Merlin tip-toed into Arthur's bedroom early in the morning. He carefully stepped across the stone floor, avoided the tables fearing his clumsiness would knock something over. As he approached Arthur's massive bed, he heard a growling emerging from the pile of covers. He stepped forward and slowly lifted the corner of the blanket to peak at the face under the sheets. Merlin was taken aback at how awful Arthur looked... And smelled. He threw his hand to his face, attempting to block his airways. "Phew!" Merlin waved the repulsive air away his nose. "That's disgusting." Arthur smelled like he'd slept in a pig pen and took a bath in mead. This can't be good. He thought to himself as he inwardly groaned. He is going to be so grumpy when he wakes up.

Merlin then smiled slightly at the evil thoughts that formed in his mind. He walked over to the drapes, smiled back at his master's direction then yanked them open. The sunlight burst through the window, shining in direct contact with poor Arthur's face.

Arthur firmly squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to make a complaint but it only came out as a grumble. Merlin assumed it was the usual "Go away or I'll kill you." Arthur rolled away from the blinding light as Merlin walked back over to his bed with a smile on his face. "RISE AND SHINE!" Merlin said as loudly as he could in Arthur's ear, without shouting. Arthur, startled by his sudden outburst, jolted up in bed. Merlin recoiled automatically. Arthur looked like death. Dark circles under his sleepy eyes. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. He thought as he saw the look of murder forming on Arthur's face. "Good morning, Arthur?" Merlin tried to say it as low as possible while backing away slowly. Arthur only looked even angrier, now that he was glaring at him. "Would you like some breakfast?" Merlin was still walking back. "No?" Arthur reached for something on his night stand. "Now lets not do anything hasty." A goblet just barely missed his head. "Throwing things is not going to help you get over your anger." Again Arthur reached for something that looked like a dagger. "Maybe I'll just come back later." Merlin ducked behind the door just in time as something clanged against it.

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When Merlin came back later, he stopped. He was supposed to wake Arthur and prepare him for the counsel hearing but he knew better to wait. Merlin may be a sorcerer but he would rather face a griffen then face Arthur when he's angry... But then again, he'd have his head if Arthur didn't show up for the hearing. And sleepy angry Arthur couldn't be as bad as fully awake and capable angry Arthur. All he had to do was get Arthur out of bed and make him look presentable. But that was easier said then done. So Merlin summoned up his inner guts and walked into the room. To his surprise, Arthur was already awake... Well sort of. He was still laying in bed but his eyes were somewhat open.

"Arthur? Are you awake?" He asked somewhat amused. Merlin waved a hand above Arthur's face. Arthur turned his gaze to Merlin with a sickly look on his face. He looked like he was having trouble focusing his eyesight. "Arthur? Are you ok?" Arthur sat up slowly... very slowly. He tried to say something but his voice was very raspy. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I feel terrible, Merlin. My head is pounding, I feel extremely nauseous... I don't remember what happened last night. And why on earth do I smell like I hugged Gwaine?"

"You did more than hug him." Merlin replied under his breath, trying to hide a smile. "What was the last thing you DO remember?"

"I was here. Sharpening my own sword because I didn't have a servant to do it for me." He directed that accusation at Merlin. "and I think one of the servants told me something was going on in town. I remember leaving... I think."

"Arthur... " Merlin was trying to figure out how to say it. "Arthur...You...Uh...Um..."

"Spit it OUT, Merlin!"

Merlin was smiling. "You got drunk."

"What are you talking about, Merlin?" Arthur replied.

"You. Got. Drunk." Merlin answered.

"I don't drink, Merlin. At least... not that much anyways." replied Arthur.

"Gwaine was the situation in town. He was at a Tavern."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Arthur answered sarcastically.

"You probably went to there to bring him back but instead.. stayed and apparently.. drank... A LOT!"

"Thats ridiculous. I do NOT drink. It's obvious you're lying."

