be together for the rest of this arc and the next at least. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

PS: It's my birthday today the twenty-seventh, and I didn't even remember until my mother told me happy birthday... I am probably going to have altimeters when I get old.

Chapter Song: Viva La Vida - By Coldplay

Be My Mirror, My Sword and Shield

Myrddin was only half aware of going back to Lord Jamil's palace and was more interested in memorizing every bit of the boy he had seen. He had purple hair like he did in his dreams but the boy wore it different. His bangs had been loose and fluffy with a stand handing in between his eyes to the bridge of his nose but the rest of it had been completely different. His forelocks instead of hanging down to his chest free of his ponytail had been braided back into the long tail that was snug against the middle of the back of his head. It had made his rather delicate facial features stand out more. He had a heart-shaped face which was odd for a boy and high cheekbones. His eyes, however, had been even more exotic than they had been in his previous life, large and gold outlined in almost black eyelashes. Myrddin smirked as he remembered the eyebrows though, that must drive Harry nuts as it made him look even more exotic. The white-haired boy would not be surprised if the other boy had been mistaken for a female with those looks.

As he stepped into the opulent receiving room of the Palace and came to stand behind his Master, Myrddin let his thoughts wander to the rest of the mental image he was constructed in his mind. The plum haired boy had been rather short but had slightly broad shoulders and long limbs that usually meant that one would be rather well built later on during puberty. Carefully tucking the image away for later consideration the magician turned back into the conversation happening around him as a racket built up.

"... Simply I want everything." Jamil was saying and Myrddin was hard pressed to not let his pleasant smile slide into a cyanide sweet one that usually meant he was plotting someone's demise. How he hated this man. Jamil was rather like Voldemort and Bellatrix in the way that he was a true blue sociopath that thought he owned everything and everyone around him. Also, like the two mentioned he loved violence be it psychological or physical it did not matter much to the man. The white-haired boy rather wished he would just drop dead but he knew that that would only happen if someone made it happen.

Hmm, now there was a thought. Myrddin hid a rather psychotic smile as he remembered the fire in the plum haired boys eyes. He may just have a willing helper.

Needless to say, Myrddin was rather pleased when Jamil decided to go after the trio in the dungeon. If something were to happen to him there well… it was not likely Myrddin could be blamed for it.

He was perhaps lucky that his master did not see the sweet smile on his face as the man handed him a long ebony staff with a large blue stone set into the head. If he had the man may have rethought bringing him along with Morgiana and his gladiator slave Goltas who was actually a rather nice man for all his giant stature. Hell given the look that he could almost feel coming from the large man he knew that Myrddin probably had an insidious plan but just let it go.

Then they wear off into the dungeon.

It was odd. That was all that Myrddin could think of when he saw the cave system that made up quite a bit of the dungeon. He winced when he saw the Lord looking at the symbols written next to the many cave entrances thigh. He hoped beyond hope that Harry (He really needed to find out the boy's new name before he fell into a habit.) had not been so stupid as to allow the boys with him to so clearly mark there trail. He at least had to know that there was a possibility of someone following them into the labyrinth.

As it turned out the trio had gotten separated with Barak (So that was Harry's new name, It was sort of intimidating for such a cute boy, it meant Lightning he believed. It definitely fit the boy he had known though.) when running through the caves. Myrddin knew that the boy was probably watching from somewhere up high, he was quite sneaky like that. The magician kept his distance as he watched first as Aladdin was found asleep with Alibaba watching over him to when Jamil forced the older blond boy to go first in a route that they were not too sure about.

Now Myrddin sat beside Aladdin as Morgiana watched over the both of them, Jamil and Goltas having gone ahead. The white-haired boy watched as Aladdin tried to make Morgiana laugh before he said anything, too interested in watching how the Rukh acted around the boy.

"So you're a Magic user too Aladdin?" Myrddin asked in a soothing tone glad for once that his soft but deep voice was good for something. The boy glanced back at him before staring hard at him for a moment his mouth popping open in something like shock.

"Wow, mister you sure are loved by the Rukh! Kinda like Mr. Barak is but different at the same time." The blue-haired boy frowned for a moment and tilted his head to the side. "The Rukh say that you are more like me though!" Myrddin frowned slightly and tilted his head to the side as well. What in the hell did the boy mean?

Then he listened closely to the Rukh. 'Hidden!' one exclaimed. 'Powerful!' another chirped. 'Magi!' yet another one piped up. Myrddin felt himself blanch slightly as he for the first time heard the Rukh clearly. 'Magi, Magi, Magi!' they chimed around the two boys.

He was so fucked.

'Damn you, Solomon, you planned this didn't you?!' The reincarnated boy felt his temper rise as he realizes just how Solomon had played them. 'A Magi and a King Candidate in one go, you just could not resist it could you? You knew I would never choose anyone but Ha- Barak and still gave me this power. But why?'

A slightly larger Rukh than normal landed on his right shoulder and a deep voice whispered to him, so low that Aladdin could not hear it.

"You and Barak will be able to change much of what would happen simply by existing in this way. You take the place of the third Magi from Alma Toran, therefore blocking someone else from becoming one, while Barak was your own worlds Singularity. That was why he was so important to your world. Here he can smooth over what our Singularity changes. He is the healer to our changer you understand?" And suddenly Myrddin could see it. Barak was born to someone, likely this world's Singularity, who was in a position of power. If he chose the other boy as his King than that would help his parent out more than anything else would. An heir and a Magi in one package, it would be awfully tempting to anybody.

'You bastard.' Myrddin thought emphatically as he pieced everything together.

If they weren't very very careful than they could start a whole new world war over who claimed them.

A/N: and how do you like that curveball?! I was playing with that idea for a while but had not been sure about it until I wrote this chapter. Myrddin is somewhere in between Judal and Yunan in temperament, ( yeah scary thought right? ) so he has a hard time caring too much about people in general other than disliking seeing someone hurt when he can help but when he does care he can and will do anything in his power to save that person. Now imagine that with Barak's cheerful willingness to cause chaos and help people. So they will be causing a lot of things to differ from what it was supposed to be. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter and will keep reading this story! Thank you all for reading and please favorite and review!