Here's the next chapter. School is coming up again soon so I'm trying to get out as many chapters as possible before then.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, only my OCs and this strange storyline.

Hope you enjoy.

The Black King

The dark forest surrounded Arthur. He could feel it closing in around him as if it wanted to suffocate him. He had to get out. The direction didn't seem to matter as he started running. The trees seemed to bend towards him, trying to get in his way. Why would he ever expect anything to be easy in here? He could almost hear laughter echoing around him and it chilled him to the bone.

The shadows looked like any second they would try to grab him and drag him off to some dark place. He shivered to think of what might of happened to Jay when they got her. Then there was Merlin. Arthur couldn't get the image of him falling through the hole in the floor out of his head. If he had only been faster and gotten there just a little bit sooner then maybe he could have saved him. But the reality was that he hadn't been fast enough and he had gotten there too late.

Where was Merlin now? Was he locked behind one of these many doors? Arthur hoped that Merlin hadn't been locked in a room with a creature like that two faced girl. Arthur had only just escaped her claws because of the strange figure in the bird's mask. Who had they been?

When Arthur had followed them through the door they had just disappeared. He looked around for the bird's mask but all he saw were the dark trees. They were more alive then the ones that surrounded the house but they shared the same darkness and demonic feeling.

But Arthur was not the only one running through the dark woods. He heard footsteps not too far away as someone bolted through the trees. The footsteps sounded frantic. Arthur searched for the source and glimpsed a shape between the trees.

"Hello!" He called out, but the person didn't stop. "Wait!" He ran after the stranger, ducking and dodging branches and roots. He followed the stranger until he suddenly could not see them anymore and effectively stumbling out of the forest all together, finding himself on an unfamiliar cliff.

The stranger burst from the forest shortly after in a clumsy manner that was unmistakable. His raven hair was matted with sweat and he was panting hard as if he had run a very long way. But the servant that Arthur had come to know looked very different now. He didn't sport his usual attire. Instead he wore a long grey cloak and there was a long sword attached to his belt. In his right hand he held a tall staff with a gem of sorts twisted into the wood at the top. The servant also wore chainmail.

"Merlin?" Was he in some kind of fight? But his friend did not turn when he spoke. Instead he walked to the edge of the cliff and stared down at something, fear obvious in his eyes.

"Camlann." Merlin breathed the name. Arthur came to stand next to him and gasped. They were looking over a great plane in which a large battle seemed to be taking place. One side wore the red of Camelot and the other looked like a group put together with people from all over the place. They looked less organized then the knights of Camelot. Some of them even looked like simple farmers.

"What is going on?" Arthur stared with astonishment. It was as if the people were fighting against the authority of Camelot. But that just couldn't be true?

The two groups clashed and Arthur could already see a horrifying number of fallen and the number was increasing rapidly. He wasn't sure what to think as his men cut down the people. Or the other way around when the people would surround a knight completely, taking him down in a group. Those fighting against Camelot may have looked disorganized but they seemed to have a tactic. There were much more of them then there were knights. They may not have been as skilled but they fought with great purpose.

Beside him, Merlin looked furious and terrified at the same time. He seemed to be searching for someone amongst the battle. Then he saw her and leaned a little further over the cliff.

"Morgana!" He called to a woman with long flowing black hair dressed in silver armor. She swung her sword with great skill as she fought a knight of Camelot, finishing the fight quickly. When the knight fell she followed the sound of someone calling her name and looked up to the cliff. She waved her sword in the air to signal to Merlin that she saw him. Merlin looked relieved.

"I'm not too late." He sighed.

"Oh, but you are too late." A voice said menacingly behind Merlin. His eyes widened and he turned just as this new enemy thrust forward with his sword. He lunged with such force that Merlin's chainmail did nothing against the attack. Merlin gasped and doubled over slightly as the sword went right through him.

