Hey, another chapter! This story has sort of taken a life of its own,it was ment to be shorter, and only about Merlin's and arthur's relationship, its sort of grown.

anyway thanks again for the reviews, on with the chap.

Gaius was worried to say the least. Merlin had slipped into a sleep a while ago from the medicine he had given him, but the solution should have also calmed his charged fever, but as the physician pressed his hand against Merlin's brow he felt a searing heat. He had thought that if Merlin got some rest his body would start to heal, however as he slept Merlin's health had taken a surprising turn for the worse. He was shaking in his sleep, his fever raged and every so often, he gave a weak cough. Gaius was monitoring him carefully, trying to quell his growing unease. He was cooking a broth for when Merlin woke, lord knew the boy needed some food, when a cry came from the bed.

"No, Arthur! I didn't, No! Help!Merlin sobbed, thrashing in the bed, sending the blankets to the floor.

This was impossible! His sleep remedies had never failed before! Then why was Merlin suffering now? Gaius tried to wake him from the drug-induced sleep that he had hoped would give him respite, but soon realised he could not. Merlin was trapped in the land of tormented dreams.

Suddenly Merlin became as still as the dead, from screaming to silent.

Gaius quickly took his ward's pulse to make sure he was still living, finding a weak beat; he breathed a sigh of relief that was cut short.

Merlin's eyes were open and they were glowing a smouldering gold.

(With Arthur)

Well his father wasn't lying that was for sure. All the victims' flesh had been burned clean off but their bones were left untouched by the flames, as were the rest of their homes. Fire victims without the fire.

Arthur was torn; he wanted to return to Merlin to make sure his friend…No! his servant dammit, was ok. Nevertheless, it was his duty to make sure that whatever or whoever had killed these people was caught.

"Prince Arthur, Sire we found something", Sir Cain said, beckoning him towards another room of one of the victim's cottage. When he saw what the knight had been referring to, he gasped,

"We must find who did this," he ordered

His thoughts no longer on Merlin, he swept from the cottage pondering the word surrounded in runes, burnt into the wall, this was magic for sure, but what did in mean?

That word gave him a feeling of unexplained dread, just the word:

Emrys

Well that is daunting.

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