"Why would I be lying?" Merlin asked.

"Because...you..." Arthur was trying to think of an excuse. Merlin thought it funny the look of disbelief on his face. Arthur saw the look it on his face. "I DIDN'T get drunk."

"Yes, you did."

"Did NOT!"

"Did too."

"Did NOT!"

"Did. too."

"MERLIN!" Arthur shouted in frustration.

"Look I didn't believe it either at first...Until I saw you and Gwaine singing together."

"Singing?" Arthur shouted.

"Shh!" Merlin hushed. "Be quiet. You don't want word of this to get around the castle. Who knows what people would think if they found out that the prince is a raving drunk."

"I am NOT..."

"Shh!" Merlin interrupted.

Arthur replied "So you're saying...I got drunk...and was singing... with Gwaine?"

Merlin nodded with a smile about to burst through his lips. Arthur grabbed him by the front of the collar. "Merlin, this is going to stay between you.. and Me. And if I find out that it hasn't..." Arthur pulled out a dagger and points it at him. "My anger problems... will be the least of your worries. Is. That. Clear?"

"Got it." Merlin gave a weak smile. Arthur let go and walked behind the screen. "I definitely liked you better when you were drunk. You should have heard the things you said." Merlin laughed a goofy giggle.

"Merlin." Arthur said sternly insinuating for him to bring his clothes.

"So is this going to become a regular thing now, you threatening me?" Merlin asked.

"MERLIN!"

"Shutting up."

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Later that day... Angela...

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I rubbed the large bruise on my arm I got while I was sleeping. It was a dull ache but it hurt worse whenever I touched it. I thought about the vision I had the night before. It was a girl being beat up by her father. After I awoke from the vision, I didn't go back to sleep. I was too afraid it would happen again.

It was already the afternoon. The day went by pretty quickly. One of the servants had told me about an incident in town the other day. Apparently Gwaine was causing quite a ruckus at the Tavern last night. Didn't surprise me though. All the stories Merlin told me. For Gwaine, that was a daily ritual. The servant also told me that one of the royal servants in the castle heard lots of banging noises coming from the Prince's chambers this morning and that he was arguing violently with his servant. "The Prince is torturing his servant." He said.

I laughed. It sounded like a normal day for Arthur and Merlin.

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Several days passed by so fast I didn't even have time to blink. I was getting very worn out from not sleeping. I had numerous cuts and bruises from the various visions I received. A big purple and black bruise on the side of my thigh, a deep cut on my hand and a small gash on my forehead. They were pretty minor stuff. The cuts weren't bleeding anymore. I doctored them with some potions and mixtures I found on Gauis' shelf and now they were just red scars. Every time I thought about it, I became so scared of what would happen if I had another vision. I didn't allow myself to think about how serious it really was.

Someone called my name.

"Angela!" It was Merlin. Oh no. I turned my head to try and hide the scar. I started to walk away but it was too late. "I almost missed you. Where have you been these days? I haven't seen a lot of you." Merlin asked.

"I've just been running errands for Gauis."

"Why aren't you looking at me?" Merlin asked.

"Oh no reason."

"Angela, look at me." He touched my arm right on the bruise.

"Ow." I pulled away and placed my hand on the bruise. Unfortunately that was the hand with the cut.

"What happened to your hand?" He pulled me to look at him. He saw the cut on my hand and head. He moved my hair out of the way. "Angela, what happened to you?" Merlin pulled up my sleeve to reveal the bruise.

"It's nothing. Really." I rubbed my eyes. I was exhausted.

"That is not nothing." He looked very worried. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him. He caught my hesitation. "Did someone do this to you?"

"What? No!" Think..Think.. I was never good at coming up with excuses. Most people could see right through me. If I were anymore transparent, I'd be see through. "I...I tripped.. down a hill. There was rocks. That's all." Please buy it.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"It wasn't a big deal. I didn't want to bother you with it. I'm fine really. It doesn't hurt anymore."

