Hey guys so I know I keep starting new projects, it's been crazy, and I forget about some of the stories that I have started, and I'm going to attempt to wrap a few of them up. So I'm going to try to finish this one first and then I'll go back to my other stories. So I hope you guys enjoy.

As Merlin wakes up from a drunken sleep, he tries to move his hands. There is a clunking sound of metal, and he feels that his hands don't step up. He slowly opens his eyes and finds that his vision is blurry. Everything around him looks like blobs and specks. He blinks a couple of times before his vision returns to normal. He tries to speak but can't. A nasty thick piece of cloth is in his mouth and tied at the back of his head. He can't remember how he got here.

The last thing he remembers was talking to Mordred. MORDRED! Oh God, Merlin thought, where was he? They had been locked in a cell by Morgana. He knew that Mordred was the reason Arthur dies, but he still cared for the boy, because it reminded Merlin of himself.

Merlin started to hear footsteps come from behind him, he tried to turn his head but had no avail. The steps were getting closer. Click. Click. Click. As a heal touched the floor. The figure stops just behind him and starts to mess with the gag in Merlin's mouth. It falls from the level, and Merlin cannot help but lick his dry, cracked lips. When was the last time he had something to drink?

"How's my favorite guest," Morgana said with such venom in her voice as she circled him like a predator. "Did you have a nice sleep?"

"Where's Mordred?" Merlin said his voice sore from lack of water.

"I won't hurt him." She says stopping in front of him.

"Leave Mordred out of this; this is between you and me Morgana."

"Oh, but it does. Mordred is said to be the one to kill Arthur. So it has everything to do with him. As for you. I'm still trying to figure that out."

Morgana looks at Merlin with suck disgust. She turns and walks over to a table in the far corner of the room and picks up a knife.

"I never wanted to kill you, Merlin. You were there for me when I discovered I found out I had magic. No, I won't kill you." Morgana walks over to Merlin, grabs his right hand and then made a cut not that deep. A slow trickle of red blood came out. "We could have worked together, Emry's." Merlin couldn't help but feel a wave of fear fall over him. Morgana knew who he was. "Mordred is so loyal to you. Traded the information so that I could heal you."

Morgana looked at the blood that was on the knife and now pooled in merlins hand. Morgana's eyes turned golden, and Merlin felt a wave of magic run through his body. He couldn't stop it. He tried, but he felt his body become more relaxed until he could barely even think.

"It's a simple spell. It can make even the most powerful, listen to every word I say. êower gleng niðera mîn spêd."