Secrets

by V-L-G-4200

Merlin is a woman although she has been brought up pretending to be male. Her magic and gender discovered in her village home Ealdor, Hunith sends Merlin to Camelot and to the destiny awaiting her.

4. The Poisoned Chalice

Disclaimer: I don't own BBC's Merlin or any of the characters or places mentioned within this FanFiction.

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Chapter 4: The Poisoned Chalice

Today would be a test, I'd known that since Arthur had informed me of the people riding towards Camelot. The visitors we would receive was a Lord, his court and his servants. Uther intended to form an alliance with the visiting noble and as one of the royal's servants I would be required in the main hall as the visitors arrived.

An elderly man who governed the library had taken it upon himself to instruct myself and the other servants who would be in attendance where we needed to stand and what we needed to do. The matter was all very formal and had to be performed correctly or risk insulting the Lord or disgracing our King.

The clattering of armour announced the arrival of our knights, Prince and King, it was time. Time to take our places, and walk in a V pattern when signalled by the doors. Uther would lead obviously, no man or woman would walk ahead of him. Arthur was stationed to Uther's right as tradition dictated, I stood to Uther's left one person separating me from the end. The knights between Uther and I were the longest serving and most loyal, the knight to Uther's left happened to be one of the knights I had seen standing with Uther when I'd first arrived in Camelot. I'd learnt during my time here that the knight was a personal guard to Uther, he was by far the longest serving knight currently within the court.

Silence echoed through the hall, we were all in place awaiting the doors to open and the flood of visitors to enter. The wait though would be brief the clattering on the other end of the hall announced the arrival, we merely awaited them to form themselves into a formation similar to ourselves before they would enter.

The doors creaked as they swung open, silence penetrated the room as both parties eyed the other over the distance of the hall. The visitor's clothes were all blue as Arthur had informed me they would be, some of the servants that were visible had pieces of red clothing donned. Likely to honour the treaty the heads of states would hopefully sign.

The doors now fully opened without a noise to signal the visitors began to enter the moment Uther walked forward. The walk was short especially for those of us at the end of the lines, Uther stopped a short distance from the head of the visitors. The noise of chain mail and boots ended, I locked my gaze upon Arthur, I could just about see his back from my position but I intended to prevent insult by avoiding the eyes of the Lord as I'd been informed to do.

"Camelot welcomes you, Lord Bayard of Mercia. The treaty we sign today marks an end to war and a beginning to a new friendship between our people." Uther stated slowly and calmly, a small thud echoed through the hall followed swiftly by a scatter of applause from the knights. My arms folded behind my back I shifted slightly as I prevented myself from joining in, I had been told not to. My skin itched as I felt someone's gaze land upon me. Shifting my neck in slight discomfort I held myself as straight as possible fearing who could be looking my way.

The meeting of nobles finally concluded when the royals; accompanied by the visiting lord, exited the hall. Once the officials vacated the room orders were given to every servant within the room. I found myself ushered from the room with a list of orders to complete, and no belief I'd remember them all.

My third chore began in the storage room and required me leaving with a tightly wrapped bundle of heavy clothing for Arthur. The bundle hung from both hands that felt pulled towards the path as I limped slightly down the corridor. Gaius' smiling face caught my attention, rolling my eyes slightly I questioned "Why do I always get landed with the donkey work?" as I limped onwards.

"You're a servant, Merlin." Gaius stated a chuckle colouring his tone, turning to see him I noticed the amusement sparkle in his eyes. "It's what you do." Gaius continued.

Dropping the bundle at my feet for a short break I looked from it to Gaius sharking my arms slightly to try to combat the numbness that was creeping up them. "My arms will be a foot longer by the time I get this lot inside." I complained.

"It's character building. As the old proverb says, hard work breeds…" Gaius faltered, his eyes darting around as he thought of a conclusion to his statement, "a harder soul." He concluded a smile sneaking onto his face in contentment of completing his 'proverb'.

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes I contradicted as I shook my head. "There is no way that's a proverb. You just made that up."

"No. I didn't." Gaius defended a frown distorting his features.

We would have continued this argument until we both were reduced to laughter had a woman not fallen to the floor as she passed between us. Flashing a look down I recognised her as one of the visiting servants. Her clothing had obviously been chosen to show the support of the alliance with the red and blue mixed together.

"Sorry." The woman apologised as she hurried to retrieve the items she had dropped.

"It's alright." I stated taking in more of her appearances.

She continued to retrieve her items as she uttered an "Excuse me."

Exchanging a confused glance with Gaius "Let me give you a hand with that." I offered as I gradually knelt to offer my assistance as I assumed a 'gentleman' would. No sooner had I picked up the final piece; a pillow, that she was missing, the tingling sensation of being watched caused me to look up. Instantly I was swallowed by the bluest eyes I had ever seen. They seemed so bright and deep, they threatened to swallow the world around me as I gazed into them.

The eyes ascended causing my body to rise as well, part of me recognised the need to continue to hold the pillow in my hand, though my thoughts were occupied by the very beautiful woman standing before me. A pang of jealousy ran through me as my mind compared my simple looks to hers. "Hi. I'm Merlin." I stated as my hand not occupied with the pillow extended outwards.

A slightly chilled hand clasped with mine in a simple shake. "Cara." She introduced. "You're Arthur's servant. That must be such an honour." She questioned in a whispery tone.

Pride swelled within me at being almost complemented. "Oh, yeah. It is." I bragged. "Well, you know, someone's got to keep the place running." I joked slightly, glancing at Gaius I caught a glimpse of a confused look that quickly shifted to a calculating stare as he folded his arms and leaned back against the wall of the corridor.

Looking back at Cara I smiled softly. "Thank you, Merlin." She stated.

"Hmm?" I questioned a little lost. Cara looked down to my hand that still firmly held the pillow I'd picked up for her. "Oh, right. Yeah." I scoffed a small laugh at my forgetfulness as I shrugged slightly at the obviousness. "Er, no problem." I concluded careful placing the pillow on top of the pile of clothes in her arms.

"It was nice meeting you." Cara dismissed with a warm smile. Nodding slightly I watched her continue her journey down the corridor.

"Shouldn't you be busy running the place?" Gaius teased with a laugh, glancing back at him I smiled softly once more before picking the heavy bundle from where I'd placed it and re-began my struggle through the castle with it.

Finally I arrived into Arthur's chambers, making my way towards the table I usually laid Arthur's armour upon I dropped the bundle onto the floor. Kneeling down I carefully untied the fastener that held the clothes within the brown material. Pulling the clothes from the fabric I threw the items onto the table, a cloud of dust dispersed from the clothing, covering my mouth with my arm I chocked slightly as I questioned. "When's the last time these were cleaned?"

"Last year some time." Arthur answered as I pulled the red coat from the pile and shaking the dust from it as he continued. "Before the Feast of Beltane."

Grimacing slightly at the thought of having to clean these items later I turned with the coat in hand. "Did it end in a food fight?" I questioned as I neared Arthur.

"Don't all feasts?" Arthur quizzed as I helped him into the coat

"I wouldn't know." I replied finally releasing the coat now that both Arthur's arms were in place. "The airs and graces of the court are a mystery to me." I continued, straightening and dusting the coat down as I did so.

Arthur was inspecting the clothing, ensuring that it could be warn at the feat that evening. "Not after tonight they won't be." He informed.

A smile pulled at my mouth as the words registered in my mind. "I'm going to be at the banquet?" I asked blushing slightly at the idea of being allowed at such an occasion.

Arthur flashed me a glance. "Not quite." He answered as he shrugged the coat off. "You'll be there to make sure my cup doesn't run dry. If I have to sit through Bayard's boring speeches, I don't see why you should get out of it." Arthur continued as he completely pulled the coat off and examined it briefly. "Be sure to polish the buttons." He ordered as he hit me slightly with the coat. Sighing slightly I made my way back to the table as Arthur vanished behind his changing screen. Half folding the coat back into the pile I turned as Arthur questioned. "Do you want to see what you'll be wearing tonight?"

"Won't this do?" I asked, gesturing towards my normal clothing.

Arthur appeared from behind the screen, wearing a coat that seemed the brown double of the one he'd ordered me to clean. Shaking his head he replied. "No tonight you'll be wearing the official ceremonial robes of the servants of Camelot." My heart speed at the thought of officially being recognised as Arthur's servant. A smile graced Arthur's face as he ducked behind the screen once more. He returned with some clothes and a very fancy hat.

My heart fell. He was so trying to embarrass me. As Arthur registered my distaste he nodded slightly. "You can't be serious." I coldly stated only to be met with a wide grin from the prince.

