Sorry guys, for not updating sooner. I kinda fell into an anti writing depression, and just couldn't write anything, or felt the need to. It happens from time to time, so if I disappear that would be why!
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Chapter six- Whispers

It was all Merlin could do to leave the small village he was hanging out in. The village was very small, and simple. A cute place to hide out, and to make a life at. Merlin had moved in with a man a bit older than him, who had offered him a place to stay until he could get some money built up, but one night, Merlin had a dream, well more of a nightmare, actually.
"Lancelot!" Greg, the man who had taken Merlin in said as he shook the scrawny boy. "Wake up, Lancelot!" Merlin's eyes opened up quickly, Greg swearing that his eyes were gold the instant they opened, but quickly brushed it off.
"Lancelot?" Merlin asked, sounding confused as he sat up. Lancelot was dead, but it took him all but a moment to realise that he used Lancelot's name instead. "What happened?" He quickly asked.
"You were shouting in your sleep." Greg said. Merlin looked at him thoughtfully, but quickly smiling.
"Was I?" He asked, sounding nonchalant. He hated when people said that to him, for how many things could he accidentally say that he was trying his best to hide?
"Yeah.." Greg said. "You shouted something about a Morgana and then you shouted something very weird and just started screaming..."
Merlin was deep in thought as he remembered the dream, dread in his eyes as he realised what had just happened. He had just seen a possible warning. He shook his head, looking at Greg, "Can you remember what it was exactly I said?"
"I-I think." He said, his brow creasing. "Blimh jahî nà shœl. Or something of the sort." Merlin nodded, taking in a deep breath as he thought.
"Blimh jahîn nae schou." Merlin said, his eyes flashing gold again after Merlin had chanted the spell, Greg jumping back... But not in time.

"You will pay for this with your life, Emrys." Mordred's hate filled his voice as Merlin and Greg watched the future's warning from Merlin's point of view. "I will kill you, and then I will kill Arthur, and let Morgana rule the thrown once and for all."

"I will never allow it." Merlin's voice said, "Your magic is no match for mine."
"But mine is." Morgana's voice sounded behind Merlin, and Merlin sighed, turning to face her.
"Morgana, don't make this too hard on yourself." Merlin said.
"You are my doom, Emrys, I can't let you live much longer." She growled back. They were in the throne room of Camelot's castle, Merlin putting up a shield in the distance.

Greg gasped as Merlin opened his eyes, looking at him in annoyance. Greg clenched his jaw as he realised that this man was a sorcerer. Merlin looked at him and then gave him a slight apologetic smile. Greg scowled, turning away from him as he wondered who that vision was about and what it was for. It was clearly Lancelot's voice as far as he knew, but they were calling him Emrys.
"I'm sorry, Greg." Merlin said, looking at him. "It appears my destiny is at work again."
"Who are you, really?" He asked.
"I am Emrys, the most powerful warlock who has roamed the earth." Merlin smiled sadly, since everyone knew, why hide the fact anymore? Greg gave him a look of surprise as Merlin stood. "The castle will be in trouble here soon, and unless I can get there sooner, it looks like that just might be my fate here soon."
"Why would a strong sorcerer come to a small village like this?" Greg asked, confused. Merlin looked at him softly.
"It reminds me of the place I grew up at." He said quietly. "I was banished for what I was in the Kingdom I was living in, by the King, and I swore I would abide to his terms. But now..."
"You're not going to just leave are you?" Greg asked. Merlin sighed, Greg reminded him a lot of Will and he had become quite a friend to Merlin.
"I have to." Merlin said, standing as he looked around his room. "Farewell." He said as his eyes flashed gold, a spell running through his lips as he vanished.

Arthur was stressed. It had been three years since he had banned Merlin, and since then he's been through hell dealing with his new one, George, who was everything Merlin wasn't. Always on time, always alert, always listening... And way too quiet. He still hasn't properly carried on any kind of conversation with Gaius.
After all, how could he look Gaius in the eyes after taking someone so close to him away? Gaius had taken a while to recover, having fallen deadly ill. The shock that took him over had weakened his immune system, and his body just collapsed. Gaius has come up to him to speak about matters of the court, but that's about it. Gwen had ignored him for a good month, and the knight's all seemed to disapprove.
"Sire," Gaius's voice interrupted Arthur's thoughts as Arthur looked at the old physician.
"Yes, Gaius?" He asked, making a mistake and looking into the man's eyes. They showed a disappointment that ran deeper than anyone else's.
"I will be off to Ealdor tonight," He said, "I have heard word that Huneth has fallen ill, and their physician can't deal with that level of sickness." Arthur nodded slightly, almost feeling numb as he remembered Hunith's reaction to her son being found out and banished.

"Hunith, we need to talk." Arthur had said to the lady, standing at her doorway. Her eyes jumped back to Gwaine and Leon, looking at Arthur.
"Of course, it's always a pleasure." She said, "Where's Merlin?" Her question was simple, but Gwaine bit his lip, looking at Arthur as he sighed.
"Hunith, one of my knight's had him arrested a week ago." He started, "The knight said he saw him practising magic." Gwaine, Leon, and Arthur were all surprised when her eyes widened in shock, completely taken off guard by that statement. She sat down shakily, expecting news of the execution.
"He- he surely wasn't I would hope?" She forced herself to ask, looking away from the knights.
"He even admitted to it." Arthur's voice filled with hate, a hate so strong he would have sworn he saw Hunith grimace at it. Her eyes filled with what seemed to Arthur as disapproval, and disappointment before it was overcome by pain and sadness.
"If you banished him, and he had come here to stay, what would have become of this trip?" Hunith asked, her voice clearly saying that this is a test, and if you fail, you will leave, and not come back without Merlin in tow.
Arthur's mind reeled at the question, unsure. He knew this wasn't Camelot, so he was listening to the ban, but would he have killed his friend just at the sight of him? Arthur looked at her, "The ban only counts for when he is in Camelot."
"Good." Hunith whispered.
"Is he here though?" Arthur asked, feeling repulsed at the thought of his traitorous friend. Ex friend, Arthur corrected himself.
"If he was, I wouldn't tell you." Hunith said, "For the poor boy's sake. Though, he truly isn't. Will isn't here, and since that..."
Gwaine took a deep breath, looking pained. Hunith had paled miserably, "He's a good kid, Arthur, I thought you were better than this." She had barely whispered before looking into Arthur's eyes. "Leave me be, I need time alone." And with that the knight's and Arthur had left.

"I wonder what she fell ill with." Arthur asked, "Will it take much time?"
"I plan on staying until she's fully recovered, Sire." Gaius said, "She's like my sister, I can't lose her." 'Not after I've lost Merlin.' The words remained unsaid, but Arthur knew that it was what he meant.

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