Here you go. I'm not to sure if I like this chapter, its basically a lot of filler, and some of the plot explained. Next chapter wont have Merlin in it, so you've got that to look forward to, pray I can write those characters.

Merlin awoke again, much later the next day. He had to gain a sense of his surroundings. He was in the woods, so not the castle. That was a good sign. He scratched his head, and was very aware the cuffs were still on him. He sighed, he still felt off balance. Then he noticed The Druids, and prayed that his memory of Mordred was just that, his luck ran out. He didn't not trust the Druids, he just didn't trust Mordred.

"It's good to see that you're awake, Emrys," the eldest Druid on the trip said.

Merlin shook his head, "I'm Merlin, just Merlin." The name Emrys had always unsettled him.

The oldest Druid smiled, and nodded, "Alright, Merlin, I'm Elisedd." He looked at the cuffs, "Ah, I bet you want those off."

"Yes, please." Merlin practically begged.

"Alright, Cathasach," he motioned to one of the Druids that remind Merlin a lot like Gwen. "Will help, he's also been looking after your wounds." Merlin had forgotten about those, they were painful when they happened, but the magic being gone, it left him so empty that his thoughts went to how he was always aware he was incomplete.

Merlin held his wrists out, and as soon as they were off and they hit the forest floor, Merlin felt his magic flood. It was outpouring from his heart, and into every bit of him, from his head down to his toes, out to each and every finger.

He felt better, and he almost passed out with the sudden rush of power. But he stayed, however he did have an accident where some magical things happened around the small campsite. The flames of the fire looked like Arthur on his horse; the trees blossomed, as did every plant around them even though it was the wrong time of year. It became like a perfect spring day.

"Incredible," the light haired Druid of the group said.

Merlin looked around, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Elisedd shook his head, "Do not be sorry for your gift, Merlin. Brennus was right, that was incredible. I take it you are feeling much better."

Mordred had been silent during the whole exchange. He just watched, he was still a man, more like kid of few words. Merlin nodded. "How did you know what was going on."

Merlin had heard Mordred's voice plenty of times in his head, but he had never heard it actually come from his mouth. It shocked the warlock a bit. "Morganna came to our camp late at night and spoke of what happened."

Merlin looked at him, his eyes narrowed slightly. He did not trust Mordred, through no fault of his own. It was that stupid Dragon. Well the dragon wasn't here. "Thank you."

Mordred was looking at Merlin in awe. He had never realized the true power of Emrys til now. He only heard the stories. They were what were told to him since he was swaddled. He never imagined to see the full strength of Emrys' power, and what he saw was only the tip of the iceberg. Mordred knew he had power, but his could only half be what Merlin's was and Merlin's current act was only accidental.

Merlin looked around, "You wouldn't happen to have a shirt, would you?" he asked.

"Not with us, if you are ready we can ride to camp, we should be there by night fall, you have clothes waiting for you there," Elisedd informed.

Merlin nodded, "Morganna." The Druid nodded with a faint smile.

"Brennus, Cathasach please get the horses, Mordred and I will pack up. I take it you want to leave."

Merlin nodded, but he had a question or too. "I thought Druid's didn't have horses."

Elisedd nodded, "Normally not, but we do when times call for it we have a resource or two."

Merlin nodded. "Am I really worth it though?" Elisedd didn't respond.

Mordred looked like he was going to fall over with all the things he was carrying which wasn't much. Merlin went to help him, and even though he could now feel the pain of his injuries tenfold, he still felt like he could help. Of course, you have been talked about since the beginning of time. We look forward to the day you fulfill your destiny, Emrys. Merlin looked at Mordred, and wondered if the boy actually meant what he was saying. He was just a boy though, not yet molded by the horrors of the world. Merlin looked at him, his haunting eyes looking back.

They were off rather quickly and the rode fast. It was hard for Merlin to go at such a fast pace. He was in a lot of pain, he almost wished the cuffs were back on so he could go back to that fuzzy state of awareness, but he never wanted to be in those again. They had slowed when they came to a stream, and Merlin actually had time to look at his wrists.

They looked as if they had been rubbed raw from where the cuffs had been. But he looked closer, his skin had cracks in it, and it looked burned. He swallowed hard, that did not rest well with his stomach.

As the druids said they had made it to their home by nightfall. Merlin felt a little uneasy being there. He knew why they were watching him, and it was almost worst than when he was in the cage. They all dismounted their horses, when they did Elisedd greeted a women with a hug, "Mildred this is Merlin," he turned to Merlin, "Mildred is our healer; she also has clothes for you."

Merlin nodded, he gave a smile to Mildred, and then Mildred went and scolded Elisedd, "I cannot believe you didn't bring a shirt with you. Idiot."

Merlin tried not to laugh; he felt that would be rude. "Well come on then, your wounds won't heal themselves." Merlin liked her. She was livelier than the Druid's he traveled with. He followed her to her tent. "Now I need you to tell me what hurts, and be honest." She put her hands on her hips, "Because if you try to hide any of your ailments, so help me."

Merlin gulped down his laughter, and began explaining what hurt, the best he could. He figured she could see what was ailing him on his upper body, including his shoulder that had gone numb. She began working on him, she was efficient, and Merlin figured Gaius would like her.

Merlin was done, and given one of his own shirts, and a neckerchief. He thanked Morgana in his mind; he would have to do it in person later. He was wondering though when he would get to see his friends again. He figured though hiding was his best option. He wasn't welcomed in Camelot, because of Uther, and he was an escaped, slave, he hated thinking of that word, with Cenred.

Merlin sighed; Mildred had offered him space in her tent while he healed. He had to come to terms with the fact it would be a while before he saw his friends again.