Sighing internally I begrudgingly began my task. Firstly I washed all the clothes that would be worn this evening. My fingers, knuckles and hands becoming red and painful from the task. Finally when all the items were washed I carefully hung them near a fire so they would dry quickly. Grabbing some food I watched over the clothes as the water dried from them. The clothes were still damp upon finishing my food so I decided to polish Arthur's boots and belt buckle as I knew everything needed to be in top condition.

Checking the clothes now that the boots and buckle now almost sparkling I was relieved to find them dry. I slowly examined each piece of clothing ensure none needed fixing anywhere, folding each piece after its examination. My warn fingers gently caressed the fabric of the coat, carefully inspecting every inch of it; especially around all the buttons. Content that nothing needed fixing I slumped into a chair with the coat and polish. The polish made my hands sting but the work would be worth it in the end.

There was something about the physical strain and the sting of sore hands that seemed to encourage me to physically work through it, rather than depend upon my magic. Though there was no denying that magic was an easy way out, I cannot afford to complete too many tasks just through magic. I cannot risk the suspicion that might arise.

Silently dreading the clothes I would have to wear this evening I pushed on with my work, knowing my time was quite limited.

Standing near the entrance to the great hall, I watched as Bayard took the quill from Uther's hand and signed the treaty laid upon a table in the middle of the room. The tables had been re-arranged into a rectangle with spaces in between each table to ensure access into the middle. The top table held; from left to right, Arthur, Uther and Morgana.

My head snapped to my left upon hearing a snigger, a small smile pulled at my lips as I realised the person standing next to me was Gwen. "Nice hat." She complemented with a chuckle.

Shacking my head at the reminder of the feathery accessory I muttered. "Thanks." Looking back towards Arthur in the middle of the tables I noticed he was looking in my direction. Shaking my head again in annoyance I watched as he smirked at me, his eyebrows raising in a silent laugh. Arthur turned to receive the quill from Bayard as I glanced away, at the other end of a long row of tables stood Cara; the servant I had bumped into earlier.

Her eyes flicked towards me and I felt my right hand move and remove the feathered accessory from my head. Switching the hat to my left hand, I scratched my head with my right hand trying to remove the restraining feeling of a now invisible hat on my head.

"She's pretty isn't she?" Gwen questioned a note of jealousy running through her tone. Flashing a glance towards her I found myself just as quickly staring back at Cara. "For a handmaiden, I mean." Gwen continued.

"She's pretty for a princess, let alone a handmaiden." I contradicted unable to tear my eyes away from Clara.

The treaty fully signed Uther and Bayard clasped hands. The people present all clapped a small applause, those seated stood briefly to show their support of peace. "Mmm." A noise hummed slightly from Gwen's location, glancing briefly to Gwen's location I caught her back as she moved away from me.

The clapping died down before I had a chance to properly scan the hall for Gwen. Uther and Arthur were both seated at the head table in there typical positions. Bayard began his speech, as he walked slowly forward within the centre of the tables, making gestures with his hand to emphasise certain points. "People of Camelot, for a great many years we have been mortal enemies, and the blood of our men stains the ground from the walls of Camelot to the gates of Mercia. And though we remember those who have died, we must not allow any more to join them." The heat getting to me slightly I placed my hat upon a table nearby, quickly removing the warm cloak from my shoulders. Folding it hurriedly I placed it upon the side table, taking the hat back into my and as I did so.

A servant girl carrying a heavy looking wooden chest approached Bayard as he finally came to a halt in the centre of the room. "As a symbol of our goodwill, and of our newfound friendship," Bayard touched his left hand briefly to his chest. "I present these ceremonial goblets to you," He stated reaching into the chest the servant held up towards him. "Uther," He removed an impressive looking goblet, extending it outwards for Uther to briefly view, "and to your son, Arthur," He removed a second goblet, it was not as impressive as the first but the quality still showed "in the hope that our friendship may last." Bayard concluded with a genuine tone to his voice.

"Merlin," A voice whispered into my left ear causing me to jump, turning I noticed Cara standing beside me, a concerned look etched into her face. "I need to speak to you." She informed.

"The wounds we received in battle..." I briefly heard Bayard continue.

"What is it?" I questioned, my hand raising to comfort her before realising I still held my hat in my hands.

Cara flashed a worried look towards Bayard as he continued to speak. "Not here, please. I don't know who else to tell." She begged, she pulled away likely to lead me to a quiet area. Flashing a worried glance at Arthur I placed the hat upon my cloak and proceeded to follow Cara from the hall.

We passed the top table, upon which the royals were sitting and ducked into a side corridor passing some nobles and guards as we did so. My mind briefly registered Bayard's continuing speech. "Tonight we toast a new beginning for our peoples. We look towards a future free from the toils of war."

Proceeding around a corner and a little way down the corridor, Cara turned suddenly, fear sparkling in her eyes she spoke hurriedly in a quiet tone. "It wasn't until I saw him give the goblet to Arthur that I realised..."

"Whoa, slow down." I stated quietly, my hand raising slightly as if to physically slow her down. "Start from the beginning." I said my tone begging slightly that she hurried with the details. My heart raced, Arthur might be in danger, every part of me screaming to run back to the hall and protect him from the threat Cara seemed to see.

"Two days ago, I was bringing Bayard his evening meal. We're supposed to knock. He didn't expect me to walk in..." Cara began her voice shaking.

"So what are you trying to say?" I asked trying to hurry her to the conclusion of this story, an idea of what Cara had seen filling my mind with dread.

Fear flashed through the bright blue eyes as she shakenly replied. "If he knows I said anything, he will kill me."

"I would not let that happen to you, I promise." I stated glaring into Cara's eyes. My body was a wound spring waiting for the right words to run to Arthur's rescue. "Please tell me what you saw." I begged.

Shaking her head Cara informed. "Bayard is no friend of Camelot. He craves the kingdom for himself."

"Cara..." I paused, turning to watch as a servant passed the end of the corridor. "Tell me. What has Bayard done with the goblet?" I spoke soothingly.

"He believes that if he kills Arthur, Uther's spirit will be broken and Camelot will fall." Cara whispered confirming my fears.

Heart racing, mind buzzing I needed confirmation of the fear in my mind. "What has he done with the goblet?" I asked.

"I saw him putting something in it." Cara answered simply.

"What?" I snapped slightly, the simple answer was not enough. The need to know the danger was too great.

Shaking her head again Cara whispered with a begging tone that silently asked me not to push too far. "I shouldn't! He'll kill me!"

"Please, tell me!" I begged my voice snapping, physically restraining myself from running straight to the hall. "Was it poison?" I asked.

Looking me dead in the eye, the look of fear sparkling in her eyes, Cara slowly nodded her head. That was all the confirmation I needed, my body sprung towards the hall with a speed I'd not known I'd possessed. The only thought running through my mind was a begging whisper hoping that I wasn't too late.

The short hallway had never seemed so long as I ran as quickly as my legs would enable me. The voice of Bayard echoing down the hall. "And may the differences from our past remain there. To your health, Uther." He was calling a toast, flashing a look at my legs, I internally begged them to go faster. "Arthur." I was running out of time. "The Lady Morgana." The doorway was in view, the curtain covering it and the celebration beyond would soon be upon me. I just needed a little longer. "The people of Camelot." Bayard's voice seemed to conclude, I was so close, I only need a few more words I internally begged.

"And to fallen warriors on both sides." Uther's voice echoed down the deserted hallway.

Rushing through the curtain, narrowly missing the guards stationed at either side. My eyes flashed instantly to Arthur, his goblet raised to his lips. A few seconds more and I would be too late. "Stop!" I shouted racing towards Arthur. "It's poisoned! Don't drink it!" I concluded finally reaching Arthur's side. He glanced my way a confused glare upon his face.

My hand covered the top of Arthur's goblet all but ripping it from Arthur's grip. Slowing down I managed to man over myself in front of Uther at the top table. "What?" Uther questioned, anger crossing his face.

"Merlin, what are you doing?" Arthur asked, concern and confusion widening his eyes as he raised his now empty hand in a sign of annoyance.

Breathing heavily I gasped in breath as I faced the man who'd tried to poison the prince. "Bayard laced Arthur's goblet with poison." I proclaimed, raising the goblet towards the offender.

"This is an outrage!" Bayard spat, drawing his sword.

All around men drew their weapons, the surrounding ring of steel was almost deafening. "Order your men to put down their swords." Uther ordered as guards rushed into the hall with a mixture of spikes, maces and blades in hands. "You are outnumbered." Uther concluded as the guards fell into place surrounding Bayard.

