"Merlin, wake up darling," someone hissed in the warlock's ear. "C'mon, love, I have a present for you."

Who just called me 'love'? Arthur? Her heart fluttered at that notion, but then she remembered the night before and anger filled her.

"Love, I can see you are angry. Please don't be, your smile is far prettier," said a man. That voice…the man from the night before. Merlin struggled with her eyelids, forcing them to open.

The room was familiar, but was not associated with pleasant memories. It was Morgana's hovel. Green eyes, had magic, wore a smirk….shit, this guy was Morgana. Two questions were on Merlin's mind:

How did she become a guy?

And, holy shit, why'd she (he?) call me 'love?'

Merlin saw how close Morgana was to her face and tried to back away, but something was restraining her arms. Looking down, Merlin saw they were chains with words of the Old Religion on them.Magic restrains.

And she knows I have magic, too. Great, thought Merlin bitterly.

"You're awake," male-Morgana smirked. "Now, love, you're going to help me take the throne of Camelot."

Merlin's eyes rolled. "Haven't you tried that? Remember the Fomorroh? It didn't work. Arthur's still alive."

"Ah," said Morgana, "That is where you come in."

Merlin rolled her eyes again. "You know I won't help you."

Morgana only smirked. "Here's your gift; Berbay odarthay arisen yeldo wyrm galeteag!"

Arthur stood in the middle of the dark forest, waiting. A twig snapped and he turned. Just a rabbit. He sighed. This never would have happened if he hadn't….hit Merlin. Just thinking about it made bile rise in his throat. The image of her pained, then horrified face would be ingrained in his mind as long as he lived.

"Come, love," said a male voice approaching, with many girlish giggles in the back round, "It's never good to keep royalty waiting."

Arthur turned, but wished he hadn't.

"Arthur! How nice to see you!" said a smiling Merlin. Yet, it wasn't. This Merlin had on strange garments that showed off large parts of her breasts and legs. Her hair was braided and had pink flowers in it, and her face smudged with an assortment of make-up. The smile on her face was not her typical one. This was not Merlin.

"M-merlin," said Arthur hoarsely. She beamed at him, like he had done something that pleased her.

"Now, love, what were you going to do when you saw the king?" asked the man as if speaking to a very small child.

Merlin put on a thinking face, then her eyes lit up. "I was suppose to-"

"Darling, he's right here. I think you better just do it," the man drawled.

"Okay!" Merlin said brightly. "Astrice ace wele kija mesva, Arthur Pendragon!"

Arthur saw her eyes flash gold as he fell. One thought was on his mind:

What the hell happened to Merlin?

Okay, this chapter probably wasn't the best, but whateves. And the spells are half of ones used in the show and half me just typing random letters in. I'm just gonna smile now. :D