AN: I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG! The week before final exams was just killing me! Ugh! You have been fantastic and so patient. So I hope this chapter will suffice. Again, I am so sorry. I had four papers to write. I know, "excuses, excuses" , but I am sorry. I have been so swamped. So I hope you like this new chapter, and please, pretty please review!

Martin sighed as he completed his chores passively. Isabelle had been missing for two weeks, two weeks. Where was his little girl?

"Martin?" Jen pressed gently, "Are you sure you don't want to head home. You have had a hard week."

Martin turned his attention to Jen, "No. I want to work; it will be good for me."

Alex watched his friend concerned. He knew that Martin was hurting, and he wished he could do something about it. He had never seen Martin's blue eyes in so much pain. His friend looked so worn out, and broken. He had never seen such defeat written on a man's countenance.

"Well, um, you have done everything," Jen stuttered, "I can't think of anything else for you to do…"

Martin looked over at Alex, he never had a shortage of things for him to do.

Alex couldn't bring himself to torment Martin, not today; not when he was so broken.

"Go home, Martin," Alex ordered gently.

"Who died and made you king?" Martin winked.

Alex chuckled, at least Martin had some humor left.

Martin looked up at the giant crystal chandelier, trying to distract himself from the pain eating away at his stomach and heart.

"Jen, did you ever get someone over here to clean the chandelier?" Martin whispered.

"Oh no!" Jen exclaimed, "I haven't. I should get someone over here right away, I have been meaning too, but…"

Martin knew why. He wasn't the only one hurting. Frank had shut himself off from everyone. He was talking it almost harder than Martin, almost.

"No, don't worry about it," Martin interjected, "I'll do it. If you will just get me a ladder, then I can do it."

"Martin," Alex started to protest.

Martin did not seem to care. Jen could see his distress.

"There is a ladder outside, go grab it Alex," Jen ordered.

Alex blinked in shock, but did not argue. He knew better than to argue with Jen with she was looking so serious. He left to quickly go grab the ladder.

Jen walked away leaving Martin standing alone. Martin stood there, tears filling his eyes. Everything was falling apart. Feliciana was so sick now, and Isabelle was gone. The two people he cared about most were being ripped away from him.

Alex came back inside with the tall ladder. He set it up in silence, not sure what to say.

Martin just climbed up a few steps, waiting for Jen. She handed him some cleaning supplies and he walked up the steps, leading to the brilliant chandelier. He was glad he had work to distract him from his woes. Feliciana was sick, and he had no idea how to help her. His daughter was missing, and he couldn't help, but feel it was all his fault. He took the rag and began to clean the chandelier, distracted by his thoughts. The crystals shone so brightly, even with the lights turned off. He stared at the crystals, slightly mesmerized by the beauty.

"MERLIN!" a loud voice boomed.

Martin looked up startled, it had sounded like someone had called his name, but he wasn't Merlin. He looked into the crystals and was startled to see a large, golden colored dragon appear in the crystals. Martin's mouth dropped open in shock. It was final, he was losing it!

Martin continued to watch the crystals as they showed certain images; familiar images.

The golden dragon was speaking to him, well, a man that sort of looked like him. The man was actually a young boy, but he had Martin's same blue eyes and dark hair. He wore a brown leather jacket and a blue shirt, and a red scarf. He seemed like the same person.

Martin watched the image in surprise. The crystals showed another flash when the boy called Merlin was now a young adult. He didn't looking too good though. He actually looked like he was dying, and to make matters worse he was tied up on a chain that was stretched across some sort of living area. A woman with messy, curled, black hair, wearing a black dress slunk around him. She had hungry green eyes, glittering dangerously.

Martin closed his eyes. Memories were flashing back into his mind. He opened his eyes and stared at the crystals once more. His eyes widened as he watched a new set of images in the crystals. His daughter! His daughter in the gorgeous dress she had been in before she had disappeared was hanging on the very chain he saw the figure, called Merlin, hanging on just a few seconds ago. Isabelle looked exhausted, drained, and half dead. He felt his hands grow hot as he watched his daughter. She was hurting. She looked so weak. Her dress was torn in some places, and her dress had various stains on the fine fabric. Her wrists were swollen, red, and worn raw by the thick ropes binding her. The images vanished, and the crystals would yield no more.

"NO!" Martin cried angrily.

Alex ran into the room, "Martin! What? Are you hurt?"

"Arthur!" Martin cried, "She is in Camelot!"

Alex stared at Martin like he was crazy, "What?!"

Martin's head began to spin, as multiple images flooded into his mind. He groaned, holding his head, in the process Martin lost his balance.

"Martin!" Alex cried out, watching his assistant fall off the tall ladder.

Martin's head made a hard thump, and then he stayed still.

"Martin?" Alex asked, falling to Martin's side.

Just then, Jen walked into the room, "Alex what is… Martin!"

Jen fell to Martin's other side in panic. They both looked down at Martin.

"Martin are you alright?" they asked in unison.

Martin did not stir.

AN: And yes, I am even more mean with a cliff hanger. Sorry.

Also, super sorry because I will not be updating for a while. I still have more final exams! So sorry! I wanted to get this chapter to you though, since you have all been so supportive. So please be patient, and in the meantime, pretty please Review! :) Thanks!