Bayard paled slightly at the weapons surrounding him. His eyes locking with mine he drew a shaky breath. "I will not allow this insult to go unchallenged!" He countered.

Looking back at the king who may one day kill me, I felt my legs shake slightly as Uther demanded. "On what grounds do you base this accusation?"

"I'll handle this." Arthur stated as he manoeuvred around the table. "Merlin, you idiot." Arthur scolded his right hand hitting my shoulder as he forced me towards the top table. "Have we been at the slow gin again?" Arthur questioned forcing the poised chalice from my hands as he released me.

Uther was leaned forward in a very menacing manor. "Unless you want to be strung up, you will tell me why you think why you think it's poisoned now." He demanded.

Looking straight into the eyes of the king I replied. "He was seen lacing it."

"By whom?" Uther questioned quietly.

Looking down slightly I gulped before answering. "I can't say."

"I won't listen to this anymore." Bayard stated in a bored tone. Looking back at the lord I noticed a vacant expression upon his face.

"Pass me the goblet." Uther demanded as he moved around the table. Arthur turned, goblet in hand and handed the item to his father. Uther walked forwards towards the surrounded lord. "If you're telling the truth..." Uther began looking at the goblet.

"I am." Bayard interrupted.

"Then you have nothing to fear, do you?" Uther continued. Bayard seemed to take the statement as a challenge, stepping back and sheathing his sword he motioned for Uther to hand the goblet to him. "No. If this does prove to be poisoned, I want the pleasure of killing you myself." Uther concluded turning back towards me. Bayard snorted slightly I wondered idly if he'd done so in fear.

Bayard's arm fell as Uther turned slightly, extending the goblet towards me. "He'll drink it." He informed.

"But if it is poisoned, he'll die!" Arthur spoke up his head snapping from the goblet to his father.

"Then we'll know he was telling the truth." Uther countered as I took the goblet from Uther's hand.

Bayard seemed to see the out of this predicament. "And what if he lives?" He questioned.

"Then you have my apologies, and you can do with him as you will." Uther informed as I pulled the goblet slowly towards me. The deadly red liquid within almost glowed in the light of the hall.

"Uther, please! He's just a boy! He doesn't know what he's saying!" I heard Gaius beg, my heart warmed at the thought of Gaius fighting to defend me.

Flashing a glance up at Uther I noticed the annoyed look as he contradicted. "Then you should've schooled him better."

My heart races in my chest as I move towards Bayard. "Merlin, apologise. This is a mistake." Arthur ordered. "I'll drink it." Arthur stated attempting to grab the goblet from me once again.

Playing down a smile at the idea of the prat of a prince defending me I pushed his hand away, cradling the goblet close to my chest and turning my back to Arthur slightly as I stated. "No, no, no, no, no." I felt Arthur's face lock with mine however I could not look at his face so close to mine so I fixed my eyes upon Bayard. "It's, it's alright." Arthur finally gave in, allowing me to complete the duty I'd set myself. Raising the goblet up towards Bayard I wondered as he folded his arms across his chest in a bored way.

Turning I decided to face those I cared about, if this was going to kill me the last faces I wanted to see were Arthur, Gwen and Gaius' Raising the goblet to my lips I watched Gaius and Arthur's looks of concern, Gwen seemed on the edge of tears as I poured the liquid into my mouth. Unable to contain herself she took a step forward, lowering my eyes I watched the liquid, ensuring I swallowed all the contents of the goblet. My heart raced, hand shaking I lowered the goblet having reached the end of the liquid. Gulping I noticed Arthur's eyes widen in fear once more, looking up then back at Bayard relief flushed through me as I watched him smirk. Turning back to Uther and the concerned people around the top table I proclaimed. "It's fine."

"He's all yours." Uther stated, sitting down with a wave of dismissal. The world darkened slightly as I watched Arthur begin to head back towards the table. Breathing was hard, my airway closed around itself. Raising a hand to my throat I attempted to pull the invisible hand away from my throat as I chocked. No longer able to draw breath the look of horror upon Arthur's face the last thing my eyes noticed before darkness took over my world.

A pain in my back informed me I'd slammed into the floor. "It's poisoned." Uther proclaimed, a warm presence hovered over me as I heard Uther order loudly. "Guards seize him!" The sound echoing in the darkness of my mind.

Something warm touched my arm as another presence appeared above me. "Merlin." The voice was soft but unmistakably Gaius. "Can you hear me?" He questioned, I wanted so badly to reply but the air wheezing in and out of my lungs was my top priority. The world was heating up, a personal fire scorched within my chest. "We have to get him back to my chambers." Gaius ordered, as his presence shifted further away. The warmth of the first presence shifted grabbing right arm. "Bring the goblet. I need to identify the poison." Gaius concluded as the other presence grabbed my left arm and pulled me upwards. All air I'd managed to collect whooshed from my lungs as I was flung over; stomach first, into something hard. Whatever it was shifted from side to side as it moved me to Gaius' chambers.

Gasping I felt a jolt of a door kicked open. "Lay him on the bed quickly; he's struggling to breathe." Gaius ordered, my legs connected with something as the warm presence that had carried me sat next to me, a pull on my arm and I felt the world tilt. "Gwen, fetch me some water and a towel." Gaius continued as the warm presence moved, shifting my limbs onto the solid from beneath me.

"Is he going to be alright?" Arthur's voice questioned, breathing hard my heart swelled as I realised his voice radiated the same heat as his presence.

"He's burning up." Gaius stated.

Footsteps rushed towards me as Gwen's voice questioned. "You can cure him, can't you Gaius?"

"I won't know until I can identify the poison." Gaius stated a damp, cold covered my forehead, little hairs sticking to my skin. "Pass me the goblet." Gaius continued. The footsteps retreated and rushed forward again. "Ah." Gaius was further away now, the sound in his voice revealed he'd found something. "There's something stuck on the inside." He revealed. Gwen's presence knelt beside me and a weight was added to the dampness on my forehead.

"What is it?" Arthur questioned, his presence and heat moving up and away.

Metal clinked as Gaius stated. "It looks like a flower petal of some kind."

A flash of heat rushed through me, my breathing that had eased after the weight against my chest was removed became difficult once more. "His brow's on fire." Gwen stated in concern.

"Keep him cool; it'll help control his fever." Gaius stated calmly, knowing Gaius had entered physician mode I could not bring myself to be upset over the lack of concern. The heat soared again, the flames of the poison lapping in my veins.

A clang echoed in the room as the dampness vanished, water trickled, another thud bounced around my head as the dampness and pressure returned. Paper rustled in the near distance. "Ah." Gaius sighed. "The petal comes from the Mortaeus flower. It says here that someone poisoned by the Mortaeus can only be saved by a potion made from the leaf of the very same flower. It can only be found in the caves deep beneath the Forest of Balor." Gaius informed, the sound of paper rustles once more as Gaius continues. "The flower grows on the roots of the Mortaeus tree."

"That's not particularly friendly." Arthur speculated.

"A Cockatrice. It guards the forest. Its venom is potent. A single drop would mean certain death. 'Few who have crossed the Mountains of Isgaard in search of the Mortaeus flower have made it back alive.'" Gaius concluded.

Boots feel upon the floor as I pictured Arthur pacing slightly. There was a moment of pregnant silence save for my winded breathing before Arthur announced. "Sounds like fun."

"Arthur, it's too dangerous." Gaius warned.

"If I don't get the antidote, what happens to Merlin?" Arthur asked in a soft tone.

"The Mortaeus induces a slow and painful death. He may hold out for four, maybe five days, but not for much longer. Eventually he will die." Gaius informed, my heart twisted at the thought that this could be the end of the protection I could offer Arthur. As far as I could see there was no way out of this situation, Arthur could not risk his life for a lowly servant like me. I tried to voice my disapproval when Arthur's footsteps echoed towards the door, the noise came out as a strangled cry that seemed to only hasten his steps.

The blackness of my mind seemed to darken as the difficulty to draw breath increased. Warmth pulled at me, a light burning in the distance. Pulling back to the pain of my body but at the same time twisting my mind elsewhere.

"What's the point of having people to taste for you if you're going to get yourself killed anyway?" Uther questioned as boots echoes down a hall, the voice was distant and the words difficult to hear.

"I won't fail, no matter what you think." Arthur contradicted. Arthur's voice sounded as clear as warning bells in the citadel, echoing around the location creating an idea via sound the location the nobles were in.

"Arthur, you are my only son and heir. I can't risk losing you for the sake of some serving boy." Uther scolded as I began to wonder how I was hearing this conversation.

