A/N: I'm sorry this took so freaking long to upload and I don't even know if you'll get the update that this chapter has been edited, but I really hope so! Unfortunately I am going to China for 10 days, so you're going to be going at least two weeks without another update :S sorrysorrysorrysorry! Remember to review!

Merlin has magic. He had magic all along and he had never told her! She trusted him! She loved him! She told him of her worries, her fears, her loneliness, and he hadn't told her about his magic. He knew that she felt alone, isolated, because no one understood her. He could have helped her. He could have proved to her that everything would be fine because he was the same.

Morgana stared into the fire, thoughts running through her mind; the first barely formed before the next took it's place. She was torn. She didn't know whether to feel anger, or hurt, or relief.

"Lady Morgana."

"What do you want Helios?"

"I want an explanation. I want to know why your magic failed you. Why we ran from a servant boy. I want to know why you couldn't hold up your end of the deal."

Morgana whipped around, standing. She did not need size to be intimidating.

"I will not take an interrogation from you. We did not run from a serving boy. We ran from a sorcerer; a sorcerer powerful enough to steal my magic from me. Do you think that with a power like that, you would've survived? I saved all of your lives. You are in my debt and do not forget it," she smiled mercilessly "or when I get my power back, you'll find yourself in a rather uncomfortable situation." She let that thought linger for a moment, relishing the look of shock and anticipation on the war lord's face. "Now, send your men back to wherever you keep them but tell them that they are not to rest. They are to be prepared, for I could call them at any time, and I expect them to be ready. I am going to find the druids."

Merlin had been in bed for three days now. Arthur regularly visited him, coming to ask more questions which he readily answered. It was amazing how well Arthur was taking the news. He didn't question it, or try to convince himself that Merlin was evil; he took it all in stride. It was bizarre though, how eager he seemed to learn about magic. After being told for all his life that magic was evil, not to be trusted, Merlin had expected some more resistance to the idea of a pure, peaceful way of using it.

Merlin sat up. He needed to move. He felt sick from doing nothing, and he hated being useless. Even using his magic made him feel queasy and weak. Sighing, he swung his legs over one side of the bed and slowly got up. His stomach twitched painfully. It felt like someone was reopening the barely closed wound. He gasped, but pulled himself upright. It took a few seconds for the lightheadedness to clear, but it was all worth it. Merlin slowly, heavily, walked through his door and into the physicians chambers. Gaius was not home – most likely delivering some sort of medication - and Merlin was grateful for it. He sat at one of the various book covered tables, and breathed deeply. His head was spinning. He breathed deeper, but it wasn't helping. He felt as if he was going to be sick, and a stabbing pain flashed behind his eyes as an image came to him.

"Morgana." he whispered. She was riding. It was just her and Helios. There was no army. Where were they going? Why was this place familiar? Fire. So much fire... and screaming. Children and women and men screamed in pain and panic. We will tell you nothing, traitor. The druids. The ever loyal and faithful. They were dying. They were being murdered because of him. No. No. NO!

"Merlin?" a hand on his back pulled him from the vision, gasping for air.

"Gwen?"

"Merlin, are you okay? I walked in and you were having some sort of attack, I-"

"Morgana. She.. she's attacking. I have to help them." Merlin panicked, trying to get up before Gwen pushed him back down on the bench.

"Merlin, calm down. It was only your imagination. You probably fell asleep at the bench, it was just a nightmare. Calm down." She moved to Gaius' bench that doubled as the table, and poured Merlin some water. "Who was she attacking Merlin?"

He turned slightly, to face her. And took the water gratefully when she gave it to him, before sitting down beside the panicked manservant. "The druids." he said breathlessly, "They wouldn't give her the information she wanted. They wouldn't tell her anything about me."

"Shh Merlin, calm down."

"This is all my fault Gwen. I could have stopped this. I must stop this."

"Merlin, it was a dream."

"No it wasn't. It was a vision."

"A vision?"

"My magic comes to me in many ways. Sometimes it -"

"Merlin what are you saying, your magic?"

"Arthur didn't tell you?"

"No, I didn't." They both turned to look at the new arrival who looked quite unhappy standing in the doorway.

"Arthur what's going on?"

Arthur sighed and strolled into the room, sitting at the "dinner" table across from the bench that the two were sitting at.

"Merlin has magic. He's a warlock. He's powerful. He stopped Morgana and saved all of our lives, though he seems to believe he could have done better."

Gwen looked startled for a minute, and glanced from Merlin to Arthur, neither of whom said anything. She paused before licking her lips and nodding. "But why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted Merlin to. He deserves recognition, and it's much easier to believe coming straight from the horse's mouth."

"I may be a horse but at least I'm not a clotpole."

"Oh shut up Merlin, I wasn't calling you a horse." Merlin looked as if he was about to give some sort of scathing retort, but Gwen began speaking before he could.

"Could you show me something?"

"What?"

Gwen looked at him, taking in every possible detail. He looked tired, pale. He was still recovering. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"I mean, you don't have to! I know you're still hurt, this actually probably won't do anything to help, never mind. Forget I said anything."

Merlin smiled, held one hand up to his mouth and whispered a word that was foreign and ancient and powerful. His eyes flashed gold, his eyes never faltering as he held out a red rose to the Once and Future Queen.