A/N: So sorry about how long I took to post this! My computer broke down and I spent AGES trying to fix it...then I had this MASSIVE writer's block so I was stumped on how to write this chapter, frankly I'm not too happy with it. I'm going to take up bits and parts of the ideas of each episode and add them in my plot. You wont be getting whole episodes just may be a few parts, and of course this is NOT a Slash and will focus on Merlin and Arthur's friendship through the series and my own take of the prophesy...just wanted to make that clear, i know all this is supposed to some out in the first chapter, but u could say that I'm a tad bit disorganised xD. Hope you enjoy this and please read and review!

The sun rose gracefully above the tree tops, the day getting hotter and the forest was silent. Usually brimming with life, bird calls and animal calls would echo through the forest, but now there was nothing, not even the wind blew through the leaves. The Forest seemed dead.

Suddenly a loud crack echoed through the forest, the leaves rustling in its wake, not through wind but something else, something unnatural. All of a sudden two men stumble through the thick shrubbery of the forest, behind them, a great big monstrous creature with the head of an eagle and body of a lion. They ran their breath coming in short pants, one of the men tried to attack it with a sword to no avail, the sword shattered into two. The beast in anger clawed at them, leaving one of the men injured and the other helping his injured friend to safety.

"Lancelot!" cried Merlin, praying that it was not a mortal wound.

"Don't…ah…worry Sire…I'll live." forced out Lancelot with a pained voice.

Leaving Lancelot leaning against a log on the ground, Merlin turned and faced the beast, thinking that it was enough and it had gone too turned towards the beast, his magic at his finger tips. His eyes glowed golden as he looked into the creature's eyes. He pushed the thought that it was in no danger. Time passed, what felt like hours were only minutes, he soothed the beast. Slowly it backed off, bowing its head slightly in submission as it backed off returning from the place it came from. He was taught from a young age that he had the power to look into any creature's mind, as long as they were magical, this was an innate ability that was unique to the royal family of Albion.

Merlin turned, suddenly remembering that Lancelot was injured.

"Are you bleeding?" asked a concerned Merlin.

"I… don't think so, the beast…just knocked the wind out of me… other than a few bruises… I think I should be fine."

Merlin nodded, relieved that Lancelot would be fine. "Can you stand?"

Lancelot tried to get up, but as soon as stood he hissed in pain and sat back down.

"I think… I might have broken… something"

Merlin's eyes widened at that, his eyes roamed Lancelot's body for any sign of injury. His leg was broken with the bone breaking through skin, his blood was soaking through his pant material. "We must get you to a healer, quickly!"

"Ho there! Is any thing wrong?" some one called out from behind him.

Merlin jumped, not having heard any one come up from behind him. The man he saw was a little shorter than Merlin and more muscled than Merlin's lean figure. He has blond hair and as the man stepped closer he noticed that his clothes fit him well, Merlin figured that the man was some sort of Noble.

"My friend, he's hurt, I need to get him to a physician, but I do not know if there is one close by."

The man frowned. "How did it happen?" he asked as he signalled his men to come out of hiding amongst the trees.

Merlin hesitated wondering whether he should tell the truth. He knew about the Pendragons and their hatred of Magic and he did not want to get caught up in that.

"We were riding in the forest when a snake spooked his horse, he was thrown off but he seemed to have broken one of his bones while he fell. Luckily I was able to jump off my horse before it was spooked, unfortunately the horses ran off and we have no way of making it to a physician on time."

The man looked at Merlin,with a calculating look on his face, wondering how much of the story was true. He glanced at Lancelot, believing that the man was in real pain he ordered his men to help Lancelot to their camp.

"We're on a hunting expedition, about a day's ride from Camelot. Our camp is not that far from here." With that he turned, expecting Merlin to follow. Merlin raised his eyebrow at that 'Arrogant prat.'

"I'm Prince Arthur of Camelot, by the way." Merlin's jaw nearly dropped at that.

"Pleased to meet you sire, I'm Merlin."

Prince Arthur just nodded and kept soon reached the encampment. It was in a little clearing five well made but simple double tents and one tent well made but not so simple single tent, that was obviously the Prince's tent. Prince Arthur went directly into his tent leaving Merlin outside wondering what to do.

Merlin wandered around the camp wondering what to do, he had no wish what so ever to see Prince Arthur again. He searched the tents wondering where Lancelot was. He finally found him lying down fast asleep in one of the tents with one of Arthur's men sitting next to him.

"He fell unconscious soon after he lay down." said the man as soon as Merlin entered.

"Will he be alright?" asked Merlin concern lacing his words.

"If the wound doesn't get infected then he should."

"We must get him to a physician soon."

"Yes we must, I'm Leon, Prince Arthur's Knight commander, I wish we had met in a more pleasant situation."

"I'm Merlin." said Merlin as he nodded in agreement.

"I have to go speak with the Prince, would you mind watching over Lancelot?"

"No I don't mind." said Merlin with a smile.

Merlin made himself comfortable in the tent. He stared outside, his gaze wondering, soon enough he lost himself staring into space thinking of what they should do from now, where they should go.

Albion...

Merlin sighed, He knew that he would need help getting it back, without an army he had no hope of getting it back. He could not keep running away he needed to stand and fight, but who can he turn to? He had no allies, all of Albion's allies would have been bought by Nimueh. He couldn't stand sitting here, while who knows what was happening to his people back in Albion and he surely could not check on them because he was sitting right in the middle of a camp of the most magic hating

Father...

He missed his father now more than ever, if he was here he'd be able to guide them. He still grieved for him but he could not change the father had once told him that at the end of the Great Purge, Uther had tricked the great dragon into coming to Camelot under a pretense of signing a Treaty of peace with the dragon as witness. Instead, Uther imprisoned it in a great cavern under Camelot where he left it to rot. He thought he could perhaps ask the dragon for help.

He was left to his own devices for most of that day. Every few hours Leon would come and check up on Lancelot and Merlin would ask him a few questions and start up a conversation. Merlin would step outside the tent a few times, bored of sitting and doing nothing, or to scape the thoughts that plagued him whenever he had nothing to do. Most of the men would ask him a few polite questions, for courtesy sake, but other than that he was ignored.

Lancelot finally woke in time for dinner. Merin was relieved that he finally woke up. He gave him something to eat while he told Lancelot who these men were. Lancelot laughed, albeit weakly, when Merlin told him about his encounter with Arthur, Merlin still calls him an arrogant prat. Soon enough, Lancelot fell asleep. Merlin lay down next to him, and promptly fell asleep as well. His sleep was not peaceful however. It was invaded with nightmares of his people suffering and his kingdom burning, the very same nightmare he had the previous night. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep peacefully.

He started awake, in the middle of the night, panting and sweating. He left the tent in a daze needing to get some fresh air, the nightmare refusing to leave his mind. He stumbled into the forest, letting the cool night air seep through his bones. Minutes seemed like hours as he stared into space. Eventually he decided that he had to return to the camp. He walked back slowly taking in the openness of the world around, thinking may be he should sleep under the stars instead of inside the closed tent. When he reached the tent however, he saw that he was not the only one having problems. Lancelot was sweating profusel , when Merlin touched his foreead, he was raging hot with a feaver. Merlin immediately checked his wound, removing the bandages with haste but not too quickly that hi would damage the wound further. He drew in a sharp breath when he saw the state of the wound. Puss and blood was leaking through the wound sluggishly, the skin around it tinged green. The wound was infected.