Arthur seemed irritated at this statement, the light took on a red tint at the anger in his voice rose as he questioned. "Oh, because his life's worthless?"

The sound of footfalls halted as Uther informed. "No, because it's worth less than yours." Nodding internally I agreed with Uther, Arthur should not have to risk his life for me. Even if I was supposedly destined to protect him, who was I to judge that this is not the way things had been decided.

"I can save him. Let me take some men." Arthur begged.

Uther seemed annoyed as he almost whispered his answer. "No."

Arthur continued not paying attention to his father's disapproval. "We'll find the antidote and bring it back."

"No." Uther stated clearly.

"Why not?!" Arthur wined. I wondered why Arthur cared so much, I was just a servant at the end of the day. Surely I could easily be replaced, why would he want to risk his life to save mine?

"Because one day I will be dead and Camelot will need a king." "I'm not going to let you jeopardise the future of this kingdom over some fool's errand." Uther scolded annoyance lacing his every word, I could hear the dismissal in his voice. Uther was done talking about this.

Arthur had other ideas however. "It's not a fool's errand. Gaius says that if we can get the antidote..." Arthur started.

"Oh, Gaius says? That's exactly what makes it so." Uther interrupted.

"Please, Father." A pause in Arthur's words caused the words to echo even more around him. The words he spoke pulled me towards him. Pieces of colour patched together as the scene blurred to life. A corridor, standing behind Arthur I looked at Uther who stood ahead of us looking back at his son. "He saved my life." Another brief pause echoed in the air. "I can't stand by and watch him die." Arthur begged.

"Then don't look." Uther whispered causing Arthur to turn away from him, the disbelief upon his face warmed my heart. "This boy won't be the last to die on your behalf. You're going to be King. It's something you'll have to get used to." Uther informed turning to advance down the hallway.

"I can't accept that." Arthur countered finally facing his father again, anger blazing in his eyes.

Uther spun around annoyance raising the volume of his voice as he ordered. "You're not going."

Uther was midway back to facing the direction he wished to travel when Arthur countered. "You can't stop me."

"Damn it, Arthur, that's an end to it!" Uther shouted glaring at his son with annoyance and anger. "You're not leaving this castle tonight." Uther ordered, before Arthur could argue Uther completed his turn and walked away down the hall.

Annoyance radiating from his being, Arthur stormed back through the castle. Without any conscious effort I somehow followed behind his every angry step, I seemed to float along the prince being the anchor to which I seemed to be tied.

Arthur kicked open his door, allowing them to swing open. Throwing his sword upon his table he walked over to the fireplace, placing both hands on the stone wall above the roaring flames, looking at Arthur's face flickering in the light of the flames I noticed the concern and thoughtful expression on his face. I wanted to comfort him, to let him know he didn't have to try so hard for me.

"Say what you like about the food, but you can't beat our feast for entertainment." Morgana joked causing both Arthur and I to turn to see her standing in the doorway.

Pushing himself away from the wall Arthur apologised. "Morgana, I'm sorry, I should have made sure you were alright." Confusion rippled through me as Arthur walked away from Morgana, leaning back onto the wall with his right arm.

"Disappointed actually." Morgana stated as she walked calmly into the room, the reply caused Arthur to turn slightly. "I was looking forward to clumping a couple around the head with a ladle." She joked.

Arthur scoffed, forcing down a laugh. "I'm sure the guards could have handled Bayard and his men." Arthur countered flashing a glance at Morgana.

"Yeah, but why let the boys have all the fun?" Morgana complained in a joking tone.

"Morgana, you shouldn't get involved." Arthur scolded pushing himself slowly from the wall once more. "It's dangerous." He concluded.

Morgana rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Spare me the lecture, I've already had it from Uther." She said.

"If it's any consolation, you weren't the only one." Arthur added walking away from the fireplace and towards a window.

"Not that I listen to him." Morgana in-putted, her voice soft and careful. "Sometimes you've got to do what you think is right, and damn the consequences." She added, her words ringing slightly in my ears.

Arthur turned looking at Morgana, a judging look in his gaze. "You think I should go?" He questioned.

"It doesn't matter what I think." Morgana replied shaking her head slightly.

"If I don't make it back, who will be the next king of Camelot?" Arthur questioned walking in an intimidating manor towards Morgana. "There's more than just my life at stake." Arthur concluded coming to a stop a few feet before Morgana, looking down into her eyes.

Morgana's eyes squinted slightly, before she replied in a judging tone. "And what kind of king would Camelot want?" Morgana broke eye contact with Arthur briefly, flashing her gaze to the sword on the table. Reaching out towards it she continued. "One that would risk his life to save that of a lowly servant?" Morgana pulled the blade free of its scabbard, holding the blade in both hands. "Or one who does what his father tells him to?" She questioned looking Arthur dead in the eyes before raising the sword up for him to decide if he would take or not.

I watched as a flash of different emotions raced across Arthur's face, internally begging him to stay I could only watch in disbelief as Arthur nodded slightly, then carefully removed the blade from Morgana's hands. Determination gleamed in his eyes as he rushed out of the room.

The burning sensation spiked in my chest, the world darkened once more, briefly the sound of hooves upon cobbles clattered loudly close by. Attempting to hold my chest I found my limbs unable to move as a "Halt!" echoed around me. Breathing was difficult, whatever was happening was taking more of an effect. My left wrist burned with a new intensity that I'd not felt before, if I had any control over my body I would have screamed as tears fell. The wooden feeling was back, the comforting warmness gone. I could hear my pulse pounding slowly in my ears as my body tried desperately to draw in air.

The damp weight lingered upon my forehead as all sounds bounced around my head, the volume increasing to painful levels. "He's getting hotter." Gwen worriedly stated.

My chest burned but a small part of me realised the bandages upon it had been loosened for my comfort. "Him. Liffrea, wuldres wealdend, woroldare forgeaf." My voice muttered, I wondered over the spell. The words I'd spoken I was familiar with but I'd no recollection of that spell within my book. The damp pressure left my head during the words, a weight pressed gently against my burning wrist.

"What language is that?" Gwen asked softly.

"None. The fever's taken hold. None of those words are his own." Gaius answered as the pressure returned to my head. "His pulse is weaker." He stated, the hold on my wrist released. A moment of silence passed before a weight clamped my fingers, clothes shuffled and the burning on my wrist was subjected to the cold air.

"What is it?" Gwen questioned in concern.

"That can't be right. The rash is not supposed to appear until the final stage." Gaius replied, worry lapping into his every word. The pressure released upon my hand as shuffling bounced around me.

The dampness disappeared from my head once again as Gwen questioned. "What does that mean?"

More shuffling bounced around me, the heat spiked the air became thicker. Gaius' voice floated to me in a whispery tone that my head amplified to a loud shout. "It says here that 'once a rash appears, death will follow within two days.'"

"You said he had four days." Gwen's whispery tone spiked with panic.

"Something's increased the flower's potency. It warns that 'the effect of the Mortaeus will be more rapid if an enchantment is used during the flower's preparation.'" Gaius read as I struggled to draw a complete breath.

Gwen seemed confused over this revelation as she countered. "An enchantment? But Bayard's no sorcerer."

"No he isn't." Gaius confirmed.

"Then who did this?" Gwen asked in confusion.

The silence was heavy, as heavy as the air that pressed upon my making the world slowly darker and more difficult to hear. "It can't have been. She wouldn't dare come here. Unless..." Gaius started.

"Unless what?" Gwen encouraged

Their voices were getting harder to hear and understand, the echoing remains of their voices seemed to slow in my mind. "What happened to that girl?" Gaius questioned.

Gwen seemed confused as she quizzed. "Which girl?"

I pushed my body upwards slightly, fighting to drag the air into my lungs. The darkness was suffocating. "Just before Merlin burst into the hall one of Bayard's serving girls took him outside." Gaius stated.

"She had dark hair. Very beautiful." Gwen confirmed, revealing she knew who Gaius was asking about.

Gaius' voice echoed slowly towards me. "Find her. Quickly." He ordered, more shuffling bounced around me.

"Arthur... swa..." I heard myself whisper before the darkness consumed me.

The rush of the door swinging open jolted me from the darkness, my body would still not cooperate with me however the sounds were back from within my room. My heart raced, the air was hot and thick as I pulled it into my lungs. Sweat dripped down my head and back but my legs were starting to get cold, numbness creeping slowly up from my toes.

"Let me guess, she wasn't there." Gaius questioned in a knowing tone as soft footsteps drew closer.

"No one has seen her since the banquet." Gwen answered slightly breathlessly as she came to a halt nearby. "Who is she?" Gwen asked quietly.

