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AM! whyyyyyyy did you post them lol ah well im glad you like them they were so fun to make!!!!

As for Gwen's custom title? WOW!!!!! it's amazing So prwttyful Welldone!

Swirls of colour flickered around the darkness. A high pitched scream replaced silence. Hushed and evil like whispers spoke to him in the darkness. His time was now, and he would rise again. That was what they told him. With his strength combined and magic far more powerful to him than before, he would be the creator of a new world, a new Albion. A new era.
He would have a purpose. No destinies. No lives to protect. This was it. This was for his purpose – a call of destiny that only belonged to him. The swirls around him began to take hold, as though they were lifting him up, engulfing him in all their glory. With a final flash of light, everything went dark once more.

Merlin’s eyes snapped open. The first thing he saw was just how magnificent the darkest of clouds could look on a wonderful dismal day. It set the mood just perfectly. He slowly got to his feet, his eyes finally coming to rest on the woman who stood before him. His expression was one that could be mistaken for a glare. The evilest of glares for that matter – and it was.

Without any word to her he looked to the sky, his eyes flashing red. A clap of thunder and a flash of lightening tore through the clouds - as a result, the rain began to pour down on the pair of them.
Satisfied with his work (although not showing it) he looked back to Nimueh. It was then his gaze fell upon the old man lying by the stone crypt. He slowly made his way over and crouched down beside the body, pulling the arm so he could see exactly who it was.

He remembered this man. He remembered his face. The name escaped him though. He must have done something wrong in order for him to die at the hands on Nimueh. Merlin gave a small smirk at this. How very wrong he had been to become involved with her. He pushed the body back and rose to his feet again, not giving the lifeless form a second look.

Freshen up? No there was no time. Merlin had to make sure that Arthur didn’t get into any trouble out there. The idea of going hunting while Morgana’s minions were looking for them was madness in itself.

“I’ll hunt, you stay here – you’re tired” Merlin told him, noting the wry expression on Arthur’s face. He didn’t care if he was going against orders. He had to let Arthur rest and take his mind off of everything he’d just witnessed. It wasn’t going to be easy.

Merlin put down the bag he’d brought with the things he needed in them. The vial that the fisher king had given him being one. Now was the time that he would need to use it. He just had to make sure that no one was around to see it, or to see him try and make sense of how to use it’s power.
He sat down and looked at Arthur. “I know it’s not much, but…im sorry Arthur – really….I am”

Merlin had no idea why he was apologising. It most certainly wasn’t on Morgana’s behalf. It was more the fact that they’d had to leave people behind. He had no idea what Morgana would do to them, but she wouldn’t go lightly on them that was certain. They needed to take back the castle for their own, and fast.

“You think I would join forces with selffish and cruel magic? Never”

There was no way he’d join her. she could ask him a thousand, even a million times and each time the answer would be ‘no’. He had a destiny to lead – Arthur to protect. He would make Arthur king! Not her. All that Nimueh would do was use her magic to turn everyone against eachother. Nimueh wouldn’t even see the light of day once he had his way. She’d killed Gauis. That wasn’t what Merlin had agreed with her on, she was meant to have taken his life in exchange for his mother’s! Now Gauis had paid the price. And for what? This was a vicuous circle that always ended up backfiring on Merlin. He wasn’t leaving this island until Gauis was brought back to him. safe and well.

He watched her – she was conjuring up yet another fireball to throw at him. he’d managed to dodge one, but didn’t know how long it would be until he was struck down.
Merlin knew he had to be strong. Just seeing Gauis’ lifeless body on the floor made the anger build up inside of him.

That was when it hit him. the fireball that she’d sent cascading through the air and into his chest!
He was knocked to the ground like a lifeless weight. His chest felt like it was on fire, the burning sensation seering through him. he struggled for breath as the burning grew more promentant.

