Hey I'm back! Sorry I have had a busy few weeks, so much assignments! Any way I got this chapter up... it's not much but I'm trying a new thing, and I wanted to show where everyone was at this point of the story. It is basically what everyone is thinking. There is no dialogue in here, and to make sure you all don't get board, I have wrote very shortly on each character. Oh and I also have squeezed some background story in to this. Regardless of it not having any dialogue or action, it was very hard to write, I think I prefer action and dialogue to this...

One favour I want to ask, you all don't have to, but if you are dropping me a review could you tell me which character thinking you liked best, just for future reference, I'll tell you mine at the end, so I don't give anything away now...

Chapter 11... Thoughts in Your Head

Once everyone had left the hall, only the King remained behind. This meant that finally he was free to drop the mask and deal with the betrayal of Morgana. He knew that it was his fault that Morgana was the way she was. The talk he had had with Merlin a few days ago and the things he himself had come to realise, and now what Gaius had told him. He knew without a doubt that he was the one at fault. He had thought that keeping his secrets from her and from Arthur would keep them both safe, but time and time again he had been proven wrong, yet he hadn't learnt his lesson. But no more he had learned his lesson. Uther had instructed his son, Arthur to make sure he brings back Morgana alive and unharmed. He was determined that he would fix his mistakes, starting with the relationship he was supposed to have with her.

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Gaius sat in his Chambers looking at the door that led to Merlin's room. However his eyes were vacant, his mind elsewhere. He wondered what had become of his ward, what where Morgana and Morgause doing to him? His heart constricted at the possibilities that came to his mind. He hoped and prayed that Arthur would find Merlin before it was too late. Gaius sighed to himself, not having the heart to get up and do anything.

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The young maid sat in her mistress's room, not having anything to do. She was worried for Merlin, and shocked at Morgana's betrayal. Gwen had known Morgana for a long time, and no matter what she did, Gwen just couldn't believe that her mistress, her friend would do something like this. She sat in the room looking out of Morgana's window waiting and hoping to see both Morgana and Merlin were all right and Arthur would bring them back home.

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Sir Leon rode out with the Prince to save a servant from the lady Morgana by order of the King. The more he thought about it the more unbelievable it seemed. In till he thought of Merlin of course. Merlin was one of those people that would just come into your life and leave a mark whether you knew him well or not. He had become a bit of a celebrity in Camelot, and not because he was the Princes' manservant. Merlin had presence,he was noticeable. Leon prayed that he would be all right.

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Mary had been working in Camelot for 30 years now. She had been here since before the great purge. In all these years Camelot had run on a structure of royalty, noble and servant/peasant. Everyone had known their place, until a certain boy had come and became the Princes' manservant. She sighed; Merlin had brought excitement to Camelot, variety. The old cook looked around her kitchen, at all the food that was brought back and sighed to herself again. She stirred one of the pots which held her special vegetable stew, it was a favourite of Merlin's, she just hoped that he would be all right and good comeback to have some.

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Sir Unwin hadn't known Merlin along, but he liked the boy a lot. He was witty, intelligent and kind. They had long chats sometimes, the kind that Unwin wouldn't even realise is the time went by. So that's why he couldn't comprehend why someone would possibly want to hurt someone like Merlin. He was worried for the boy and had volunteered to ride out with the party that was to go out to find the boy. When the image of Merlin hurt came to his mind, he would cringe and ride harder. He prayed that Merlin was all right.

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Jacob was brushing the horses with a brush that he had found on the floor, the one that he had seen Merlin using earlier that day. The stable boy was sad for Merlin; he was such a nice person. Always kind to Jacob and helped him out with the horses whenever he could. He had seen Merlin out with the children sometimes telling them stories about his adventures with the Prince. It was a habit of his going over and listening in on those stories, a lot of people did. They had become less of children's stories and more of Merlin telling everyone about what a hero the Prince really was. In these tales, Merlin always showed Arthur as a man, a simple human, yet at the same time a hero, the bravest man in the world. No more was Arthur the god like prince they all imagined before. Now he was one of them, but also a hero of the people. They all loved him more now, thanks to Merlin. Jacob had a feeling that that is how Merlin saw Arthur himself. He liked Merlin, and hoped he would be back and this would become another story.

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Edward liked to think that as a knight he was a good defender of the people, but at that moment he didn't feel like he was. Merlin, his friend, had been kidnapped right under their noses all they could do now was ride out and try to find him. Edward rode fast, his speed rivalling that of the princes' himself. The knight wondered about his run in with the witch Morgause who had sounded angry when she had learned he wanted to help Merlin. Now that he had learned she was the lady Morgana's sister, he wondered. Had she been after Merlin and not the kingdom this time? It seemed so, he thought about telling Arthur, but one look at his face was enough to tell him now was not the right time. Edward rode on, praying that they would get to Merlin in time.

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Philip was just a castle guard, but he too had benefited from Merlin's kindness. You see, when ever Merlin walked by with food and Philip was on duty (or any other guard really), he would benefit with a snack, to make the hard boring job of standing still all day more bearable. Also as a guard, Philip had seen the relationship between the prince and Merlin. He had seen the banter that took place between them whenever they walked passed him. Philip had seen the look on Prince Arthur's face as he rode out to save a servant. But then again Merlin had never been just a servant, neither to the prince nor to the rest of Camelot. Philip hoped, just like the rest of the people of Camelot did, that Merlin – the boy who brought more life to their city – was alright.

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She was satisfied, and it was evident to whoever that looked at her, by the cruel smile that had formed on her face. Morgause rode on with the limp body of that annoying servant laid on her horse. Finally she would get him for his interference in all her plans and ruining them. Her smile got bigger as she thought of the plans she had for the boy. She knew that by the time she was done with him, Merlin would wish he had never crossed her. Oh, Morgause would be having fun tonight.

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Looking at the limp body of Merlin that lay on her sister's horse, Morgana thought of what would happen to him once they reached their destination. But unlike her sister, Morgana didn't have a smile on her face. She didn't think that she was yet comfortable with what Morgause was planning. She constantly had to remind herself of what Merlin had done to her, till she felt calmer, in till she saw Merlin's limp body again. At first she was going to carry Merlin on her horse, but Morgause wouldn't let her.

Morgana didn't know what to think, but the little sympathy she had sound for Merlin, wasn't enough to stop this.

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Only one word ran through his mind and that was Merlin. He didn't think whether Merlin was alright or not, because he couldn't afford to, he needed his head in the chase. He didn't think where Merlin could be, because he didn't need to, he just followed the trail. He didn't think about the memories he had of Merlin, like everyone else, because he just couldn't.

Arthur rode his horse, like he had never done before. Nothing registered with him but the trail in front. The looks Leon gave him, the speed he was going, the fact that half his knights couldn't keep up nor the almost race that Edward had going on with him. No, the only thing Arthur thought of was a name along with a face. Merlin with his pale skinned, blue eyed, red lipped face that was framed by dark onyx hair. Just Merlin.

End of chapter...

So, I said I will tell you which one was my favourite, and it is Arthur thinking... unlike the others it came to me easily, and it just felt right for Arthur, he just seems to think like this, focused and not thinking of the emotional bits when he has something to do.

Let me know what you think...