Sighing slightly Gaius answered in a stern tone. "Not who she claims to be."

Shuffling almost masked by my gasps at breath issued from Gwen's location. "But you know, don't you?" She quizzed.

"Cara." Gaius sighed in reply. "Though, that's not her name. Not her real name, anyway." He quickly added.

"Then who is she?" Gwen questioned a desperate tone lacing her words, she sounded close to tears.

Taking a deep breath Gaius, sighing as he answered. "A powerful sorceress."

My heart beat loudly, the temperature rising as the numbness I felt began creeping up my feet and began in my fingers. The sound muffled, almost as if I'd been submerged in water. Straining my hearing I attempted to listen to the others over my raspy breathing. "Well, we should tell Uther. Maybe he could send riders out after her." I heard Gwen state.

"No, she'll be long gone. It's impossible to know where, though." Gaius countered in what sounded like a whisper. "Oh, no." He muttered, my ears locked upon the proclamation fearing what I would hear next.

"What?" Gwen asked in a serious tone.

"She knows the only place an antidote can be found is the Forest of Balor. Arthur could be walking into a trap." Gaius replied just as seriously.

My magic flared burning hotter than the heat surrounding me, it tingled and flared. Every hair stood on end as I heard myself mumble. "Arthur. Arthur." Pain overwhelmed me for a moment as I felt myself travelling, but not in a way I was used to. I felt a pulling sensation in my chest, my magic focused upon it, making it pull me faster towards my destination. Light shone in the distance, I became slowly aware of the forest surrounding me, and a blurred figure on horseback rode just ahead of me. Magic flaring the image cleared as I realised the figure was Arthur, the warm comforting sensation I had felt earlier rumbled to life as my eyes quickly ran over his figure checking for injuries.

Somehow I felt myself in two places at once, by Arthur's side so I could protect him but somehow I still felt the warmth and un-comfort of the bed in Camelot. Brief wonderment passed through my mind but was quickly dispelled when I watched Arthur dismount his horse and begin leading it through a passage in the trees. I realised Arthur must be doing this to ensure he didn't miss the cave or because the fallen leaves that covered the ground could just as easily be hiding a sudden ditch or sharp rock, or just something that might cause injury to the horse.

A low hiss issued from behind me, I felt myself mutter some words but I was too focused upon Arthur to register them.

Floating behind Arthur as lead his horse we reached the top of a hill, Arthur paused to assess where he was going. I noticed in the moments pause the mist that had rolled in and was swimming in the valley way ahead, the mist made my magic tingle. Something about it set me on high alert. Arthur nodded to himself and slowly descended the hill into the rolling mist.

The mist seemed to back away as we closed in on it, however I knew we were just entering it and the mist was not thick enough to distort our vision any more than simply lingering in the distance; surrounding us. Arthur entered the flat valley at the bottom of the hill, the horse pulled back slightly as a dim cry echoed around us. Arthur continued forward tightening his grip on his reins as he did so. A figure sat upon a log just ahead of us, slowly coming into focus. The crying was obviously issuing from this woman, fear ran through my system as we walked forward enough to completely see her. It was Cara, or as Gaius had said the woman claiming to be Cara. She sat ahead of the caves, looking to me as though she was guarding it but to others as though she'd sat somewhere to cry.

The horse pulled back again, spooked by something I could not see. Arthur locking his gaze with the woman trudged to a thick branch sticking up from a fallen tree, tightening the horse's reins around it then issuing the horse a reassuring pat he walked slowly towards the woman. "Hello?" Arthur spoke in a concerned tone obviously wanting to alert the woman to his approach.

"Arthur, it...it's a trap. It's a trap." I felt myself warn, disheartened that the words couldn't be heard in the forest surrounding us.

The imposter calling herself Cara continued to cry as Arthur continued towards her, finally reaching her he knelt down so he wouldn't be towering over her in an intimidating way. "Are you alright?" He asked softly. My attention was drawn to a very red mark upon her right shoulder that she almost seemed to be showing off, I felt confusion pool as I wondered to the mark's origins.

"His fever's getting worse, isn't it?" Gwen's voice echoed from Gaius' room as a hissing roar pieced the forest causing 'Cara' to scream. Following her line of sight I watched as a creature I guessed was the Cockatrice Gaius had warned Arthur about. The creature looked like a very large lizard, its muscled legs shifting from side to side as it grew closer. It seemed to have what I could only think to describe as fans along its body, the fans like skin starting from each shoulder and travelling down the creature's body connecting to the creature's back as its body turned into its tail.

"The poison's setting in." I heard Gaius confirm as the creature roared again, revealing its sharp teeth and forked tongue. Arthur lept up from his crouch placing himself between the Cockatrice and 'Cara', he seemed unsure of himself as he shuffled forward.

Turning back slightly he motioned backwards as he ordered. "Stay back." His voice cracking slightly, revealing his nerves.

The creature roared a long warning as Arthur shortened the distance between them. Drawing his sword Arthur's hand flicked around loosening his wrist up for the battle, before slashing ahead of himself in small circles which I realised as another technique to loosen his arm and wrist up. The creature stood its ground growling fiercely.

Arthur pulled his blade backwards, stepping sideways slightly as the creature began to close the gap between them once more. Arthur widened his stance preparing for the leap the creature seemed to be working towards. Flinging its head from side to side as it roared the creature jumped forward slightly causing Arthur to swing his sword in precaution. The distance was still to great for either to touch the other but my mind raced as the fight continued. I wondered briefly if I'd be able to help Arthur if needed in this situation.

The creature hissed more as it grew even closer, its slow steps seeming to echo in the otherwise quiet forest. The Cockatrice reared onto its back legs revealing it to be taller than Arthur, Arthur thrust his forward in warning as the creature stretched out with its claws. Falling once more to the floor the Cockatrice backed away slightly as Arthur swung his sword across his body twice in quick succession. The blade quickly returning to its previous posed position. Arthur swept his sword ahead of him twice more grunting slightly in effort, the Cockatrice backing further from Arthur's range.

The creature reared once more snarling ferorosisly at Arthur, I watched concern flash across Arthur's face quickly replaced by panic as the creature leaped into the air. Arthur ducked out of the creatures reach, rolling forward to avoid the creature landing upon him. Arthur spun his wrist turning slightly, I knew he planned to throw it whilst the creature was disorientated. It was now or never.

"eft gewunigen wilgesiþas, þonne wig cume." I heard myself chant, focusing all my energy upon the creature and Arthur's blade. My magic rushed forward as the words echoed in Gaius' room, I watched as I felt it latch onto Arthur's spinning sword. The Cockatrice reared hearing the noise of the blade I focused upon the creature's chest feeling my magic drive the sword faster sharpening the edge to ensure this blow would be the only one needed.

"Shh." I heard Gaius whisper as the blade struck the creature penetrating deep into its chest. The Cockatrice fell backwards at the force of the death blow, its body hitting the leaf covered ground its last growl dying away into silence.

Arthur sighed heavily pulling himself together and straightening up from the battle stance he was in. Sweeping his hair from his eyes he gasped in a few breaths just standing still. 'Cara' stood ahead of him fear glistening in her eyes. She took several steps backwards looking as though she was readying herself to run.

Stepping forward, Arthur brought his left arm forward stating in a comforting tone. "It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you." Arthur closed the distance between them, then seeing 'Cara' flinch stopped gasping slight he gestured to the very red mark upon her right shoulder asking. "Who did that to you?"

'Cara' looked down at the mark in a gesture that radiated shame and fear. "My master." She stated her voice shaking as she glanced back up at Arthur. Sympathy radiated from Arthur's eyes as he breathed heavily still regaining his breath. "I ran away from him, but then I got lost." 'Cara' added she sounded as though she would soon be in tears as she requested. "Please don't leave me."

"I won't." Arthur reassured shaking his head to enforce the statement. "I'm not going to." He added.

"You can take me away from here?" 'Cara' questioned in a begging tone.

Having regained his breath a determined look set in on his face as he declared. "Not yet." Walking to 'Cara's side he looked towards the caves she'd been sitting in front of. "There's something I have to do first."

Arthur walked back towards his horse as I head Gaius' voice inquire. "Could you fetch me some more Wolfbane?" Focusing slightly upon his voice I felt the numbness encasing my feet and hands and working its way up my legs and arms.

Mentally shaking my head I submerged myself in the forest surrounding Arthur once more as I heard Gwen reply in a low voice. "Yes, of course."

Arthur flipped his saddle bag as 'Cara' asked. "Why have you come to the caves?"

