Hey guys! Ok so before I get on with the story I have a couple ideas to run past you, is that ok? I'm going to pretend you said yes and do it anyway. So number one. My friends and I were watching Cinderella 3 a few nights ago and we noticed Jaq and Gus (the two mice) were always like hugging and dancing and there was no awkwardness, so we thought, of course, to ship them. Should I write a fluffy (literally lol) fanfic about that or is it too weird? Number 2, I've been playing this fanfiction out in my head for a while now, do you guys want me to write a fanfic about Merlin's past? Like before he came to Camelot? Let me know. Sorry for the long A/N I will get on to the story now. I think I've made it pretty clear now I don't own Merlin. Chapter 6 here we go.

The knights had encircled Merlin and Arthur, bodies tensed ready for a fight.

"Explain." Leon spat. "Now."

None of the knights were even remotely ready to accept magic; they had lost too much in its clutches. But Merlin however had been a seemingly loyal friend for many years and if Arthur hadn't killed him yet they should at least give him a chance to explain.

The servant wasted no time jumping into explanations. "I do have magic." He admitted if that wasn't already clear enough. "But I'm not a sorcerer."

Silence as this sunk in. Percival was the first one to break it.

"What are you then?" He asked puzzled.

"A warlock." Merlin answered simply.

"And the difference?" Leon asked.

"A sorcerer or sorceress chooses to practice in magic. A witch or a warlock has no choice, they're born with it." He said looking everyone in the eye in turn.

Leon couldn't even imagine, being born with magic. The self-loathing that must go with that. The fear of being found out, executed for just being alive. A pang of sympathy flashed through him.

"So you were born with it." Gwaine said.

Merlin nodded "Just like Morgana."

Anger flashed through the group and they all stared at the king, well no, the servant who happened to look like the king.

Merlin cringed "Maybe not the best comparison." He said quietly making them laugh nervously.

"We should all get some rest." Arthur chimed in authority ringing through his voice (well, Merlin's) sounding very odd to the knights. They weren't used to someone who looked like a servant to sound so, well, kingly. "It's been a long day."

They all nodded now realizing how tired they were.

As they were lying down Merlin turned over,

"Arthur?" he murmured

"Mmm?" Arthur said annoyance ringing through his voice.

"I'm sorry."

"I would say it's ok but to be honest I'm ticked." Arthur laughed quietly. He was angry with him, but not as angry as he felt he should be. Merlin under any other circumstances would not be alive. He shouldn't be alive A small part of his brain thought. The part that was as ruthless as Uther was. Thankfully that was a very small part.

"Arthur?"

"Yes, Merlin!?"

"If you're going to fight Morgana in my body you should probably learn some more magic."

That wasn't a very fun prospect for Arthur but he could see the reasoning behind it. So he just nodded and turned the other way.

.oo0oo.

Morgana gazed over her men one more time, tomorrow it would be Arthur and a handful of knights against three hundred and fifty soldiers and druids. Their castle fortress was well protected with shield charms, the men were well versed in offensive and defensive curses, everything was in her favor. So why did she feel so uneasy? Maybe it was because Arthur had accepted Merlin; maybe it was because Emrys was still alive and no less powerful. No he was weakened; Arthur still didn't know how to control his new power. That was the one consolation Morgana had.

.oo0oo.

"Try again."

Arthur looked at the small dagger on the ground and willed it to move. It flew at Merlin who barely had enough time to duck out of the way.

"Try again, and this time don't cut my head off." Merlin laughed, glancing at the dagger now embedded in the tree behind him.

"I can't control it!" Arthur moaned burying his head in his hands.

"You'll learn, your doing better than I ever did at the beginning." Merlin said reassuringly.

Arthur looked up. He realized that Merlin, when he was a child, must have been terrified of himself.

"Yeah, I was." Merlin said as though he was reading the King's mind.

"What?"

"Terrified of myself."

"How did you..?" Arthur sent him a confused look

Merlin shifted a little uneasily. "I kinda went inside your head a bit." He looked up at his king's now slightly angry expression "See people mainly druids can do that. Even though you've got most of my power I still kept that tiny tid-bit."

"And how many times have you done this?" Arthur asked wondering how many of his thoughts Merlin had snooped in on.

"Only this once! I swear. I just wanted to see if I could still do it. I thought you might freak out if you started hearing voices inside your head."

"Telepathy? You can communicate using each other's minds?"

"Basically yeah, but it's not fun if your not expecting it. Trust me!" Merlin grimaced.

Arthur decided he didn't want to know everything and went back to trying to pull the dagger out of the tree and into his hand. Which he managed to do after awhile.

"Ok let's try something harder." Merlin said after awhile

"That wasn't hard enough?"

"Not nearly." Came Merlin's solemn reply.

They continued to practice until Elyan signaled that the camp was all packed up..With no help from them. The knights glanced at the fair-haired servant and the ebony haired king uneasily as they got onto their horses. Nobody quite knew what to do with them, so they rode in an unbreakable silence for most of the way. There were no disturbances today, but the slightest noise caused the men to draw their swords. Between the threat of Morgana, The recent bandit attack, and the discovery of Merlin everyone was tense. And that feeling only grew as they reached a tall dark spire with an army to greet them

"Hello dear brother." Morgana greeted almost cheerfully.

A/N I'll update soon promise! Okay please review and any suggestions you have would be much appreciated! Thanks!