"What are they doing with him?", another distant scream filled the air, "I'm going to kill every single one of the these cowards!", Gwaine yelled. He was fiercely loyal and would do anything for them and to have to sit about while listening to Merlin getting tortured about some sorcerer called Eric, was it? He was not going to stay quiet any longer. "Those dirty little pricks when I get out I'm not going to need my sword I'll strangle them with bloody hand!" Gwaine was yelling through the bars at this point.

"Gwaine, that's enough. We are all worried for Merlin but we can't do anything while in here so I suggest you shut up" Arthur said sounding tired, he had had to listen to Gwaine for the past hour and a half, screaming various insults at though the bars, it was getting them no where.

Leon spoke up suddenly "Has anyone actually heard of the name Emrys before? Who he is or why he is wanted"

"It makes no difference who he is, there not going to find him so there is point in going on about it" Lancelot said quickly, he cringed, perhaps he shouldn't have spoken, the knights were all staring at Lancelot suspiciously.

"I take that means that you know of Emrys", Elyan asked

"Emrys, Emrys" Percival muttered, why did that name sound so familiar?

"of course!", Percival said loudly, " I knew I had heard that name before"

Arthur looked at the muscular man, "who is he and how do you know?"

Percival continued "When I was little there was a druid family that lived near by, I was friends with one of the boys and would play with him, we would sit around a campfire at nights sometimes and his father would tell us these stories." Percival had a dazed look in hjis eyes, thinking badck to the past.

"And?... what has this got to do with Merlin or this place?"

Percival shook his head "oh, well one of the stories that Bryan's, that was the boys name, father would talk about the most. A time of peace and happiness. Where the Once and Future King would unite the land of Albion and bring magic back, where everyone would live in harmony. Emrys comes in to the story because apparently with out him there would be no Albion", Percival finished.

"But what has Emrys got to do with it", Elyan asked

"Emrys is apparently the most powerful warlock who shall ever live, his name alone means 'immortal'. Also I remember the man mentioning that Emrys had the power over life and death"

No-one noticed Lancelot shift uncomfortably. He knew that it would break Merlin's heart if they were all to discover his secret without him being able to tell him first. It unnerved Lancelot a bit when he noticed Arthur face, it was full of fury.

"And what does this powerful warlock have to do with my man-servant?!", there must be some mistake, "I know Merlin, I have known him longer than any of you, if he knew anything about this then he would tell, I trust him with my life, I know he would trust me with something like this"

Lancelot sighed; Merlin had a lot of explaining to do…

Merlin awoke when a bucket of water was poured over him. He cried out in a pain as he felt the skin in his back stretch.

"Good morning Merlin did you have a nice sleep?" Morgana taunted.

She loved this. Watching Merlin in twitching in agony, she had waited for this day for so long, she had a lot of making up to do

"Merlin, this could all be over if you just told me who Emrys is. When I had Gaius questioned it was clear that he knew but he refused to tell me. Now it is more than obvious that you also know I will npt be fooled again", she walked up to Merlin and whispered in his ear, "I will find out, If it's the last thing I do".

She stood back and observed the shivering wreck in front of her, as he looked up and looked into her eyes.

"Morgana, your right, I do know who he is but I will not tell you, I shall never tell you, one day you shall find out and that will be the day that you die by his hands.", Merlin had shouted the last words before he deflated feeling even more drained.

Morgana felt her temper rising, what she would give to just kill him there and then, but no.

She had other plans for him. She decided to change tactics.

"Tell me Melrin, does Arthur know of your magic?"

Merlin didn't reply

"Huh can you imagine the look on his face when he finds out that his best friends had been lying to him for all those years. Ha ha can you imagine how betrayewd he would feel to know that the one friend who he turned to and trusted and been nothing more than an unworthy killer who had magic?", she paused to add greater effect, "I can imagine that he would kill you without a moments thought."

"No, he wouldn't he would understand, I did it for him, all of it for him."

Morgana was confused "All of what? What did you and your magic do? I know what it did, nothing, your magic is weak and anyhow you can't use it know."

"You have no idea Morgana, you wouldn't understand"0

Morgana thought for a moment an idea popped into her head.

"I wonder what it must feel like Merlin. To have all of that magic rushing inside of you building up, I bet it's just waiting to be released"

Merlin had to admit that she was right, his magic was becoming really uncomfortable and his back didn't help matter, every time he shifted his arms, he felt his back become alight with pain.

"Let me help you then", Merlin watched as she walked up to the table and picked up what looked like a necklace, "here let me help you", she smiled cruelly.

Merlin felt a shiver of fear run through him. This didn't look good.

"You know what this is Merlin? This is used to help bring out the magic in people? Depending on the user, the more effective the results are" why was she smirking, what was she planning?

Before Merlin could speak though she brought the necklace over his head and it dropped down onto his neck.

He didn't scream. He couldn't. He couldn't even move, he was locked in a silent agony, with no escape. He felt like he was being turn inside out, his body was ripping itself up from the inside.

Morgana watched as Merlin became silent and unmoving, but his eyes were bright gold, and squinted in pain. It must have been excruciating, good, she thought.

She watched for another five more minutes before she felt her self becoming bored again. She lifted the necklace of Merlin and he began screaming once more.

"Guards", she called, three men walked in. take the dirt back to its cell. Don't bother tying him up, he's going nowhere anytime soon", Morgana said as she watched Merlin slump.

As the guards took Merlin down from the chains and dragged him towards the door leading to his cell (none to gentle mind) Merlin tried to stay focused on not screaming every time one of the guards touched his back, he knew that it was bleeding again, he could feel the blood dripping down his back. He tried to stay conscious but he failed and felt him slef falling once again.

The screaming had stopped a while ago and every one was worried. At least when they had heard screaming it meant that Merlin was alive. Now though, there was silence.

As the door opened up the knights moved towards the bar to see who was being brought in.

They all gasped when they saw Merlin being dragged in.

His face was a sickly gray colour, and the rest of him was covered in blood. Where did the blood come from though there had was nothing on his chest, or face. When the guards though threw Merlin down onto the ground of his cage they could all clearly see that he been flogged.

Lancelot felt sick, who was behind this?

Merlin groaned in his sleep as he tried to move his arm.

Even in sleep now, Merlin knew no peace.