A/N: I know it's short and it took me a very long time to write, but I kept changing the plot. And also thank you for the review, ohmygoshmerlinstolemygameboy (p.s your story kinda inspired my one, so thanks!) :D
My head felt like it was splitting in two. I opened my eyes slightly. I was in a spacious room filled with books and books and books. There was a large table in the middle of the room where a man with long white hair sat working. Merlin sat opposite flicking though a large leather bound volume. He paused scanning a page before slamming the book in anger. The man opposite looked up and although from this angle I could only see the back of his head I could tell that he looked concerned.
"Nothing. Again." Merlin muttered.
"You haven't even brushed upon the surface of what there is in the library, we just have to keep going Merlin" The man said.
"It's happened four times now, She doesn't ever remember"
Merlin looked at me and noticed that My eyes were open and watching him.
"Your awake!" he said then came over to my bed and sat down next to me. "how are you feeling, tired? Hurt? Dizzy?" he felt my forehead "your not hot, so that's good"
"um…. Confused" we both spoke at the same time, but he sounded incredibly disappointed.
" has this happened before?" I asked, at this his face broke into a wide smile.
The old man came over and started to explain.
"well yes actually, thrice now. You have been staying her with me and Merlin for four years now, but every 6 or 7 months you faint and forget everything. We have all been working hard to find the cure, but no luck. However, if you are feeling some repetition in the events, you may get better eventually by yourself."
Wait, what?
" I've been here for four years?" I asked, "but what about my mother? My village? Do they know?"
They both looked at me, did I say something wrong?
"you remember before?" Merlin asked excitedly, "up till when?" I thought for a second.
"the day I first met you, with the horse" I whispered.
Merlin beamed at me, even the other man smiled in relief.
"so you know who I am?" Merlin asked.
"well… it depends, um…. I mean I know your Merlin." at this he beamed again. I felt for a second that nothing would be better than that smile, a memory niggled in my head but refused to surface.
" I know that you are Prince Arthur's man servant." four years, I thought, would he know? How much does he know? About my powers? About my vision? Would anything have happened, relationship wise? I looked at my hand, a simple gold ring was on my finger, a matching one on his.
Oh god.