“Pity” he heard her words echo

Merlin looked up and saw her face that was slowly becoming fuzzy. No – he wasn’t about to die on Arthur. He wouldn’t – he couldn’t! he was going to make him king, carry on his destiny for goodness sake!

“Together we could have ruled the world”

Merlin wasn’t going to go down without a fight. He made sure that she wouldn’t have the last say on this matter. He managed to conjur up some words, making sure that they would be the last she heard. They came tumbling from his mouth like a panting venoumous rasp.

“The day I join you…will be the day I die”

Oh Merlin, I don't know. Here?! He's a prince! This is not even close to the living he is used to. He might not be the bully he was a year ago, but . . . . I . . . . I don't think this would be a good idea. . . . "

Merlin knew that would be the answer – no matter how much he could beg, Gwen wasn’t going to back down on this one.
He scratched the back of his neck and gave a small fake sigh. “Oh well, I tried” he began and headed for the door, “ I guess I’ll just have to tell Arthur that it was a stupid idea that he should enter a tournament to earn some respect for who he actually is, and not just because he’s the prince but oh well” he shrugged and opened the door. “He was looking forward to coming here as well” he bit his lip knowingly.
That was a lie. Arthur would have to like staying at Gwen’s or lump it. “Being amongst the people and proving to himself that he could do this…guess a man just has to keep his dreams and reality separate” he shrugged it off.

Yes he was going to play the guilt card. Gwen was his last and only resort. She had seemed hesitant in saying no, so Merlin knew he’d have to twist and turn until she gave in.

“Thanks anyway Gwen” he smiled disappointingly and walked out of the door, closing it behind him. Oh yes. He was such a good actor he’d even convinced himself that he was gutted she’d refused.

Now to give her time

As began to walk to the castle he smiled cheekily to himself. He knew what she would do next.

“Five…four…three…two…one…” he counted down to himself

"Well that's Arthur. Always wanting to be the center of attention and taking up everybody's time,"

“You have no idea” Merlin chuckled and shook his head. He continued to work around Morgana. She had come here for something so it was best not to appear on high alert all the time, “he certainly makes sure that I take up most of his”.

"I wanted to say thank you to you and Gaius," he looked up from mopping the floor and frowned, "For saving Arthur's life,"

Oh. So that was what this was about. Merlin propped the mop up against the bench. “I didn’t do anything, Gauis is the one who tried all the remedies. I just…well, I just watched” he shrugged. Yes. He’d watched. He’d fought. He’d won. Technically it was Nimueh’s life that had compensated for Arthur’s. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about her trying to kill Arthur or anyone else anymore.

Morgana looked embarrassed. This made Merlin feel even more concerned, “Are you…are you sure you’re ok?” he asked. "I don't have to explain how worried about him I was," she replied.

Merlin knew all too well about how worried she had been. She’d frantically run out into the sqaure as they were about to ride out to kill the questing beast. She fought against Arthur not to go. Merlin had literally had to drag her from Arthur and back inside the castle. He knew that she’d seen the vision of him being attacked by the beast in her dreams. “He is alive…” he began, paused for a moment and then finished his sentence off, “that’s all that matters – it could have been far worse had Gauis not found the right cure”.

"The prince might be able to replace an employee but I could never replace a friend! Gaius could never replace your role in his life!"

Merlin sat down and fiddled with one of the vials that Gauis had left on his bench. “You’re sweet Gwen…really – thank you for your concern” he started, “but I still go by what I said, even if I died tomorrow then I’ll admit it would be a blessing”. He had a lot on his shoulders; Gauis knew that even if Gwen didn’t. Merlin felt for once that he was weak – he didn’t know whether it was still the last of the poison working it’s way out of his system or if he was just feeling like giving up on the whole ‘Save Arthur’ scenario. "You might feel replaceable, Merlin; but please know you are far from it."

Merlin bit his lip and got up, “I’d better get to work, there’s a lot to be done, and this place doesn’t clean itself” he now knew the definition of hard work, even if it hit him in the face. There was a lot to be done; he needed to regain his strength. What use was a destiny with a weak protector?