Arthur flashed a glance her way as he secured a small bag onto his belt. "I'm looking for something. It can only be found here." He answered untying his horse from the branch he'd stationed it at previously.

"What is it?" 'Cara' questioned intrigue that sounded surprisingly condescending lacing her tone. Arthur flashed another glance her way having successfully untied the horse. "I know this place; I could help you." She stated shrugging slightly.

Leading his horse forward Arthur rubbed his nose with his left hand before replying. "It's a type of flower that only grows inside the cave. It's very rare."

'Cara' grinned as Arthur arrived at her side. "The Mortaeus flower?" She quizzed grinning as a surprised look flashed across Arthur's face. "I know where they are. I'll show you." She stated nodding encouragingly.

Arthur wound the reins in his hands nervously as 'Cara' moved back towards the log she'd been sat upon during Arthur's battle with the Cockatrice. Arthur's horse neighed softly shaking itself as a breeze shuffled the leaves nearby. 'Cara' picked up a travelling cloak from the log and pulled it around her, pulling the hood up over her head as she motioned for Arthur to follow her. Arthur followed leading his horse behind him, they quickly shortened the distance between them and the caves.

"Merlin, you must fight it." Gaius voice begged from the distance, focusing again upon his voice I felt the tingle of magic as I attempted to fight the heat and numbness creeping further up my legs and arms. My eyes flashed open, the room revealing itself briefly in a golden tint before the darkness consumed my vision once more.

Fearing for Arthur I forced my mind to travel back to Arthur's side shocked that they had already reached the interior of the caves. Arthur and 'Cara' both holding torches as she pointed to the flowers growing upon the steep damp rock of the interior wall of the cave. "There they are." She stated allowing Arthur ahead of her onto a small ledge leading towards the cave wall. The ledge seemed too narrow for Arthur to chance and as he glanced over the edge it revealed the look of unending darkness below.

A crumbling noise sounded from below Arthur who looked at 'Cara' in concern, fear radiating from her eyes as Arthur muttered to her. "Keep back from the edge." She nodded as he continued in a reassuring tone. "Don't worry. We'll be out of here soon."

Arthur edged carefully onto the ledge, judging each footstep before committing his weight to it.

Arthur inched further and further from the secure ground onto the ledge. I worried my head screaming to get Arthur out of here but still wanting him to try to complete his task as I always did. "Eorthe, lyft, fyr, waeter, hiersumie me." 'Cara' chanted in a whisper so quiet I almost didn't catch the words. My head swam with the implications of the spell as the rock groaned under Arthur's feet, parts of it breaking away and tumbling into the darkness below. Arthur continued forward, soon reaching the midlle of the ledge at this realisation a look of hate flashed across 'Cara's' face. The ground shuck causing Arthur to turn and look at her as she chanted loudly. "Eorthe ac stanas hiersumie me. Ic can stanas tobrytan..."

"What are you doing?!" Arthur shouted.

"...hiersumie me." 'Cara' continued. The spell complete the crumbling sound became much louder, Arthur dropped his torch as he spun back towards the wall upon which the flower's grew. Looking down I watched as the flame fell slowly being absorbed by the darkness. Arthur jumped with a grunt as the ledge collapsed, landing against the wall holding tightly to the section he'd managed to grab. Arthur hissed in pain as his body fell downwards pulling at his arms, however he managed to remain holding tightly to the rock despite the sudden fall. "I expected so much more." 'Cara' muttered in disappointment.

I remained floating in space as Arthur tipped his head backwards so he could fix an angry glare upon this woman who'd attempted to kill him. "Who are you?!" He questioned angrily.

The traitor of a woman pulled her hood down slowly before chuckling slightly as she replied in a cold voice. "The last face you'll ever see." Arthur grunted in anger at her words. A low hissing sound issued from above us to the right. "It seems we have a visitor." 'Cara' muttered seemingly pleased at this development as a large spider crawled out of a small opening in the rock.

Its hairy legs pulled it forwards as Arthur as Arthur attempted to pull himself up onto the little ledge he held onto, only managing to shimmy himself to the left in the process. The spider jumped down to the far end of the ledge that Arthur hung from. Arthur reached down, grunting as he managed to draw his sword from his belt. The spider hissed looking down at its intended pray with hungry eyes, Arthur slashed towards it missing the creature entirely. The spider inched forward as Arthur calculated his next strike, its legs twitched out towards Arthur's location revealing it intended to jump onto him. Arthur gasped in quick breaths preparing himself for the strike, the creature pounced and Arthur swung. The blade hit the creature mid-pounce flinging it to the side and down into the darkness below the spider screeched as it fell.

"Very good." 'Cara' praised mockingly as Arthur panted in pain pulling himself back around and grabbing the ledge with both hands again. Arthur's sword clattered onto the ledge as his hand connected with the rock. "But he won't be the last." 'Cara' continued, Arthur looked over towards her once again. She almost seemed like a bird flaunting its plumage as she stood straight, a cold calculating look upon her face. "I'll let his friends finish you off, Arthur Pendragon. It's not your destiny to die at my hand." She concluded as she turned and retreated into the cave taking the only source of light with her.

"Who are you?!" Arthur screamed out as 'Cara' vanished. The absence of light left almost complete darkness, the moon shone from somewhere above providing a little illumination. In my vision Arthur seemed to emit his own glow, but I realised Arthur would have no such comfort. He was as far as he knew all alone in a dark cave hanging onto a wall for his life.

"Arthur. It's too dark. Too dark." I stated, concern lacing my tone between the gasps for air. Pulling in a deep breath I prepared myself for what I was about to do. Using my magic was risky, as if I was using it for Arthur, I needed to focus all of it. That meant stopping my magic from trying to fight the poison but Arthur was worth it, he is a prince. His life will always be worth more than mine. "Fromum feohgiftum on fæder bearme. Fromum feohgiftum." I chanted, knowing I would be holding a small ball of light I trusted that Gaius would protect me as I willed the gift of light to Arthur.

A burning sensation travelled up my right arm, the arm that would now be holding my light. "Merlin." Gaius whispered his voice a tone of shock. "What are you doing?" He asked. The heat of my body rose this spell was a challenging one, not only was a large quantity of magic required for the spell transporting it proved no small feat. Breathing was so challenging now as I focused my energy into the light forcing it to Arthur.

The prince in question scrambled still attempting to get onto the ledge that he now couldn't see. He grunted in effort, sweat dripping down his face. A soft blue glow began to radiate from just below him. Slowly turning it grew into a large ball of light, a streak of white circling around it as it spun upwards gaining Arthur's attention.

"Come on, then!" Arthur shouted as the light passed his head and ascended to the ledge above him. It would show him the fastest and safest route out of here, the pain pulsed across my chest as the light climbed higher. "What are you waiting for?!" Arthur asked. "Finish me off!" He proclaimed, mentally rolling my eyes I focused upon what I wanted the light to do. It floated in front of him, pulsing a calming feeling into the air as it lit up the ledge Arthur hung from.

The light floated around Arthur willing him to climb up, Arthur gritted his teeth panting loudly as he pulled his body up. Using the magic of the light I eased the task for him, allowing the light to linger upon his shoulders sending soothing sensations to them. Finally upon the small ledge Arthur brought himself to his feet, picking his sword up as he did so. Sheathing his blade he turned to press his back to the wall staring up at the light as it moved upwards illuminating the safest path upwards.

Arthur seemed concerned that the route was so steep so was the rest of the wall, he turned glancing up at the Mortaeus flower that he'd come to retrieve. The burning sensation flared in my chest as the numbness claimed my lower arms and legs.

"Leave them, Arthur." I begged, I needed him to be safe. Bringing the light back down and back up the path it had just travelled. A hiss caused Arthur to flick his attention downwards, in the fading light spiders crawled upward. There were so many spiders that they darkened the lighted cave. "Go. Save yourself. Follow the light." I continued to beg breathlessly at Arthur as indecision flashed in his eyes.

Arthur's eyes fixed upon the flowers, I knew there would be no persuading him otherwise as he began the difficult climb to their location. I was tempted to withdraw the light, to threaten him to choose his life over mine but I could not bring myself to do so.

He reached out sideways the flowers hung just outside of his reach, allowing the light to fly just above them I watched as Arthur shifted downwards and across. Reaching up, fingers flicking the leaves of the plant he wished to retrieve. The spiders were getting close now, again using some of the magic from the light I knocked on of the plants to a location he would be able to grab it. His gloved fingers grasped the flower pulling at it, he retrieved his prize. Breathing heavily Arthur steadied himself where he was twisting so his back pressed against the wall he carefully slipped the flower into the small bag upon his belt.

