Prince Merlin's servant William was in a state of mild panic. Ever since he started working for the prince nightmares had occurred, sometimes terrible sometimes minor. There had been very few over the last few months. Most often he simply let the prince be and he recovered fine but tonight he didn't know what to make of it. Merlin tossed and turned, tangling himself in his blankets, breath coming in shaky inconsistent gasps. He had even murmured some form of gibberish. At first the servant had suspected fever but the prince did not feel warm but no matter what the man did he could not wake the man.

Feeling there was no alternative the servant hurried down to Arthur's chambers, he hadn't done so for years but he felt as if he had no choice. The prince was unusually still awake, reading at his desk, the servant was thankful for that.

"Sire, I need help, it's your brother" He begged

"What's he done this time?" Arthur sighed, putting down the book.

"He is tossing and turning in bed, I thought he was having a bad nightmare but I can't wake him" The servant explained, head bowed, "No matter how hard I try"

Arthur was on his feet and out the door in a matter of seconds. William ran off in pursuit.

...

Merlin was in a fog, one he couldn't escape. He saw himself standing with Morgana, the conversation they had had that very day echoing through his brain. Only this time he stood forward and hugged her. He watched as from out of nowhere, Morgana drew an ornate dagger, ready to plunge it into his back.

Then the pale moon appeared and the scene changed, Morgana was walking through the castle, same dagger in hand. Flames swirled through his head, adding to the thick fog. He heard an inhuman roar and Morgana's scream and then once again the scene changed.

A dark forest with two shady figures talking, the rattle of chains. Hissing of armored beasts and even more flames, pain and roars. The flames then stopped in time, fading into pale crystals, they were everywhere. Growing, encasing him in them, he couldn't get away and the crystals burned like the fire they had spawned from. In the crystals dances a thousand images at once, accompanied by a thousand different sounds, all bombarding him at once. Warrior skeletons, a flying dragon, fire, a dagger, Morgana laughing, screams, Arthur yelling, Uther's shocked face.

I warned you!

The witch must die!

It's the only way!

You must fight Emrys!

Emrys!

Merlin!

"Merlin wake up!"

...

Though Arthur knew Merlin occasionally suffered from nightmares over the last year they had been no where near like this. Merlin thrashed and moaned, only one hand was free of the sheets tight bind and it clawed at this air making it hard to get close enough to check him.

"Merlin snap out of it!" Arthur ordered, worry slipping through his words, Merlin tossed his head eyes opening ever so slightly, revealing blazing golden irises rolling up in his head.

"William, please let me handle this, go home!" Arthur yelled hurriedly, covering the magical whisperings of his brother. He hated how he did that in his sleep! Thankfully the servant did as he was told.

"Merlin, wake up!" Arthur yelled shaking his shoulder, Merlin's eyes opened fully, still blazing bright gold with magic as he sat up with a strangled yell Arthur usually associated with tortured men. The elder prince jumped when every vase in the room smashed from the inside out and all the candle blazed into life. Merlin's eyes faded back to frightened blue as he sat, gulping in air as if he had been drowning.

"What the heck was that?" Arthur yelled, making Merlin flinch.

"I-I don't know" Merlin stammered, "I didn't think I had seer powers I, I mean if that what that was I can't...the images are fading..."

...

"Morgana is making a remarkable recovery My Lord" Gaius reported as Uther readied himself for the day.

"Was always like that as a child, she inherited much from her father" Uther replied thoughtfully

"Gorlois was a great man" Gaius smiled. Uther felt his spirit darken a little out of jealousy.

"Indeed" He agreed, "I trust she will be able to attend the feast tonight?"

"I don't see any reason why not" Gaius shrugged

"Thankyou Gaius, that is all"

...

The feast was fantastic, the celebrations would go well on into the night, Uther could tell. It was all the brighter for Morgana being there. He stood, trying to quiet the room.

"Standing here, seeing so many happy faces, seems almost like a dream" Uther began, blinking back tears, "I can tell you I have not felt like this in a long time"

"What, drunk?" Both Merlin and Arthur countered, Uther playfully batted them away.

"Drunk with happiness!" He laughed, "I would of search the entire world, the seas, the skies, the stars, just for that smile. To have Morgana stolen from me was like a blade to my heart. There are no words, you mean more to me than you will ever know! To the Lady Morgana!"

He embraced her as he toast went on, he had not felt so moved while giving a speech since Merlin own return over three years ago. He stumbled backwards slightly, perhaps he had drunk a little too much.

"I need some air" He excused himself and went out into the cool courtyard. He was enjoying this night so much he wished it would never end. A dripping sound filled the air he wandered through the empty area, eventually leaning on the well, chuckling at the fact that he was so drunk he couldn't figure out the dripping was from the wet ropes. He turned to leave when a piercing scream filled his ears.

He looked down to see a pale hand grasping his wrist, he yelled in fright trying to pry it off. He looked down at the dirty, pale face of Ygraine, his wife! She was in the well!

"Please..." She whispered, "Please!"

He screamed in fright pulling the ghastly hand off him. The ghost of his wife was burned into his mind, he closed his eyes, curling up on the ground where he fell trying to get the image of the ghoul out of his head. For some reason he couldn't stop the screams from bursting through his throat. He was vaguely aware that people were talking to him and that Gaius was giving him something to drink, he downed the potion without hesitation.

He faded in and out of consciousness over the next few minutes, his sons had his arms over their shoulders, carrying him to his room and placing him on the bed. He could hear Morgana's worried words, muffled by whatever potion Gaius had given him and then there was nothing.

Just like in 'Fathers Guilt' I am trying to stick to Merlin, Arthur, Uther and occasionally Gaius point of view through this story unless its absolutely necessary as I want it told from their point of view. I assume if you are reading this you have seen the show so everything that happens with Morgana and Morgause still happens, I just wanted to focus the story more on the brother and their father so I can focus on their emotional reactions.