Arthur froze. It had all happened so quickly. One moment Merlin had been standing there strong and relieved and now his face showed such sorrow and pain. But what really ripped out Arthur's heart was the sight of the person who had attacked his friend. It was Arthur himself, wearing black armor. The look on this other Arthur's face had no clue of remorse for what he had just done.

"Goodbye old friend." The other Arthur withdrew his sword with a sneer. Merlin fell forward onto the grass, gasping.

"No!" The Arthur standing in shock turned at the sound of a woman screaming and spotted Morgana again. She withdrew her sword from her opponent with a cry and wasted no time in making her way through the crowd to the cliff where she had just seen her friend fall.

"We meet again Morgana, my sister." The other Arthur smiled as he turned to see Morgana approach him.

"You are no brother of mine." She spat at him, her eyes darting between the dark Arthur and Merlin who was still gasping on the ground, clutching his stomach. His staff had rolled away from him.

"Your rebellion will be squashed quickly." The dark Arthur laughed.

"You underestimate us." Morgana tried to sound confident.

"You fight with nothing but villagers who you've taught how to fight in only a few months." He mocked. "They cannot stand against my army of well trained men."

"We have more cause then you. You tyrant!" Morgana yelled.

"Oh, no need to shout, Morgana." The dark Arthur shushed her. "They will hear the cries as their leader falls soon enough." He readjusted the sword in his hand, blood still dripping off the end.

"I will strike you down!" Morgana cried as she charged her estranged brother. Her back hair whipped around in the wind as their swords met.

As the two of them fought, our Arthur snapped out of his shock and quickly dropped down at Merlin's side. His friend was still holding on, but just barely. Arthur rolled him onto his back and tried to stop the blood gushing from Merlin's wound, but it just kept coming,

"Hold on Merlin." Arthur pleaded. "You have to hold on. You're going to be alright."

The fight went on next to them as Morgana beat down her sword on the dark Arthur. There were tears in her eyes. She had come too far and lost too much to lose this fight. Her revolution would succeed. She was going to save the realm like she had promised. Like she had promised Merlin.

Our Arthur heard her battle cries and found he was hoping that she would win. This other, darker, him didn't deserve to rule. Arthur didn't know the whole story of what was happening here but he could guess that something had gone dreadfully wrong. Morgana was meant to be the one lusting for power and Arthur was supposed to be fighting to stop her. But here, in this strange place the roles seemed to be reversed as Morgana fought for the people and Arthur was the tyrant.

Arthur didn't want to believe this place was real. It was just another one of the Old Mother's tricks. But it felt real, Merlin's blood felt real on his hands. He shouldn't have let Merlin out of his sight. The servant was always getting into trouble.

There was the sound of metal clashing against metal as Morgana dodged and deflected the dark Arthur's attacks. This darker version of him smiled as he jabbed at his half-sister. This fight was to the death and they both knew it. They fought harder and for a moment it looked like the dark Arthur was getting the upper hand, but then Morgana twisted her sword hard to the right. The dark Arthur's arm was wrenched sideways and his bloody sword flew from his hand.

There was no time to retrieve it as Morgana pointed the tip of her sword at her half-brother's chest. He raised his hands, but there was no fear for his life written on his face. Instead he smirked. His smirk confused Morgana and frightened her. This Arthur had always seemed to frighten her, but soon this nightmare would be over.

"You can't do it." His words were silky and sly. "You never had the guts. You were always weak. I don't know how you could have ever become their leader. You can't save anyone. You couldn't even save Merlin."

"Shut up!" Morgana yelled. "You're wrong about me. You never knew me."

"I know you better then you know yourself." He took a step towards the point of her sword. "I know that you can't kill me. We're family."

"Not anymore." Her eyes hardened. "I have a new family now."

"Yes, and its bleeding out all over the grass." He grinned. "That family of yours is dying."

"At least I have a family." She shot at him. "You have no one, least of all a sister."

He didn't think she would really do it. She caught him by surprise when she suddenly stepped forward, imbedding her sword in his chest. He coughed as blood slipped past his lips.