"You look so tired." He prodded. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes. Now quit nagging." I smiled

"You're beginning to sound like Arthur." Merlin joked.

"Ha! I could never replace your relationship with Arthur."

"I wouldn't mind if you did." He smiled that wonderful goofy smile at me. I couldn't help but smile in response.

"Now I have to get some rare herb for Gauis that's only in this deserted part of the woods..." I said sarcastically. "So I'll see you at dinner?"

"If I get done in time." He gave me a surprise kiss on my cheek and ran off.

D'Artagnan walked up behind me out of no where. "Can I accompany you? It's not always safe in the woods these days." I also hoped D'Artagnan didn't notice anything was wrong with me.

I nodded.

We searched for a couple hours searching for that stupid plant. I don't know how many plants I picked. "I am never going to have a garden that's for sure. I've seen enough plants to last a lifetime." I said to my partner in picking. I plucked a plant stem from the ground and examined it. No white sap. UGH! I picked another plant. I could hear Gauis' voice ring in my ears. Make sure it has five leaves not six. If it has six leaves that means it would be a uppahratis plant. This was becoming ridiculous.

D'Artagnan called me over to where he was. He was squatting with a plant in his hand. "Five leaves, white sap? Little brown thorns and white flower buds? I think this is it." He handed me the plant. "This means we can go now, right? I've had enough plant hunting for one day."

I smiled at his joke. I turned to head back in the direction of Camelot. A wave of nausea suddenly hit me. Then a piercing pain followed. I couldn't hold back the scream the rushed out. I fell on my knees as the green forest disappeared.

I saw a town. It was dark like it was late at night. The houses were all blue. An unnatural blue. The glow of fire made the town visible. I saw people screaming and running everywhere. Bodies lay scattered all over the ground. I saw a flash of static, like my dream was interrupted. Medicus. My vision continued. I the towns people, men and women running, away from Wyverns. They were surrounding the village. One zoomed in on a target, a young woman. Fire burst from the Wyverns mouth and the woman's arm caught fire.The heat was so intense I could feel my skin burn.

I had never felt pain like this before. I could hear myself screaming. The vision was fading and I could see the forest returning. I was on my knees and the burning pain of my arm came into focus. I tried to hold back the screams of pain. I could feel tears run down my cheek.

"Angela. Angela." He was talking but I couldn't really hear what he was saying over the buzzing in my ears. "Angela. Listen to me. Don't look at your arm. It will only make things worse. You need to stay calm. I'm going to make a bandage for you alright?" said D'Artagnan.

I nodded as more tears ran down my face. "Try not to move." He took his shirt off and ripped it in strips. He crushed a dried flower that he had brought in his bag in between strips of clothe. I couldn't help but look at my burn. I only glanced at it. It was bright red. The skin was pealed and yellow. It looked like someone spread wax across it. Fear rose up inside of me. I looked away quickly. D'Artagnan looked me straight in the eye. "This is going to hurt... but if I don't wrap it in something it could get infected... Are you ready?"

I closed my eyes, trying to hold back fearful tears. My hands were shaking. Nothing like this had ever happened to me. I had a normal life. I never took risks, never broke any bones. I never built up a tolerance to pain. Living like this...It scared me. I don't know how to handle this kind of life.

I took a deep breathe and I nodded. Something was placed against the burned skin. Pain flared through my arm. Fresh tears poured out as I bit down hard to keep my mouth shut. Only the whimpers of anguish escaped. D'Artagnan carefully wrapped my arm with the strips of clothe. My breathe was ragged. It came out in shaky breathes. My lips still quivering. "It's done." He asked. I opened my eyes and looked down. There wasn't enough clothe to cover the whole wound. But the worst of It was covered. It still stung a LOT but it was bearable. "Can you stand?"