Looking down revealed the spiders were a lot closer than I would have liked them to be, they unlike Arthur could climb the slippery wall with ease. They didn't have to worry over foot or hand holes. Arthur registered the danger and instantly turned attempting to pull himself up. His grip slipped and he fell a few inches to his secure foot hole, glancing back down at the fast approaching enemies Arthur took his right glove, placed the tip of a finger between his teeth and biting down pulled the material from his hand. Dropping the garment he repeated the process with his other hand before gripping onto the stone once more.

His hands provided much better grip than his gloves had. I was pleased as he finally began to move again. My vision began to black out slightly as the pain increased. "Faster." I begged, the pain was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I wouldn't be able to hold the light for too much longer, I begged myself to fight until Arthur was safe. "Go faster. Follow the light!" I shouted wishing Arthur could hear my pleas.

Arthur pulled himself up the cave with relative ease, the approaching spiders causing him to move as quickly as his body would allow. The exit where the moon shone was tantalisingly close now. "Move. Climb." I begged as he stopped momentarily to glance down, he didn't need to worry about them. The exit it was so close, the pain was so great, I felt the light dimming slightly as the darkness began to swallow me again.

The prince climbed flashing glances below him at increasing tempo as the spiders narrowed the distance between them and Arthur. The exit, the light was at the exit. Arthur paused looking at the hole in slight confusion before seeming to remember the creatures chasing him and continuing the climb. The light exited the cave hovering above the opening of the hole, I held the light there knowing if I released the spell I'd likely fall unconscious once more and needing to check Arthur's safety I held it tightly to the outside wall.

Arthur paused looking down again, the spiders seemed to be slowing down slightly but were still persistent in their pursuit. A few movements later and Arthur pulled himself out of the cave, his feet on solid ground he turned quickly drawing his sword as he did so. He stood there a moment sword ready, then deciding he wouldn't await the spiders ambush he ran to his left. Nodding to myself, content that Arthur was safe from the danger of the cave I allowed the light to diminish. The pain receded but the darkness welcomed me into its embrace once more.

The first thing I became aware of once consciousness entered my mind was the stabbing pain in my chest. It felt as though my heart was on fire. The air was so thick I could barely suck in small gasps. Focusing I pushed my awareness out needing to know if Arthur had returned safely. His comforting presence wrapped around me however I hadn't the strength to try to see what was happening. It was enough to feel Arthur's presence, it seemed to be radiating irritation and I briefly wondered what about.

"You disobeyed me." Uther voice scolded close by.

"Of course I did, a man's life was at stake." Arthur countered his voice echoing in a way that only the cells achieved. "Do not let Merlin die because of something I did." Arthur asked of his father.

"Why do you care so much? The boy is just a servant." Uther questioned confusion lacing every word.

"He knew the danger he was putting himself in, and he knew what would happen if he drank from that goblet, but he did it anyway. He saved my life." Arthur retorted in an irritated tone. "There's more." Arthur continued his voice softening. "There was a woman at the mountain. She knew I was there for the flower. I don't think it was Bayard who tried to poison me." He revealed.

Uther scoffed. "Of course it was." He stated coldly.

Silence echoed around the cells, shuffling moved the comfort away from me shifting myself I returned to Arthur's side. "Gaius knows what to do with it. Put me in the stocks for a week, a month even, I don't care. Just make sure it gets to him. I'm begging you." Arthur pleaded his voice soft and caring. He shifted again, I managed to move with him this time. "NO!" Arthur suddenly shouted lunging in a direction suddenly, fear and horror emitted from his every fibre.

Arthur panted loudly clearly very shocked at whatever had occurred. "You have to learn there's a right and a wrong way of doing things." Uther scolded. "I'll see you're let out in a week." He stated, Arthur hyperventilated if I didn't know him better I would have thought he was on the edge of tears. "Then you can find yourself another servant." Uther concluded his voice further away. Arthur continued to breathe heavily as the gate of the cell rattled closed.

The heat was so uncomfortable, I could feel the warm sweat dripping down my face and back. "He hasn't got much longer. Has Arthur got the flower?" Gaius asked pulling my awareness back to him.

"I don't know. Uther won't allow anyone to see him." Gwen answered a tone of distaste, I let a whimper of pain leave my lips. "Is there nothing we can do to help?" Gwen questioned in a pleading tone.

"Only the leaf of the Mortaeus flower can save him." Gaius answered in his physician voice, likely he'd switched to professional mode to prevent himself worrying to greatly, however the façade was cracking with each whimper that escaped my lips.

"And we have to find out if Arthur has it." Gwen continued for Gaius. "I could sneak into the dungeon." She stated confidence and concern in every word.

"That would be very dangerous." Gaius stated in disbelief.

"I've got to. Merlin will die if I don't." Gwen countered simply the pleading tone returning.

I gasped heavily struggling to grab the air I desperately needed whimpering slightly as I did so. It hurt to try to breath but the pain of lack of air was far greater. "Be careful." Gaius said quietly.

I felt my mind following Gwen, she shuffled through the castle, without my vision I couldn't tell exactly where she was but it didn't matter. "Food for the prisoner." She stated likely to one of the guards at the entrance to the cells.

Keys jangled and the door rumbled open, I felt Arthur's presence in the cell he seemed quite far away but I didn't know if that was just how it felt or reality. "Set it down over there." Arthur ordered, his prattish attitude returning. "Thank you." Arthur stated as he shifted the comforting presence that he gave of brushing right by me. Armour clinked as a guard moved. "Wait a minute." Arthur ordered. "I couldn't possibly eat this, it's disgusting." Arthur's presence retreated to the location it had been when we entered. "The state it's in, I'm not sure it's fit for anyone." Arthur concluded in a distasteful tone. The door creaked closed behind us as we travelled again.

"You. Wait!" A voice called as footsteps closed in. "Waste not, want not, eh? We're not all as precious as our Royal Highness." The voice stated laughing slightly.

We were moving again as a soft voice stated from below us. "Food for Prince Arthur."

"Stay where you are!" The guard from earlier ordered, a clattering alerted me to a dropped plate and the sound on the stones informed me Gwen was running, I hoped she would make it the pain, numbness and heat were all reaching new heights.

"How is he?" Gwen's voice echoed around me, the sound was beginning to dim. I could feel my body beginning to give into the poison my magic had extended my life this far but even that was struggling to hold my weakening heartbeat.

"Have you got the Mortaeus?" Gaius questioned in a worried tone.

"Here." Gwen stated her voice closer than before.

"His breathing's much worse. We have to hurry." Gaius revealed his feet hurrying away from me.

The crushing sound of a mortar and pestle grinding whispered towards me from the distance, suddenly the noise stopped. "Why have you stopped?" Gwen questioned, her voice sounding from right next to me.

"The poison was created using magic. We may need magic to make an antidote." Gaius replied his voice that of the professional.

"But we can't. It's forbidden. Even if we could." Gwen countered in a worried tone.

"I'll try and make it work without it." Gaius stated as the tinkling of metal returned. "Oh, I need some fresh water." Gaius said, I felt Gwen move her footsteps vanishing from the range I could hear. "Sythan..." Gaius began chanting. He paused for a moment likely gathering himself. "Sythan arrest wearth feasceaft funden. Denum æfter dome. Dreamleas gebad he gewinnes longsum." Gaius completed, a slight hissing noise fluttered in my ears then hurried footsteps. "Thank you." Gaius stated. "Hold his nose." He continued, a pressure locked my nose together as a cold pressure pressed against my lips. "Swallow, Merlin." Liquid flowed into my mouth, I tried to obey Gaius' instructions but the liquid was cutting off my already limited air, making it harder to follow the directions. "Swallow it." Gaius demanded.

The liquid slid down my throat as my magic finally faded the darkness became all consuming. Buzzing resonated around my ears. Suddenly I found myself surrounded by the great hall, a single throne in place and a figure standing between me and it.

"Merlin?" The figure questioned as he became more and more in focus, the golden hair and blue eyed stare of Arthur stood before me. He was wearing his chainmail as normal his read cloak surrounding him, the symbol of Camelot bared proudly upon it. My breath hitched as I realised he wore his crown upon his head, again I was swept away by how amazing he looked with it upon his head.

"A, Arthur?" I questioned my voice low and cracking slightly. Blushing slightly I glanced down my eyes widening in horror as I took in the clothes I appeared to be wearing. A red dress bellowed out around me, intricate gold threading running around it. The sleeves were long and stuck to my arms, the bodice was tightened tightly pushing up the assets I normally kept hidden. I noticed my hair resting around me, long flowing in the slight curls that it always attempted to adopt.