"Goodbye brother." Morgana's voice was sad as she retrieved her sword and he fell to the ground. Her sword had gone right through his heart. He was gone in seconds.

Sure that he was truly dead, Morgana walked to the edge of the cliff overlooking the battle. "The Black King is dead!" She yelled, thrusting her sword into the air. The information spread quickly and the rebellion roared with triumph. Those loyal to the dark Arthur began to retreat. Morgana saw this and knew that the battle was won. Her work was done.

"Merlin!" She ran over to where our Arthur was trying to save Merlin. Morgana didn't even seem to acknowledge that there was another Arthur. It was as if he wasn't there. "Merlin?"

Merlin's eyes flickered open, finding Morgana's. "Morgana." His voice was so soft and weak.

"Yes, its me." Morgana tried to smile.

"I'm sorry." Merlin tried to say. "I didn't get here faster."

"No. I'm sorry that I wasn't here to watch your back." Tears slipped from her eyes. "We did it Merlin. The Black King is dead. Camelot is free."

"I'm glad." He managed to cough out. His eyes flickered.

"Don't go Merlin." She cried. "You fought so hard for this. You have to be here to see it."

"I have seen it." He reassured her, taking her hand. "I have seen it in you."

"I can't do this without you." They had won the battle but Morgana still felt defeated.

"You have always been strong Morgana, and you have the strength to lead us out of the dark." Merlin squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry I can't be at your side."

"Please Merlin." Morgana tried to hold onto him for as long as possible. "You're the closest thing I have to family. I already lost Gwen. I can't lose you too."

"We'll always be here for you. We aren't really leaving." Merlin tried to comfort her in his last moments. "I will miss you my friend."

"And I you." She could not control her tears now as she lent forward and kissed his brow. Arthur couldn't find anything to say. He was frozen in this moment of loss.

"Be brave." Then, for the first time his eyes fell on Arthur, but he didn't look surprised or relieved or anything. He lifted his free hand and pointed at something past Arthur. "Go through the door."

Arthur looked behind him and saw it. There was a door randomly sitting in the grass of the cliff. It seemed so out of place there, as if it was waiting.

"I won't leave you." Arthur turned back to his friend.

"You have to." Morgana didn't seem to notice the conversation going on between these two as she cried.

"I can't go with you." Merlin's eyes were serious.

"I don't understand." Arthur shook his head.

"I am not your Merlin." He explained. "My place is here, in this version of reality."

"But…"

"Go!" Then Merlin went limp and his eyes slid shut.

"No!" Morgana screamed to the high heavens. The sound was piercing. Arthur stumbled back and away from them.

Merlin was gone. The last thing he had told him was to go through the door. He felt like his head would explode. He didn't understand what was going on. Arthur looked at his friend's still body in Morgana's arms before turning away and facing the odd door. The handle moved easily as he turned it.

The door opened onto wooden stairs going up. Arthur could see candlelight coming from above. He looked back one last time and felt the ground shake as Morgana screamed. Arthur forced himself through the door and it closed firmly behind him. He was left in silence.

He turned to look up the stairs, wondering where this maniac labyrinth would lead him next.

Thanks for reading and please continue the brilliant REVIEWS!

Can anyone guess where the stairs will lead?

Hope you keep following because the house has more twists and turns in store for our heroes.

For those it may concern I have taken in the suggestions (thank you LightningBolt21) and I have made changes to my changes for the names in the rewrite of I Will Never Forget.

Uther = King Xerxes

Arthur = Prince Alexavier or Alex for short.

Merlin = Corbin (it means raven or crow)

Hunith = Lucinda or Luci for short. (meaning light)

Aida = Alina (also meaning light)

Sir Galahad = Sir Danyal

Joone = Joone Tellar, but her real name is Carolina Ardent.

Emrys = Rakesh (I believe it means "lord of night")

The Once and Future King = Dima (I believe it means "powerful warrior")

Suggestions are still welcome.

Hope to see you all next time.