"Its just my arm, not my legs." I said with a slightly sharp tone. He helped me to my feet. Sometimes it's easier for me to release stress in emotions. And sometimes its agitation.

"We need to get you back to Gauis to get it better wrapped. He's the real doctor." He joked. I suddenly got this strange tingling from my pocket watch. I looked around instinctively but I saw nothing.

He led me into town. We walked through the streets, people stared but didn't stop to ask. Thank goodness. We were almost to Gauis' but unfortunately we had to pass the training ground. Arthur, Gwaine and the other knights were all there. I already saw them walking over. What am I going to say? I don't think I'll be able to talk my way out of this one. I was starting to get nervous. D'Artagnan looked down at me as if he sensed it. "Your arm, its burned." Gwaine said.

They gave looks of worry and concern. Arthur came up and examined it. "That is a serious wound." D'Artangnan shifted uncomfortably. And for some reason, I felt a...I don't even know what it was. Some sort of energy or tension. It was such a weird feeling.

"What happened?" Arthur asked.

I opened my mouth unsure of what to say but D'Artagnan spoke instead. "We were walking back from the woods in town when the blacksmith dropped a container of hot liquid metal. Angela, unfortunately, was too close."

"Arthur? I need you promise me you won't tell Merlin about this. I'd like it to come from me." I asked Gwaine and Arthur.

"Of course. You should really get that wound looked at right away." replied Arthur. He looked at D'Artagnan. "I'm sorry do I know you? Have we met before? You look very familiar."

"No we haven't." D'Artagnan was very anxious about something. I think it was Arthur. I wonder why...

Arthur offered his hand. "I'm Arthur."

D'Artagnan practically backed away from his hand. He looked at me. "We should go." Then led me away.

Arthur was left with a dumb-struck look on his face. "Not all people worship the ground you walk on, Arthur." Gwaine teased. "Get used to it...Sire"

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"That was cold." I stated.

"I have my reasons." D'Artagnan. He was looking straight ahead.

"Thank you for covering for me. I just hope Arthur doesn't tell Merlin about this." I didn't mean to voice what I was thinking.

"He won't. He always keeps his word." He replied.

"How do you know?"

"I know Arthur." D'Artagnan answered. "Trust me." He smiled in a way that seemed familiar. He turned to face me, making me stop in my steps. "Now would you like to explain to me what happened? People don't just get burned out of no where." I didn't say anything. "What was your vision about this time?" D'Artagnan asked. I looked down. Not wanting to look at him. "A woman... being burned by a Wyvern."

"Where was she burned?" His eyes were intensely serious.

"Her arm." I replied in a low voice.

"Is this the first vision you've had like this?"

"No." I showed him the cuts on my hand, the bruise on my leg, the three gashes on my back shoulder.

"We need to tell Merlin about this."

"No! You can't!" I replied.

"Merlin needs to know. This is serious, Angela. What if you have a vision about someone getting shot by an arrow or someone being crushed under a boulder? You could get killed."

I couldn't let that thought register in my mind. "That's why you can't tell him. I love him too much to do that to him. He has enough to worry about just protecting Arthur. And that right there is a big enough job on it's own." D'Artagnan chuckled.

"I can't believe you would keep something like that from your boyfriend."

Wait...Boyfriend? When did people in the Medieval Days start using the term "boyfriend/girlfriend" I was about to ask him but we were already at Gauis'.

D'Artagnan told Gauis the cover story. Gauis looked really concerned and slightly suspicious. I would be too. Hot liquid metal? What an excuse. I did have to admit, it was a pretty good lie for on the spot. D'Artagnan must have had lots of practice making excuses to think of something like that on the spot. I wonder what he's hiding. Gauis re-wrapped my bandages and put an ointment on my arm. I made sure he couldn't see any of the other scars or injuries. After he was done, we all had dinner. Merlin didn't make it. I guess he was still working for Arthur.

After dinner I went upstairs to bed. I couldn't sleep though. Not after what happened today.

