AN: Thank you lilgenious for your reviews. In this story I'm saying that the death eaters were around before, and Voldemort rose up through their ranks. By the way, remember everyone, it's an OC from another fandom, although others will be mentioned. Anyways, not even Dumbledore was alive at this point in history.

Chapter 3: Meeting the Sorcerer

Merlin was frustrated, they had been riding for over an hour and they still hadn't found the sorcerer. It was useless, they wouldn't find him just by wandering around. They had to come up with someway to find him. Maybe there was one way, the young boy, Mordred had communicated with Merlin through his mind, perhaps Merlin could now do the same. He projected his thoughts out, for any magic user to detect them. My name is Emrys and I am here to help you. He thought he felt a mind, but then it disappeared. Please! I'm only trying to help you!

The mind opened up again, I'm sorry…Emrys. Many minds have attempted to break into my own, and I am very careful with who comes into contact with my mind. Promise you will not attempt to harm me and I shall reveal my location to you.

Merlin quickly responded, Of course, I shall do anything within my power to make sure no harm comes to you as long as you are not an enemy of Camelot.

The response, Meet me at the lake.

Merlin turned to Arthur and noticed Arthur was looking at him strangely. "Merlin, what are you doing? You looked bored, slouched over then all of the sudden you sat up and started acting strangely."

Merlin tilted his head, "Really? Well anyway, I think I know where we can find the sorcerer: the lake."

Arthur looked at Merlin, "And how do you know we can find him at the lake?"

Merlin paused, "Um...uh gut feeling."

Arthur sighed, "Well that might be better than wandering around aimlessly, let's go."

They set their horses to a trot towards the lake. When they arrived there was no sign of the sorcerer. Arthur scoffed "Well Merlin? Where's the sorcerer?"

Before Merlin could respond, a hooded and cloaked figure walked out of the forest. Even with the cloak on, the sorcerer appeared lean and tall. He had an aura of goodness and hope, but also that of wearied soul that had suffered much and was tired. The sorcerer spoke, "We meet at last young Emrys."

Arthur looked at the sorcerer, "Emrys? There's no Emrys here."

Merlin turned to Arthur trying to think of an excuse, "That's what my mother called me as a child, I'm guessing the sorcerer sensed that somehow and decided to call me by that name." Then looking at the sorcerer, Please, play along with it, I am known to most as Merlin.

The sorcerer laughed, "So it was."

Arthur spoke again, "What's your name sorcerer?"

The sorcerer turned to the prince, "Young prince, I am no sorcerer, I am a magician. My name is Edhellhach."

Merlin stumbled over the name, "Ed hill lock? That's a strange name."

The magician looked pointedly at Merlin, "No less strange than Emrys. A name which I believe you may feel more comfortable with is Edward of Hillock."

Arthur chuckled, enjoying the fun being poked at Merlin. "Well, Edward, what is the difference between a sorcerer and a wizard?"

Edward paused, "A sorcerer is a user of a darker magic than most, not that it is necessarily bad, but they often summon beings to obey their will. A magician uses magic from themselves, that is, their magic reflects their nature. We draw our magic from our own energy. A wizard, the third type of magic user, relies a magical tools, such as wands or staffs."

Arthur just looked confused, "Well anyway, we want to know if you can be trusted to not harm Camelot or its people."

Edward sighed, "That is something you would need to judge for yourself."

Arthur nodded, "Very well."

Then a shout came from behind Arthur, "For Camelot!" Ten men jumped out of the forest and charged towards Edward. Before Arthur could draw his sword, Edward shouted a foreign word, "Letta!" Then all but the magician were frozen in place. Edward shouted "I should have known better than to trust the son of Uther, who massacred all types of magic users!"

Arthur pleaded, "Please I didn't know of these men, they weren't sent by me or by my father! If they were they would be Knights of Camelot!"

Edward calmed down and smiled, "Then you would have no problem swearing an oath to me inn the Ancient Language. It is a language in which you can't speak lies. Your oath would be such: I mean you no harm, and I knew not of these men."

Arthur responded, "Tell me how to swear so and I shall."

Edward instructed him, "Repeat after me: Eka ono ne haina. Eka ne haina abr gotar."

After several attempts both Merlin and Arthur repeated the two phrases to Edward's satisfaction. Satisfied, Edward released them from his magic and sent them on their way with ten prisoners.

Merlin went to Gaius after the prisoners were left in the dungeon. "Gaius do you know anything of this Edhellhach or an 'Ancient Language?'"

Gaius raised his eyebrow, "Merlin, what were you doing with a magician from Alagaesia?"

Merlin was confused, "Ala-what?"

Gaius sighed, "It is a land that lies to our east, in that land there are magic users and different races all over the place. In fact there were even once Dragon Riders, magicians who bonded with dragons, that kept peace in the land. That is, until one of their own killed the rest in a bloody war."

Merlin asked, "And the Ancient Language?"

Gaius answered, "I'm not too familiar with it, but from what I understand it is impossible to lie in that language. The true names of things are in that language, and with a true name you can control it. So knowing the word for fire gives you power over fire, and so on and so forth."

Merlin was satisfied, later he would discover more about this magician and where he came from.