He looked a little surprised when Gwen told him that Morgana had let her come to him. He gave a small snort, “I pretty much doubt that Morgana would appreciate cleaning Gauis’ leech tank for me” she seemed to prim to get her hands dirty. “And no…Gwen…I need to do this – it’s not as easy as you think it is”. He had no idea why he was becoming so defensive; usually he would have appreciated help. “But I know you’re not going to let this lie – so…you’re more than free to help me, if you want. But really I don’t need to rest”.

Merlin was a little surprised to have confirmation that Arthur had gone against Uther’s orders to help him. Yes, he’d helped Arthur out of that cave. He’d sent that light to keep him from falling to his death, but he didn’t think it was real. He thought he had been dreaming. “Arthur?” he frowned, “Prince Arthur?” He knew he’d heard right, “the prat that calls me an idiot and uses me as an attack dummy in training?” he paused and gave her a crazy look, "we are talking about the same Arthur here aren't we?"

Before he knew it, there was a shoe flying towards him. Merlin ducked as it soared over his head and hit the door with a ‘thud’. He turned back to gave a wiggled his brows. He wasn’t going to throw a shoe at the prince. Instead he looked around, finding some dirty laundry and launching it in Arthur’s direction.

Merlin said nothing about the whole Vivian situation. It was best to just give Arthur the silent treatment and annoy him. “Mhmmm” he said eventually.

Then came Gwen. Merlin listened as Arthur said that the subject of his marriage to Elena had been mentioned. Well, at least he wasn’t keeping her in the dark about it. "But it's not that easy to just marry Guinevère. And I fear, this union with Elena will . . . hurt her."

Merlin looked up, his brows knitted together. He could see the pain in Arthur’s face – hear it in his voice. He leant across the table, even though the prince was still sat on the bed, Merlin wanted him to know that he had his trust. “You need to stop this marriage from going ahead.” He began. That would be the hard part, “you and Gwen…you share feelings for one another that you and Elena could never have – if you really love Gwen then we really need to stop this marriage before all three of you end up with a life of misery” he finished.
“One day…Gwen will be your Queen, you and I both know what you’re capable of once you become king. Make that one of your priorities, make her realise that with both your situations, you’re more than prepared to wait until the time is right, and until you have the power to make both of you happy, without hurting others”.

Strong words? Merlin didn’t think so, but Arthur needed all the advice he could get right now. Even thought Merlin knew bugger all about Marriage and happiness, he knew more about the feelings of others and how they could potentially be put right.

He could hear the warning bell sounding out now, just as he’d finished. Obviously that was going to happen. He and Arthur carried on running anyway. He wondered what the Prince was thinking at this moment. Having been betrayed by the sister who he just found out that he shared blood with was the top one, but he also knew that Arthur would be thinking of ways to try and help Gwen and the knights to escape Morgana’s clutches.

"We're almost there," he heard Arthur call as the bells still rang loud and clear.

“I’VE GOT A STITCH!!” Merlin called, panting slightly as he felt himself began to slow down more. No – keep running, keep alive. Keep Arthur alive. Finally! The cave, as he stopped coming to the entrance, Arthur shoved him inside before following.
Merlin turned to him. “Do you think they saw us come this way?” he asked as he regained his breath. Perhaps, Arthur’s back was now against the cave wall – sword at the ready to strike should any guard happen to appear.

“Arthur!” he hissed as the prince gave orders for him to stay there while he slowly headed outside again. Merlin headed to where Arthur had been standing before, his back up against the cave wall, waiting.

He hoped that the sounds he could hear outside were not the ones of guards. If they were then Arthur would be calling for him right now. "The others are here,”

Merlin almost jumped a mile as Arthur appeared again and confirmed that Gwaine, Elyan and Gauis had made it there safely. He gave a small sigh of relief. “Now what?” he asked Arthur who was busy putting his sword back in his sheath.