An hour passed...

D'Artagnan's words echoed through my mind. What if you have a vision about someone getting shot by an arrow or someone being crushed by a boulder? …... You could get killed... You could get killed! … You could get killed!

I heard a noise downstairs. Someone was moving around. I got out of bed and cracked the door open. I thought it would be Merlin coming home late but it was D'Artagnan. He was sneaking out. And I was going to find out where he was going. Maybe I'd discover what he's up to. After he walked out the door I ran downstairs as quiet as I could. I was still wearing my night gown but I didn't care. I looked out the hallway just in time to see him turn a corner. I followed him into the castle. I ducked behind a wall just as he stopped and looked back. He continued.

I almost lost him but I saw him walking down this dark stairway. When he reached the bottom, I heard him talking with someone. I tried to see who it was but he was standing behind the corner.

"You shouldn't be here. Someone might see you." The mysterious man said to D'Artagnan. Wait a minute. I know that voice. He's the man who healed me when I escaped from that prison. But there was something else about his voice that seemed familiar. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Would you stop worrying?" D'Artagnan said with an annoyed tone. "No one followed me. Trust me. This conversation needed to be in person and you know it. She is getting physical symptoms of her visions. The gashes on her back, the burn on her arm."

"I'm worried about her. She's so young." Why would he be worried about me? He doesn't even know me.

"Now don't do that. She'll be fine." D'Artagnan replied. "Let's focus on the problem."

"She never said anything about physical symptoms before." The man said. "And its not like we can talk to her either."

"Can you do anything about it? I've tried but nothing has worked. My knowledge of magic is limited." D'Artagnan answered. He TRIED? I feel violated.

"There isn't anything I can do. You know why she is getting these visions." D'Artagnan knows? How does he know? I'm not even from here! I'm not even from this century. "That's what Medicus said." Medicus? I've heard that before. It was in my dreams and visions. "She is going to have them for the rest of her human life until she releases the Dominus Tempus." The mystery man replied. The rest of my life?

"Listen. We're going to find a way to fix this and stop Mordred. Everything will be fine." D'Artagnan answered.

"Thank you."

"I would do anything for a friend."

"D'Artagnan, you need to be careful. She is already getting suspicious of you." The man said. "You know how she is. She's like a pitbull on a pant leg. She won't let go until she finds out the truth."

"She never could stay out of things could she?"

"I don't know what it is with those people and trouble? They're almost prone to disaster." said the mystery man. What is he talking about? I thought. My best guess was humans verses wizards.

"Figures you would fall in love with one too." D'Artagnan gave the man a look.

"Those days are far behind me." He replied in defense.

"Ha!" He mocked.

I saw a fist punch D'Artagnan in the shoulder. They both laughed.

"You should go before you're missed."

It was all so confusing. None if it made sense. Why was D'Artagnan so nervous around Arthur? Where did he learn the term 'boyfriend'? What was he hiding? He was very quick at coming up with cover stories, which meant he had practice. So what were they used for? Who was he talking to? How did that man and D'Artagnan know why I was getting visions when I didn't even know myself? Something so very strange was going on.

It seemed like the more I found out the less it made sense. But one thing was for sure, I was going to find out!

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I AM SO SO SO VERY SORRY FOR THE EXTREMELY LONG WAIT! So, I had a MAJOR case of writers block. For two whole weeks I pondered and thought and wrote and erased when I finally got over it, it happened AGAIN! I have this big SMASHING ending but i'm having trouble tying where I'm at now in the story to the ending. Plus I had work and school that got in the way of writing. PLEASE DONT STOP READING AND WAITING!

But I want you to know IM STILL WRITING! I HAVENT GOTTEN LAZY! I promise.

I just need a favor. Please comment ya'll. I need feedback. I CRAVE feedback and comments! Thats all.

P.S. NEXT CHAPTER WILL NOT TAKE AS LONG!