"What are you doing?" Arthur questioned his voice stern causing me to snap my head back up to lock my eyes with him.

Confusion swam before me at his statement. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"You're not meant to be here!" Arthur answered simply moving towards me, his cloak bellowing out behind him.

Blushing furiously at the idea of Arthur approaching me when I looked like this. "Where am I meant to be?" I queried in confusion.

Pointing behind me Arthur ordered. "Go back, Merlin."

"Back?" I stated.

"Get back to where you belong." Arthur continued ignoring my statement, his eyes locking with mine gesturing wildly around us. "Can't you hear them?" He questioned.

"Who?" I asked as I strained my ears to hear whatever had Arthur acting so strangely.

"He's stopped breathing. What's happening?" A female voice questioned in a very concerned tone. "Gaius?" The woman sounded moments from tears.

The confusion bubbled again looking at Arthur I asked. "Who's that?" Arthur turned away from me a sad look upon his face. "Arthur?" I called he didn't stop, he continued to walk away.

"His heart has stopped." A male voice answered the woman the voice echoing around me.

The great hall was fading away darkness consuming it, Arthur continued forward towards the growing darkness. "He's dead?" The woman stated in disbelief.

"Who's dead?" I asked, hoping the voices would know what was going on in the ever increasing darkness. "What's going on?" I shouted.

"He can't be." The male voice whispered cracking slightly. "He can't be. It was his destiny." The voice denied.

The darkness was inches from me, my attire changing to a loose blue top and brown trousers. "What's happening to me?" I yelled, wishing someone would answer. "Arthur, where are you?" I called, he was long lost to the darkness but I hung to the hope he'd hear me and come rushing to my aid. "Arthur!" I screamed.

"It's my fault. If I'd have got here sooner. If I'd have been quicker." The woman's voice that I recognised as Gwen sounded nearby as feeling rushed back to me, dragging in a deep breath I felt my fingers twitch. Relief washed over me at the realisation the pain, numbness and burning were all gone. My body felt as though it had been beaten several times by Arthur and trampled by horses but I was back. I almost cried in relief.

"No, no. It was me. I should've looked after him better." Gaius stated, flicking my eyes open I blinked several times as my vision focused upon the two of them. Gwen was tucked in Gaius' arms in a caring embrace, her face resting on his chest Gaius' resting atop it. "It's my fault." Gaius concluded sighing slightly, moisture gathering in his eyes.

Deciding I would alert them to my awareness I internally chucked before scolding. "That's disgusting." The pair of them looked at me in surprise tearing away from each other. "You should be ashamed of yourself." I continued pushing myself up from the bed underneath me. "You're old enough to be her grandfather." I concluded laughing internally slightly at the look of surprise upon their faces.

"Merlin." Gaius stated his voice breaking slightly as Gwen let out a short laugh. "You're alive."

Unable to resist teasing them I shrugged slightly replying. "No. I'm the ghost come back to haunt you."

Gwen rushed forward her lips connecting with mine. My mind rushed to try sorting through what was happening, just as quickly as she arrived she tore away. Her hands covering her lips in shock over what she'd just done, I glanced her up and down as confusion clouded my brain. "Sorry, I'm just...I thought you were dead." She apologised her voice breaking.

"It's fine." I replied, though not entirely sure what I should do about the fact that a woman just kissed me.

It wasn't my first kiss however, that had been an accident when both Will and I had been collecting firewood back in Ealdor and I'd tripped over some stupid stump. Will ahead of me looked up at the curse I let slip and our lips connected. He apologised of course, he apologised for days especially after my mother revealed he'd stolen my first kiss.

Mentally shaking myself back to the present I looked at the concern in Gwen's face. "It's more than fine." I assured as Gwen stood up next to Gaius. Actually shaking my head I fixed my gaze upon Gaius. "...erm...what happened?" I asked, Gwen and Gaius exchanged a look. "The last thing I remember is drinking the wine." I revealed looking back and forth between them.

Over the next hour Gwen informed me of all that she knew that had happened since I drank from the goblet at the peace feast. Images swam before my head as she told me certain things, I wondered what they meant but I would consider them later. Gaius informed us he needed to prevent a war before exiting the chambers, encouraging me to get some rest and wash up. Looking down at my sweat covered clothing I'd readily agreed to the use of a bath, Gwen helped me prepare it then quickly excused herself stating she should go check on her mistress Morgana.

The night rolled in quickly, Gaius had returned sometime during my bath. I'd slipped on some loose clothing, not bothering with the bindings. Throwing a blanket around myself I sat at the table for our evening meal. Gaius had finished his before me as I could only eat slowly, taking a hesitant sip from a goblet I felt relief wash over me.

Before I could question the relief to greatly a voice shattered the silence that surrounded me. "Still alive, then?" Arthur questioned, pulling my blanket tighter around me and hunching forward slightly more I looked back at the prince who was slowly pacing towards me.

Looking down briefly I felt a slight rush of blood to my cheeks. "Oh. Yeah, just about." I replied smiling slightly at the prince. My heart raced as his left hand connected with the back of my chair a soft smile upon his lips. "I understand I have you to thank for that." I stated stuttering slightly at our proximity.

Arthur brushed the thanks aside. "Yeah, well, it was nothing." He stated looking away and into the distance, I flicked a glance at his hand that rested so close to me. "A half decent servant is hard to come by." Arthur continued his eyes locking with mine again a smirk on his face. Feeling the blush rushing to my face I looked away with a slight scoff. "I was only dropping by to make sure you're alright." Arthur stated, looking back at him I watched him push of my chair and begin walking back towards the door. "I expect you to be back to work tomorrow." Arthur concluded sending me a warning glare.

"Oh yeah, yeah of course, er, bright and early." I stated watching him retreat. Looking back at the table briefly I realised this may be my only opportunity, my head snapping back to look at him I called out. "Arthur." The prince stopped turning to lock eyes with me, a serious look upon my face I gulped slightly before simply stating. "Thank you."

Arthur's lips opened then closed as he considered what to say. "You too." He replied, all joking pushed aside. I smiled at him slightly as he ran a glance over me. "Get some rest." He ordered in a caring tone before turning once more and exiting the chambers.

"Arthur may give you a hard time, but at heart he's a man of honour." Gaius stated walking towards me with more soup. He'd told me earlier that I needed to eat as much as I could to regain my strength. "There aren't many who'd have risk what he did for a servant." He concluded placing the bowl in front of me as he sat down.

"It all would've been for nothing if you didn't know how to make the antidote." I contradicted, Gwen had mentioned something about Gaius being unsure if magic was required for the antidote but quickly brushed it aside with a sigh that revealed she was just glad it worked.

Nodding at the table Gaius ordered. "Eat your dinner."

"I still don't understand why she went to all the trouble of framing Bayard. She could've just kept quiet and killed Arthur." I revealed this was one thing I'd had issues with as Gaius had revealed that the woman I knew called 'Cara' was the mastermind behind this plan.

"But destroying Arthur and Camelot wasn't all she was after. She knew you would be forced to drink that wine." "It was you she wanted to kill." Gaius answered in a serious tone nodding towards me slightly. "Seems someone else knows you're destined for great things, Merlin." He added, I felt eyes other than Gaius' looking at me glaring in the direction I could feel it coming from I felt the eyes shift uncomfortably and look away.

"Now what are you going to do about Gwen?" Gaius asked in a slightly joking tone.

I groaned slightly as I flushed thinking of the kiss she'd given me. Banging my head lightly against the table I hid in my arms. "I don't even know where to start." I moaned.

Gaius laughed "Maybe you should just talk to her." He suggested.

"And say what?" I quizzed bolting up from my position on the table. "I can't tell her I'm a woman." I added.

"That's not what I was suggesting." Gaius countered. "Just let her down gently." He stated a grin plastered on his face at my look of confusion and surprise.

"I will." I stated.

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Thanks to everyone who has followed this story or added it as a favourite I'm glad you are enjoying it so far. Again apologies for how long it has taken me to update, I won't lie I've been playing games. But I really wanted to complete this chapter before returning to them and I'm so happy. Am I allowed to fangirl over my own work? Because I did, especially certain moments. Anyway this is my favourite episode of Merlin I hope you like my take on it.

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red2013: Thank you, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well.

prety: These are the questions I'm asking myself currently. I have a very genera idea in my head of when Arthur might work it out that Merlin is female but I'm debating with myself over it. As for if Arthur will like her, hahaha you shall have to wait and see.

DemonicAngel: I'm sorry, I tried to update sooner. I had no idea Dragon Age: Inquisition would consume me as much as it did. I can only apologise.